<h4>Chapter 1424: Chapter 1421: I Give You 3 Days to Control This Realm (First Update)</h4><h4></h4>


    Finally.


    When thest scream faded away, the banquet hall was devoid of anyone standing—except for Xue An’s group.


    Corpsesy strewn across the ground, blood streaming through the cracks on the floor, while shattered ghostly energies filled the air. The banquet hall now resembled something dark and haunting.


    Even as the eldest daughter of the Wei Family, Wei Qingxiao couldn’t help but pale at the gruesome sight, nearly sumbing to nausea.


    Xue An chuckled faintly and suddenly spoke, "Do you know why I decided to help you?"


    Wei Qingxiao’s face darkened, remaining silent.


    "Because despite being the noble daughter of the Wei Family, you still have a semnce of integrity. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t feel this perturbed over such a trifling sight."


    "You must know that, to these deceased individuals, this level of bloodshed might have just been theirmonce routine!" Xue An said casually.


    Wei Qingxiao ignored his words, barely suppressing her difort. She fixed her gaze deeply on Xue An and suddenly asked, "What exactly is your rtionship with the Nether Monarch?"


    Xue An’sugh carried an enigmatic hint. "What’s wrong? Are you scared?"


    "Of course not. I’m just curious!"


    "What if I told you the Nether Monarch is my friend? Would you believe me?"


    "A friend?" Wei Qingxiao hesitated for a brief moment, then shook her head.


    "No, I wouldn’t."


    Xue An burst intoughter. "Then that’s it! If you don’t believe anything I say, then why bother asking?"


    "I’m just afraid..." Wei Qingxiao barely began her sentence.


    But Xue An interrupted her, speaking in an unhurried yet resolute tone, "Rest assured, I can absolutely cure your brother’s illness. Besides, haven’t you noticed—he’s already behaving far more normal now?"


    Wei Qingxiao turned her focus to Wei Haocang, who squatted in the distance, engrossed in ying with pools of blood. Her eyes widened in disbelief.


    This is considered "far more normal"?


    He’s clearly transformed from being a mere intellectually deficient fool into a bloodthirsty maniac!


    Xue An observed her expression, patted her shoulder, andughed heartily. "Rx. Trust me. I’ll cure him for sure!"


    Then, Xue An cast a meaningful nce at Wei Haocang’s hunched figure and spoke lightly, "And don’t you think that a bloodthirsty wolf is far better than a helplessmb awaiting ughter? Especially for someone in his position—doesn’t that make it even more true?"


    Wei Qingxiao wanted to refute his cryptic words but found herself at a loss for argument.


    In the Ghost Realm, even across the Multiverse, what Xue An said was an irrefutable truth.


    You could choose to be kind, but only if you possessed the strength to uphold that kindness.


    Without power, your kindness would be nothing more than foolishness in others’ eyes.


    Moreover, Wei Qingxiao was keenly aware of the precarious situation she and her brother were in now.


    To describe it in one phrase—it was like being surrounded by wolves.


    Thus, she could only acknowledge Xue An’s words silently.


    At this moment, Xue An surveyed the banquet hall, littered with its grisly remains. After a brief pause in thought, he turned toward Luo Jian, whoseplexion, though pale, retained a resolve in his expression.


    "Do you remember what I said to you?"


    Luo Jian quivered slightly before his eyes revealed a mix of joy and trepidation. He bowed deeply. "I remember, my lord!"


    "I told you I’d help you im control of the Luo Family. Now, all obstacles standing in your way have been removed. At least within the Luo Family, there’s no one left who would dare oppose you. But whether you can truly seize control from here—it’s up to you!" Xue An said indifferently.


    Luo Jian’s expression turned solemn, and he abruptly knelt down. With an unwavering voice, he dered, "I shall do everything within my power to ensure you are not disappointed, my lord!"


    Xue An nodded approvingly. "Good."


    But Luo Jian suddenly did something entirely unexpected. Pain shed across his face, and his brow emitted a faint, illusory light that flew toward Xue An and vanished before him.


    When it was over, Luo Jian looked as though he had been dragged out of the water, his body drenched in sweat and hisplexion notably pallid. Yet, he spoke with utmost reverence.


    "My lord, I would never dare forget your grace. I offer you this Divine Sense clone. With this, should I ever harbor disloyal thoughts, just one thought from you will cause my Spiritual Origin to shatter, bringing instant death!"


    Luo Jian’s sincerity was palpable, and he truly meant every word.


    Xue An raised an eyebrow slightly, his amusement piqued as he studied Luo Jian.


    He could verify that the Divine Sense clone was genuine.


    But Xue An hardly cared. If he wanted Luo Jian dead, he wouldn’t need a mere clone—it would take no more than a breath.


    Nheless, Luo Jian disyed cunning by offering it anyway.


    He was dering his loyalty, attaching himself firmly to Xue An’s cause.


    This move was clever—and ruthless.


    After all, Xue An was openly aligned with the Nether Monarch, while their enemies consisted of nearly every noble family within the Ghost Realm.


    Yet Luo Jian chose to act decisively in spite of it.


    Xue An gazed at him for a long moment, and a hint of admiration flickered in his eyes.


    Luo Jian felt the subtle change and inwardly let out a sigh of relief.


    He knew he had made the right gamble!


    As for the prospect of facing the entire Ghost Realm’s noble families...


    Luo Jian had an instinctive belief—against this white-robed youth, no opponent would stand a chance!


    At that moment, Ren Tianqi, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly knelt down with trembling motions and said in a shaking voice, "My lord, Luo Jian’s sentiments reflect mine as well. I am willing to pledge myself to you—for vition, my Spiritual Origin shall perish!"


    As he spoke, bloodlight surged within Ren Tianqi’s eyes. He had sworn an oath upon his Spiritual Origin.


    Such an oath bound itself to cause and effect—no matter how high his cultivation level, he would be unable to resist its consequences.


    Xue An remained unsurprised by Ren Tianqi’s deration.


    For in his current state, Ren Tianqi was already irreversibly drawn into Xue An’s orbit.


    After all, his actions had, in essence, destroyed his own family.


    From the moment he made that decision, retreating was no longer an option.


    Should news spread, his situation would be perilous.


    No noble family would tolerate a traitor to their lineage.


    If, however, Ren Tianqi became Xue An’s subordinate and leveraged his influence to seize control of the Ren Family, the situation would shift dramatically.


    Betraying one’s family wasn’t permissible, but a power struggle within the family? That wasmonce.


    Such battles yed out daily across noble families in the Ghost Realm.


    Clearly, Ren Tianqi wasn’t a fool.


    Xue An understood this dynamic well—Wen Muling only partially grasped it, while Wei Qingxiao knew it thoroughly.


    Yet the more she understood, the more deeply shaken she became, and her fear of Xue An grew.


    Effortlessly, he had gained two loyal servants who wouldn’t dare betray him. Was this all part of his meticulous n?


    If so, then his tactics were far too terrifying!


    While thoughts whirled through Wei Qingxiao’s mind, Xue An suddenly smiled and nodded.


    "Very well. Since that’s the case, I’ll offer you this opportunity."


    "Three days. I will remain in this realm for three more days. In those three days, I want to see this realmpletely subdued and under your control. Can it be done?" Xue An raised an eyebrow and asked.


    Luo Jian and Ren Tianqi exchanged nces and then bowed simultaneously. "Yes, my lord!"