A strong wind began to blow, adding to the tension that already felt thick in the air. Zi Shin felt uncomfortable under the lustful stares of the men surrounding her, yet she managed to hold back her anger and feeling of intimidation with perfect self-control. Meanwhile, Zi Hao stood firmly beside her, ready to help protect Zi Shin and execute their plan. Around them, about fifteen fierce, wild-eyed men looked ready to act, trapping Zi Shin and Zi Hao in the middle of a circle that was growing narrower. However, the two of them did not show fear or defeat on their faces. They knew that breaking free from this encirclement might be difficult, but they preferred to fight rather than surrender just like that. Behind the men surrounding them, there was a group of women who looked terrified and injured inside the cave, becoming captives and the reason for Zi Shin and Zi Hao’s arrival at that place. The two of them could not tolerate the cruelty and barbarity inflicted on those women, a

The moonlight illuminated the vast, dusty field where Zi Shin stood upright, his heart pounding. The air around him felt stiff and heavy, filled with a fear that was almost tangible. Droplets of sweat streamed down his forehead, reflecting the worry and despair he could not hide. Zi Shin glanced at his younger brother, Zi Hao, who lay on the ground with a pale face and an expression of agony. His helpless body formed a stark contrast against the harsh, unwelcoming ground. His ragged breaths and dry lips were proof of the pain he was enduring. Around them, those who would decide Zi Shin and Zi Hao’s fate drew closer, their footsteps producing sounds that terrorized Zi Shin’s heart. Every beat of his heart felt faster, as if trying to escape this horrific reality. In this terrifying darkness, Zi Shin could see neither hope nor a way out. All that remained was fear, regret, and the loss of dignity that was about to befall him. “Hahaha! That look of fear is truly tempting. Come he

The room felt narrow and stifling, adorned with shelves full of bottles and containers holding strange, pungent-smelling ingredients. In the middle of the room, the black-faced man sat behind an old, worn wooden table, focused on the materials spread out before him. Sweat poured down his forehead as his fingers deftly mixed, ground, and compounded the various substances with precision. After a while, the man looked satisfied and let out a relieved breath as three purple pills appeared and floated toward him. He quickly stored the pills in a small bottle and sealed it tightly. At that moment, he rose from his chair and shuffled toward the door of the room, made of old wood. With a heavy heart, he opened the door and found a restless figure standing outside. The figure stood in a narrow corridor, its walls covered in moss and looking neglected. The black-faced man felt confused. He wondered in his mind what was actually happening and why the figure before him looked so anxious.

Song Que entered the silent residence. A gentle breeze carried the stench of rot that stung his nose. Inside, broken furniture and thick dust covered every corner of the room. The weathered walls, full of moss, showed how long this place had been abandoned and neglected. In several rooms, Song Que found worthless items—dirty, torn, and worn-out clothes, rusted kitchen utensils, and books eaten by insects and almost unrecognizable. Everything was so miserable and disgusting, as if bearing silent witness to the cruelty that had occurred here. Song Que’s anger peaked, and he decided to end all the bad memories tied to this place. Quickly, he gathered the items and piled them in the middle of the courtyard. Flames flared up, consuming every last trace of the wickedness that remained. Black smoke billowed high, symbolizing the destruction of this place of suffering. After that, Song Que continued his journey toward the nearest city and contacted Zi Shin, since they had previously exc

A chubby woman stared at Song Que with sparkling eyes, as if she had found a treasure she had been searching for a long time. Confidently, she ordered her subordinate, the sturdy tattooed man, to bring Song Que to her. Her mind was filled with beautiful scenes she imagined sharing with Song Que—scenes that would bring happiness and pleasure to her heart. But suddenly, the atmosphere changed. The tattooed man’s scream echoed around them, shattering the woman’s daydream in an instant. The tattooed man lay on the ground, groaning in pain. His strong arm had been broken by Song Que with ease, as if he had offered no resistance at all. The chubby woman, the Young Miss of the city, waved her hand arrogantly and said to one of her subordinates standing nearby, "You, capture him for me." A burly man with the strong aura of a Fusion Realm cultivator approached Song Que and said temptingly, "You shouldn’t resist. In this city, our beautiful Young Miss always gets what she wants—incl