Blood Clan Commander’s daughter?
Filo’s mouth twitched. Who’s whose daughter ain’t settled yet.
Chiyan, her mouth clamped by Bingpo, thrashed her neck to break free. Bingpo and Chiyan were same-level, so Bingpo’s hold was shaky. With Chiyan’s squirming, Bingpo’s hand slipped off fast.
“Master’s a True Ancestor, yo! Don’t insult her, got it? Wanna get punched?!” Chiyan raised her sandbag-sized fists, dragon wings sprouting, dead serious with a hint of cute… but now’s not the time for cute, yo!
Filo whipped her head toward Aleila, who was staring, blinking all confused.
Second one: Didn’t quite catch that.
Second two: Kinda doubting herself.
Second three: Brain-fried, deep in thought.
Second four: Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!
To others, taking four seconds to process might seem like a long reflex arc, but this wasn’t some small fry news. When something smashes your worldview or basic knowledge, your brain needs extra time to react—that’s normal. Aleila was in that boat.
“You’re a Blood Clan True Ancestor?! You’re the thief from eighty years ago!!!” Aleila gasped.
“Hold up, hold up, I’m a True Ancestor, but I can’t cop to being a thief,” Filo said, throwing up a hand to explain.
She wasn’t about to let this thief label stick for no reason.
“For real, it’s been eighty years, but I remember that incident clear as day. Didn’t see her face, but I saw her figure. You’re skinnier than that shadow from eighty years ago, and she was kinda **.”
Filo glanced down at her chest, then at Aleila, a vein popping on her forehead.
You mocking me?
You are mocking me, right?!
But her words gave Filo new intel: the person from eighty years ago wasn’t her.
That left one possibility: the culprit was a fake. True Ancestors are the Blood Clan’s original, strongest beings—unique. No way two exist.
When Filo looked back at Aleila, she saw her using her feet as thrusters, shoving the sofa—originally just a meter from Filo—ten meters away to the villa’s corner.
Aleila’s hands gripped the sofa’s edges, her face screaming fear and nothing but fear.
“I’m not gonna eat you,” Filo couldn’t help but snark.
“Don’t legends say Blood Clan eat three humans a day? It’s only afternoon… you haven’t had lunch, have you?”
“Uh, yeah, I haven’t eaten lunch. Stomach’s kinda growling,” Filo said, casually patting her belly. True Ancestors don’t need food to survive, but hunger still hits.
She’d only sipped a tiny bit of Bingpo’s blood before—not enough to fill her up, or she’d last more than an hour in full-power mode.
Hmm… wait a sec. This human’s a human-ghost mix. Ghost blood’s top-tier nutrition for Blood Clan, and with human’s tempting flavor, it’s the perfect race for taste and nutrients. Her blood… might even top Bingpo’s dragon blood.
Filo gulped loudly, so loud everyone heard.
Chiyan: Totally baffled.
Bingpo: Jealous.
Aleila: …Terrified.
“You are trying to eat me, aren’t you?!”
“Ugh, lemme explain. Being curious about your blood’s a normal bodily reaction, but that doesn’t mean I’m into you,” Filo said, covering her face with one hand.
A human Great Sage, and still this superstitious? Thinking a True Ancestor actually eats people? If your blood’s top quality, Blood Clan would farm you, not drain you dry.
Ever heard of sustainable flow? Don’t think Blood Clan are just short-sighted opportunists.
Filo sighed helplessly. The World Mirror’s gone, no clues, so hitting the Blood Clan World means using that method.
“Bingpo.”
“Here, Master!”
Bingpo snapped to attention, raising her arm.
“Lead the way. We’re going to the Dragon World, then through there to the Blood Clan World,” Filo said, super resigned.
“Awesome… I mean, Master, guaranteed to nail the guide job!” Bingpo said, but her face couldn’t hide her glee.
Master going to the Dragon World = taking Master to meet Mom and Dad. Bringing such an epic Master home? Her parents would be crazy jealous their daughter snagged a Master as dope as a Dragon King!
Bingpo was already daydreaming about the Dragon World saga—touring with Master, introducing her to friends and family, her family status shooting up like crazy!
Bingpo’s mouth curved into a sly grin. Aleila, shocked, said, “Normal plot says you’d go hunt for the World Mirror, right? Why just switch methods?!”
“Nah, that’s too much hassle. Coming for the World Mirror was just to save time. Now it’s gone, Plan B works fine. Hunt for the World Mirror? I ain’t dumb. This isn’t some adventure novel. Treasure-hunting stories are out, okay? Salty fish daily life’s the way to go.”
Filo spouted a bunch of jargon Aleila couldn’t parse, boiling down to three words: Too lazy to bother.
But that’s fair. The World Mirror’s got no leads, and it’s from eighty years ago. Any clues back then? By now, the knowers are either ancient or dead. Hard searching could take forever.
Filo’s a card-carrying salty fish faction member!
Filo prepped to head to the Dragon World from Aleila’s villa. Meanwhile, outside, atop a massive building nearby, a gorgeous girl in a vibrant red-and-silver outfit stood.
Her biggest feature wasn’t the outfit but the massive twin bunnies on her chest, practically bursting out.
She gazed toward Aleila’s villa, her lips curling slightly.
“Sis, you’re finally awake. I’ve been waiting forever~”
Why would a great sage that lived for over 100 years think they eat 3 people a day? They probably met thousands of bloodclan personally