Lin Family Estate in the capital of Huaxia.
Zhang Lingxiu knelt with bloodshot eyes before the ancestral tablets in the Lin family hall. Looking at the tablet of Lin Zhan's grandfather, Lin Tian, at the bottom, she said, "Grandfather and all the ancestors of the Lin family, I beg you to bless Lin Zhan with a safe return. Lingxiu does not ask for wealth and status in this life, only to be with Lin Zhan forever. If Lin Zhan unfortunately dies in battle, I will never live alone. I implore all the ancestors of the Lin family to protect us."
As Zhang Lingxiu prayed devoutly, far away in the Human Royal Court, within a mountain bearing the totem of a mysterious bird, voices emerged from several enormous coffins.
"How do I feel a descendant calling out to us? Isn't Zi Xin that prodigal son out there? Dare anyone bully our child." A majestic voice boomed from the largest bluestone coffin in the mountain.
"It seems some shameless old fellows from the Ten Thousand Races have also awakened. It's possible Zi Xin, that little fellow, has encountered something he can't handle," a slightly smaller black coffin began to speak.
"There's indeed a possibility. However, our Human race's destiny has improved greatly, and the power of destiny our family now possesses is much more than that of other families. It should be that our descendant has done something great that benefits humanity again."
"It is just as the old ancestors said. In that case, Zi Tang should also be able to break free from his coffin. When he emerges, we'll see who dares to bully our child and I'll slaughter them all."
After the few coffins finished their last words, they fell silent.
Meanwhile, Lin Zhan, whom Zhang Lingxiu yearned for and shared life and death with, was desperately running towards the forest behind the high ground. More than 5,000 allied forces of the Ten Thousand Races were in hot pursuit.
Over 3,000 winged flying units of the Ten Thousand Races were employing Lin Zhan's specialty tactics, bombarding from high altitudes with all sorts of energy attacks, javelins, and arrows directed at Lin Zhan below.
Pitiable was Lin Zhan, the foremost social scoundrel of the Human race, a distinguished head of his household, now a runner with a turtle-shell-shaped shield.
Xiao Jin, Xiao Hei, and Xiao Bao, activated by Lin Zhan's soul fusion, were integrated into his totem tattoo. Since there was no totem tattoo for Xiao Ji, Xiao Ji had to be placed in the spatial dimension.
Lin Zhan transmitted telepathically to the souls of the three little ones, "Brothers, quickly think of a way. These mad dogs from the Ten Thousand Races are going all out. They won't stop until they kill me."
As Lin Zhan conversed with the three little ones, another volley of arrows aimed at him was blocked by his shield.
Xiao Bao anxiously said, "Boss, stop blabbering and just run! Once your steps take you into the forest, remember the spots where we buried mines. Don't blow yourselves up if you miss those foolish guys from the Ten Thousand Races and get yourself killed. That would be a real mess."
Xiao Jin also said, "Boss, as long as you enter the forest, let me out. I'll take you running. With the short legs of the Ten Thousand Races, Uncle Jin will tire them to death."
The pursuing allied forces of the Ten Thousand Races were now left with only the Demon Commander as their leader, and he had also seen through Lin Zhan's intentions.
After all, the allied forces of the Ten Thousand Races now numbered only over 5,000, with 3,000 of them being winged. The forest was dense with tall trees, making it unsuitable for aerial attacks.
However, if they were to all enter the forest to hunt down this human brat, the Demon Commander felt a pang of fear.
Because this human brat was too damn cunning and ridiculously wicked, scattering mines all over the map. Out of the more than 30,000 brothers who came, over 25,000 were directly blown up by this black-hearted brat.
Finally, under the resentful gazes of the allied forces of the Ten Thousand Races, Lin Zhan ran into the forest. Looking back at the Ten Thousand Races army waiting in formation outside the forest, Lin Zhan arrogantly shouted, "You... come here."
"Weren't you chasing little master quite fiercely just now? Why are you chickening out now? All of you acted like mad dogs, chasing little master like this. If you're so capable, keep chasing!"
The Demon Commander glared fiercely at the arrogant Lin Zhan, so angry that his teeth were about to shatter, yet he didn't dare to let them pursue further. Who knew if this wicked human had also laid mines in the forest.
Lin Zhan summoned the little ones and immediately started a fire on the spot. He then took out wine and meat, and the group of humans and beasts began a wild forest barbecue.
Xiao Bao, holding a wine jar, took a long swig and said to Lin Zhan, "Boss, shouldn't we research some new weapons? Preferably some firecrackers and sky-piercing rockets, so we don't get chased like dogs next time a bunch of winged beings show up."
Lin Zhan, parched and hungry from his frantic run, ate and drank heartily, "What do you mean 'chased us'? What does that have to do with you guys? These bastards were chasing me!"
Xiao Hei, hearing Lin Zhan's words, rolled his eyes and said, "What's wrong, boss? Do turtles have a grudge against you? Who do you look down on? Believe it or not, I'll report you to sister-in-law next time, saying you're still in contact with that little vixen from Fusang."
Xiao Jin chimed in with a jab, "I can attest to that. Boss was quite fond of that little vixen and even left Lin Yi and Lin Er behind. Isn't that planning to build a palace in Fusang to conveniently have clandestine affairs with that little vixen?"
Xiao Ji, holding a wine jar with its wing, leaned against a large tree in a relaxed posture like Ge You, saying, "Holy crap, this is a matter of moral conduct! Brothers, quickly tell me more details. I love hearing this part."
Lin Zhan looked at Xiao Ji's demeanor and couldn't help but get angry, "You're a bird, you should at least act like one. What's with that Ge You-like slouch?"
Then, the little ones all turned to look at Lin Zhan, their faces displeased, "Those who cheat have no right to speak. Behave yourself, or we'll hang you up with broken shoes and parade you around."
"Come on, brothers, let's continue the story. Back then, boss's lewd expression..."
Looking at these scoundrels, bandits, and drunken fellows, Lin Zhan was on the verge of tears and said, "Old ancestors, I haven't done anything wicked, have I? Why did I end up with these three spirit pets?"
Di Xin, who was watching Lin Zhan with the Human Emperors and various kings, heard his unworthy descendant's words. His old face flushed, and he muttered, "Bah, what good deed have you *not* done?"
Outside the forest, the Demon Commander, leading the allied forces of the Ten Thousand Races, watched Lin Zhan and the four little ones eating, drinking, and laughing merrily. Then he looked at his own side, having lost troops and generals, fighting 30,000 against 5 and suffering such a defeat.
Even returning to the Demon race would be an act of death to atone for their shame. The more he thought about it, the angrier and more stifled he felt.
Finally, the Demon Commander's vision darkened, and with a "噗" sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
"Someone! The commander has fainted!"
Lin Zhan and the little ones, who were eating and drinking, heard the commotion outside and curiously glanced over, seeing the fainted Demon Commander.
Xiao Bao shook his head and said, "This brat is too young. He collapsed already?"