Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

With a loud bang, the door of the Wu family ancestral hall was slammed shut.

Candles were lit in the dimly lit ancestral hall.

The space was gradually illuminated.

Throwing Xuanjing to the ground, Wu Zhao's voice was icy: "Your Majesty, this ancestral shrine must be familiar to you, right?"

Before ascending the throne, emperors of the Eastern Xuan Dynasty would first pay homage at the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion to inform the world that they were the true Son of Heaven, protected by Heaven and Earth.

The Imperial Preceptor's residence, which the emperor visited, was actually the ancestral temple of Wu Zhao.

As the representatives of the Way of Heaven, the Wu family has enshrined the imperial advisors of each generation in their ancestral temple.

Xuanjing naturally remembered the ancestral hall of the Wu family.

Feeling the awe-inspiring power emanating from those rows of memorial tablets, Xuan Jing couldn't help but swallow hard.

Wu Zhao released the restraints on him. "Your Majesty, it's just you and the Wu family here. So... let's settle the score from back then."

Xuan Jing got up from the ground, coughed a few times, and covered his chest.

"I am the Emperor of Dongxuan... Little Imperial Advisor, are you planning to commit treason?"

"Dongxuan has long since vanished into thin air. You are now nothing more than a stray dog ​​clinging to life by relying on the merits of the Wu family." Wu Zhao sneered. "When I call you Your Majesty, do you really still think you are that high and mighty emperor?"

With a soft "poof," Xuan Jing was struck by some invisible force and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The blood was incredibly foul-smelling, carrying a strong, chilling aura.

"Disgusting filth..." A look of disgust rose in Wu Zhao's eyes as he saw the Gu worms wriggling in the pool of blood on the ground.

Not only does he possess the luck of the Wu family to evade divine punishment, but his body is also maintained by Gu worms.

"How exactly did you survive back then?" Wu Zhao asked.

At that time, her power went berserk, demons ravaged the earth, and the entire human world was almost destroyed.

At that time, Xuanjing was just an ordinary, wicked emperor. How could he possibly escape the power of the demon god?

Xuan Jing wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled smugly: "Little Grand Preceptor, I didn't expect there were things you didn't know. But I already said I wouldn't tell you."

"And I can't say."

He pointed to the Gu worms on the ground, "You can see for yourself, my body is full of Gu worms. If I say anything I shouldn't, your ancestral hall will be defiled by me."

Wu Zhao clenched his fist and sneered, "It seems His Majesty has no intention of telling me what he knows. Since I can't kill you, then you will kneel here until... they forgive you!"

A blood-red talisman shot out from Wu Zhao's hand and flew towards Xuan Jing.

A crimson light enveloped Xuan Jing.

He could only hear sharp screams coming from inside his body, and something fell out of his body.

After struggling and rolling on the ground for a while, it turned into a puddle of black powder.

"Little Imperial Preceptor, you—" Startled to realize that his legs had lost all feeling, Xuan Jing slumped down and knelt on the ground.

Wu Zhao let out a soft breath and turned the ring on his hand.

"This is the immortality you sought? Have you even truly looked at yourself? Xuanjing, is this what you truly wanted?"

Xuan Jing's gaze lingered on Wu Zhao's face, a hint of bitterness flashing in his eyes.

"Little Grand Preceptor, all I want is to be with you for a long time. But you always seem to treat my words as jokes. When I used young boys and girls as blood sacrifices, your witch family accused me of being unworthy to be an emperor..."

He chuckled: "But I am the emperor of Dongxuan. What's wrong with wanting to sacrifice the lives of my people for my own benefit? The Wu family's power is already too great. What's wrong with wanting to weaken the Wu family?"

"Shut up!" Wu Zhao pressed down on the ring on his hand. "You're completely unreasonable. I've never agreed to anything you said. The Wu family's Grand Preceptor never marries, and I have absolutely no feelings for you."

She turned around and took a breath: "I don't want to see you again, Your Majesty, Xuanjing. I hope this is the last time I see you."

"Once the Wu family's fortune on you is completely exhausted, the ancestral temple's grand formation will reduce you to ashes."

"This is my punishment for you."

In this dark and silent place, one awaits death, yet cannot guess when it will occur.

"You will not be reborn, Xuanjing."

Xuan Jing stared blankly as she left without looking back, a single tear of blood suddenly sliding down his cheek.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Your heart is still so cruel, young imperial advisor..."

It turns out I was never even in your heart...

The raised hand fell back down.

The door slowly closed, and the candlelight dimmed.

Darkness gradually enveloped the entire ancestral hall.

……

Wu Zhao looked unwell as she slowly walked towards the villa.

Before even entering the courtyard, I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from inside the open door.

“Yuanhan has done something wrong, and as his father, I will naturally discipline him. But elder brother, isn’t it a bit much to say that we should expel him from the Wu family?”

"I haven't even asked why the goblin garrison has surrounded our house. When did the Wu family become subject to others' control?!"

Frowning, he walked in and saw an unfamiliar man standing in front of Wu Shixu, with Wu Yuanhan protecting him.

"Grandma...uh, great-aunt." Wu Shixu paused for a moment before greeting Wu Zhao.

Upon seeing Wu Zhao, Wu Yuanhan shrank back in fear. "Dad, it's her..."

Wu Ling turned his head and saw Wu Zhao, then couldn't help but smile disdainfully: "Where did this distant relative come from? Why do you treat him with such respect, brother?"

"I think it's because of her that the Wu family has been targeted by the security department! I know that Old Feng from the military has put the Wu family on his danger list."

Wu Zhao raised an eyebrow, initially thinking it was some kind of traitor. He hadn't expected it to be related to the Witch Saint Cult!

"What, are you here to test my attitude towards Feng Boxue? Do you know that I almost smashed his body to pieces?"

She walked up to Wu Ling and stared at his face for a while.

"What are you doing?!" Wu Ling looked at her warily. "You don't intend to kill me here, do you?!"

Wu Shixu scolded, "Shut up, Wu Ling! What nonsense are you spouting! This is a highly respected elder of the Wu family. Are you planning to kneel in the ancestral hall?"

"Ha, I don't care who she is. In short, I'm the first to disagree with expelling Yuan Han from the Wu family!"

Phew.

Wu Zhao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She twirled the ring on her finger and said with a smile, "Are you... important to the Wu family?"

"The head and young master of the Wu family have already agreed to expel this traitor from the family. You... someone who can't even be listed in the next generation, what right do you have to shout at me that you disagree?!"

Wu Ling nearly fainted from choking. He pointed at Wu Zhao and angrily said, "You, you actually dare to—"

"Enough." Wu Shixu keenly sensed the faint killing intent in Wu Zhao's eyes, and his heart tightened.

He took two steps forward and slapped Wu Ling across the face. "Wu Ling, if you say another word, your whole family will be kicked out of the Wu family!"

"The Wu family is ruled by her!"