Barmer, a powerful soul, a body molded by a great sorcerer, an alchemy master located at the pinnacle of humanity a thousand years ago, was now definitely one of the most terrifying existences in the Yag Continent.

The combination of countless terrifying unknown worms and a powerful soul produced an effect that made Bammer almost reach the realm of indestructibility. His powerful soul could be parasitized in any tiny bug or dispersed in countless bugs, and as long as one bug survived, he would always exist. The huge swarm of bugs guarding the tomb of the Mima Dynasty in the Borealis Forest became his most solid backup force.

The countless bugs scattered throughout the imperial capital were equivalent to the countless Barmers scattered throughout the imperial capital. Being an Alchemy Patriarch who also had a bit of necromancy, he had ways to dig out what he needed to know from people's memories.

Sikong Haoxuan's anger directly affected the means of the Barmer, a dozen or so nobles who were still of school age, when they were about to welcome a new morning, a pitch-black bug noiselessly parasitized their brains, their consciousness and souls were completely affected by the special mucus secreted by the bug.

The sky had already brightened, and standing in the courtyard, Sikong Haoxuan was motionless in a fixed position, although such a posture would greatly reduce his cultivation.

In the courtyard, Nan Xing had no sense of the outside world under the erosion of the "years", and the most pitiful of all were the four beastmen, standing in their own rooms, not daring to move a muscle. From the soul of the oppression, make them feel deep fear. In the ancient tribal period, the witch slaves were the lowest great witch subordinates, and their relatively free souls became their greatest sorrow, because they could feel the entanglement of their destiny and the pain of not being able to break free, and the branding would follow them for the rest of their lives.

Witch servant, worthy of being the most loyal servant of a great wizard, Bammer quickly returned to Sikong Haoxuan's side, and spoke to Sikong Haoxuan, who was standing with his eyes closed, about the cause and effect of the incident.

With Ba Mo's narration, the pressure from the soul in the courtyard slowly disappeared, "Alright, Ba Mo, you go first, keep an eye on that boy Tal, and in a few days, when things have faded down, bring him to the mansion to see me." Sikong Haoxuan somewhat feebly instructed Ba Mo.

After Ba Mo left, the people in Sikong Haoxuan's special courtyard were like waking up from a dream, they did not have the slightest idea that they had lost consciousness for some time.

"Big brother, for the family head?" Sikong Haoxuan sighed in his heart, glanced deeply towards his mother's special courtyard, and walked into his room.

In the following days, Sikong Haoxuan did not step out of the separate courtyard. Although the people in the mansion were not sure what had happened, they knew from the expressions of several important figures that what had happened must not be trivial. One by one, they maintained their silence, and the silence of the crowd caused the atmosphere over the Sikong Mansion to seemingly return to the dreary state it was in not too long ago.

"Mom, why are you here." Looking at Song Zi Yan standing in front of the room's door, Sikong Haoxuan hurriedly got up to offer her a seat.

Song Zi Yan gently caressed Sikong Hao Xuan's dark hair, her words were a little choked, "Xuan'er, mom knows the whole story, your third sister cried to me yesterday, mom was wrong about you, do you blame mom?"

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Sikong Haoxuan's eyes seemed to hold up a trace of crystal brightness, and under his utmost control, it seeped into the corners of his eyes, "Mom, how could I blame you, you are also worried for your son." A smile floated on Sikong Haoxuan's face as he comforted Song Zi Yan, he was truly happy.

Looking at his mother's expression that still couldn't let go, Sikong Haoxuan came close to Song Zi Yan's ear, "Mom, I'll tell you a secret, don't tell anyone else ah, that fifty cane strikes, it was like scratching an itch for me. Grandpa is really stingy, he must have usually deducted the rations of the guards, the strength is really small."

Seeing her son's serious speculation, Song Zi Yan "Puffed" and was amused by Sikong Hao Xuan, "Alright, don't tease mom. Today, mom apologizes to you. It's just that I'm afraid that your grandfather can't think straight for a while, so don't blame him."

Following his mother's words, Sikong Haoxuan asked his own question, "Mom, why did grandpa get so angry, it was just the brothel."

He glared fiercely at Sikong Haoxuan, "What brothel, humph, it seems that the fifty strokes of the cane didn't make you reflect, even though you were wrongly accused."

Song Zi Yan then sighed slightly, "Xuan'er, do you know? You originally had an uncle, your father's own brother. He had an enviable talent, both in terms of martial arts and intelligence were admirable, and everyone thought that he would have high achievements in the future. Your grandfather expended countless efforts on him, and even more so, he pinned endless hopes on him, and he didn't disappoint your grandfather, making a name for himself in the sands at a young age."

"When your uncle was twenty years old, he was assassinated in a flower house in Yongcheng, your grandfather adjusted for this for ten years before he managed to bury this heartbreaking past in his heart, and set the clan rule of 'Sikong family descendants, forbidden to set foot in brothels'."

Sikong Haoxuan finally realized why his grandfather was so angry, it turned out that brothels were a taboo in his heart, a sadness and pain that he had buried in his heart for more than twenty years.

"Xuan'er, now you know why your grandfather hates brothels so much, if your uncle didn't go there back then, amongst the many guards, bright or dark, the assassins would have easily gotten their hands on him. Your uncle's name is Sikong Hao, and your name Haoxuan is also derived from it, your grandfather has placed a lot on you. So don't blame your grandfather."

Sikong Haoxuan wiped away the teardrops at the corner of his mother's eyes, "Mom, I've never blamed grandpa, grandpa hitting his grandchildren is supposed to be a natural thing to do."

Song Zi Yan cradled Sikong Hao Xuan in her arms, her heart filled with relief, her son's understanding had alleviated a lot of the guilt that had been surrounding her heart.

Sikong Haoxuan had just sent his mother away with his front foot, Bamer with Tal also appeared out of nowhere, Tal's face turned green as he struggled to keep his distance from Bamer.

"Master, Old Servant and Tal have purchased a plot of land, located along the main street directly north of the Imperial Capital." Barmer bowed and reported to Sikong Haoxuan.

Hearing the words of Barmer, Sikong Haoxuan's eyes lit up, the main street in the north, where can be too suitable for the opening of a green house, all the aristocrats and high-ranking officials coming and going, not allowed to gallop, it is simply a replica of the pedestrian street, "Tal, you're doing a good job in this beginning, keep up the good work, I won't treat you poorly."

Tal shook his hands chaotically, "Young master, this, this is not what I did, it's all Master Barmer's credit."

Seeing Sikong Haoxuan's gaze towards himself, Barmer bowed and said, "Master, among the several nobles from last time, one of them had just such a property in his name, my child controlled his shell and sold that land to me."

As a great sorcerer, Sikong Haoxuan could not help but get goosebumps when he heard the word "child". Sikong Haoxuan said to Tal, "Tear down the original building and rebuild the pavilion we need, got it?"

Tal shivered a little in his words, "Young, young master, this ninety-nine story building, can, can how can we build it?"

Looking at the somewhat dazed Tal, Sikong Haoxuan exasperatedly smashed his head, "When I first met you, I thought you were quite resourceful, why are you such an idiot? Ninety-nine floors is my delusion, delusion you know? How about ideal? Do you understand? Now you can build as many floors as you can for me."

Sikong Haoxuan's voice in his ears grew louder and louder, Tal nodded his head in resignation ......