After the True Ancestor vanished, the Blood Clan world, stripped of her protection, fell into chaos fast.
Luckily, the Blood Clan had plenty of high-end firepower, so even without the True Ancestor, other races couldn’t bully them. No external threats, but internal beefs? Oh, yeah.
No king, so they needed a new one to stabilize things.
Without an overwhelming force to dominate, the top Blood Clan fighters were too evenly matched. End result? Four powerhouses split the turf.
The four Blood Clan heavyweights:
Dracula
Willard
Bathory
Camilla
Each claimed a chunk of Blood Clan territory, creating a fake peace.
Under the table, none bowed to the others. Skirmishes were common. Some low-ranks, just to survive, ditched Blood Clan lands for secrecy elsewhere.
Ironically, the human world, where Blood Clan weren’t exactly welcome, felt safer than home.
“Please, Your Majesty, return to Blood Clan territory! With you back, those Four Kings are nothing—you’re the True Ancestor!” the Blood Clan girl said, eyes full of worship.
She didn’t doubt the True Ancestor’s power—a legend, polished to perfection over countless retellings.
Filo’s lips twitched, glancing away.
Real talk? She didn’t wanna get involved. She wasn’t a legit True Ancestor—just a knockoff.
Plus, this sounded like work. Total violation of Filo’s salty fish code.
But… as a “True Ancestor” on paper, her body betrayed her, twisting her mouth to agree.
So damn extra. That goddess gave her this body not just to kill her salty fish vibe but to fix Blood Clan drama too.
Screw this black-hearted corporate scam! RNM, give me a normal reincarnation!
After an internal war, Filo couldn’t fight her body’s urge. Just as she opened her mouth to refuse, the Blood Clan girl’s face froze, a second Blood Clan aura spiking.
“Your Majesty, I…”
Crimson light leaked from her body. Danger pinged Filo’s brain.
No clue what was happening, Filo instinctively flicked her hand. Three blood threads shot into the girl.
Next second, a massive explosion erupted around her. Filo raised an arm, shielding her eyes.
“Master!!!”
“Flesh bomb? What the…” Filo gritted, muttering. As the blast dust cleared, the girl was gone, just a blood puddle left… she’d self-detonated!
“Another Blood Clan’s scent in the air. Gotta be those so-called Four Heavenly Kings. No idea how they remote-triggered that, but that’s nasty,” Filo said, staring at the blood, silent.
A living being, gone… wait, not quite.
Filo glanced at her right hand, glowing with faint white light.
A soul!
Right before the blast, Filo’s blood threads had yanked the girl’s soul out.
Soul intact, a body’s no biggie for Blood Clan.
Guided by instinct, Filo released the soul. The blood puddle coalesced into a vague body.
Blood Clan secret art: Blood Separation Technique!
Filo injected the soul. The body’s heart started beating, but her eyes stayed shut.
Soul and body were there, but perfect syncing would take years—probably a long nap.
Filo exhaled hard. Not tiring, but her first time doing this.
“Master…” Bingpo and Chiyan looked worried. Filo waved them off after a pause.
“I’m fine. But being played like this? Guess I do need to hit Blood Clan territory. Four Heavenly Kings, huh? Think the True Ancestor’s a kitten?” Filo’s red eyes flashed menace.
Don’t mess with me, and you could’ve kept your thrones. But you did—and on purpose.
Won’t kill you, but you’ll pay.
“Bingpo, Chiyan, prep. We leave today!”
“Got it!” They snapped to attention. Master’s call? No complaints.
Blood Clan territory sounded dope to dragons anyway.
They bolted into the villa to pack. The Spring Spirit floated, dazed, having overheard everything.
“Big Sis, you’re leaving? But… what about me? I can’t leave…” Xiao Lin said softly, eyeing Filo.
Spring Spirits were bound within 100 meters of their spring—like a geist, or maybe they were geists.
Filo ruffled Xiao Lin’s head. Couldn’t leave her alone.
A level-seven Holy Spring, priceless, clan-treasure-tier. The human world’s top spring.
“Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out. You’re not staying alone,” Filo soothed.
“Mm.”
Xiao Lin nodded, trusting. Filo raised a hand, a massive stat panel popping up.
As an Ultimate Being, Filo’s skill list was absurd—too many to track.
She pinned her hopes on that ridiculous skill pool, praying for a useful one.
After flipping through hundreds, Filo’s eyes locked, stopping.
“Found it.”
Tftc!