In this world, the line between righteous and villainous is exceptionally clear because it is their Dao. Just as some Sects favor beauty and others are cruel and bloodthirsty, if these Righteous Path Cultivators cannot draw their swords to help today, their Dao Hearts will surely be damaged in the future.
Furthermore, these Righteous Path Cultivators are extremely concerned with Face. The Tianchi Holy Land has an excellent reputation, and the Saintess herself is exquisitely beautiful and exceptionally talented. Through the promotion of the Tianchi Holy Land, it could be said that Ji Shengyao has no shortage of admirers in this small territory of Wanzhong Mountain.
Now, every single one of these Cultivators was filled with righteous indignation. The owner of the coarse female voice also revealed her true form—a young woman with a hideous scar on her Face. She brandished her precious sword and, without a word, thrust it directly at Wang Li's throat: "Even now, you still won't release her!"
With a 'ding' sound, Wang Li steadily caught the Scarred Woman's blade between two fingers. Her expression remained calm and unhurried: "It's not impossible for me to release her. As long as you can defeat me, I might consider transferring her to you."
Hearing such insulting words, Ji Shengyao gnashed her teeth in hatred: "You demoness, how could you give me away to someone else... No! I am a living person, not something you can just give away as you please!"
"If I were to give you to someone else, I could only give you to myself."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Li twisted her fingers. The Scarred Woman's sword was instantly twisted into a spring by a powerful surge of spiritual energy. The energy did not stop; her sleeve exploded instantly, and the Scarred Woman's entire right arm holding the sword lost all sensation.
Seeing this powerful and eerie spiritual energy heading straight for her internal organs, the Scarred Woman hardened her heart and tapped a finger directly onto her right arm. The spiritual energy exploded at her fingertip. She swayed unsteadily, blood already seeping from the corners of her mouth.
With a 'thud,' she collapsed to the ground.
The Scarred Woman was easily defeated, but the rest of the Cultivators did not retreat. Instead, it stirred the blood of some. They raised their swords one after another and thrust toward Wang Li simultaneously.
Wang Li heavily slammed the tip of her sheathed sword against the floor. A golden point of light appeared at the tip, like the singularity of a Universe's explosion. With a 'whoosh,' it burst open. The entire inn was shrouded in intense light, bathed in a golden ocean.
The golden light flashed, transforming into a giant golden flower that enveloped the entire tavern building. The moment the golden flower bloomed, all the Cultivators were drained of their spiritual energy and strength. The swords in their hands felt as if they weighed ten million pounds.
Clang, clang. The swords in their hands fell one after another. They couldn't even stand steadily, collapsing directly onto the ground like lambs to the slaughter.
Wang Li didn't know any sword Move, because she simply didn't need them. Her spiritual energy was already as obedient as her own limbs; she could mold it into any shape she desired.
"Since you aren't afraid of death, I can grant your wish."
Just as Wang Li was about to raise her sword, she found the scabbard grabbed by Ji Shengyao: "Bad woman, they were only anxious to save someone. Besides, they are all Disciples of Sects under my Holy Land. Can you show some mercy?"
Wang Li knew this little Holy Mother would step in to stop her at the last moment because these Cultivators were trying to save her. Moreover, many were her admirers. In the future, when she became the Sect Master of the Holy Land, these people would be the Disciples of her subordinate Sects.
Even among these Righteous Path Cultivators, none of them had hands completely free of innocent lives. There were no truly innocent people.
The corners of Wang Li's mouth curled slightly with ill intent: "Promise me, tonight you will give me..."
Before she could finish, her lips were covered by Ji Shengyao's small hand: "Don't say it out loud... I'll promise you anything..."
If I let this demoness say how she plans to train me in public, I'd rather just die. But I don't know what she wants me to do tonight. It couldn't be whipping... candles... tying me to a rack...
Although she hadn't seen it herself, she had heard from her Senior Sisters that the methods of the Hehuan Demoness were each more cruel than the last. Even the things she had heard that made her hair stand on end were considered mild... Thinking of this, her legs couldn't help but go weak, and her cheeks grew even ruddier.
I can't think about these unhealthy things anymore. It feels like my heart has been polluted by this pervert.
Just as the Cultivators were losing hope, a thin, monkey-faced young man in the crowd suddenly threw down a metal ball full of holes.
When the metal ball hit the ground, a large amount of thick smoke quickly spread throughout the inn. The Monkey-faced Youth's shrill voice rang in the ears of every Cultivator present: "This is a Heaven Rank Magic Treasure that can instantly knock out even a ninth-layer Golden Core! Demoness, drop your weapon!"
With Wang Li's cultivation, combined with the fact that she had long ago developed another kind of Fiery Golden Eyes in that dark and gloomy world that could see through good and evil.
Her red pupils flashed, and she saw the monkey-faced man surrounded by clouds of black Qi. This was the entanglement of evil karma, found mostly in those who were profoundly wicked.
Watching the Righteous Path Cultivators get knocked out by the smoke one by one and collapse, he was extremely smug: "Demoness, have you considered it?"
Ji Shengyao, who possessed the Immaculate Heart, felt an intense sense of loathing at first sight.
At this moment, she actually had a thought... hoping the demoness would win. Although the demoness teased and harassed her in various ways, at least her heart did not detest her.
She reached out and caught the collapsing Ji Shengyao, letting her fall into her arms. In the mist, her indifferent voice rang out leisurely: "I've considered it, and I've decided to send you to your death."
Her sword floated in her hand, spinning continuously. The blade burst forth with an incredibly powerful golden beam of light. The beam instantly pierced through the monkey-faced man's chest, forming a bloody hole that went straight through.
The beam of light did not stop, soaring diagonally into the sky, as if it were going to pierce a hole through the clouds!
Sometime later, when Ji Shengyao woke up, she found her eyes blindfolded. She could see nothing; it was pitch black, and she had no idea where she was.
She felt her original handcuffs had been tightened, her hands pressed firmly together. Not only that, she felt she had been fitted with ankle chains. The only movement she could make was to writhe like a beautiful snake.
Ji Shengyao couldn't see and couldn't Move. The darkness before her eyes left her with no sense of security. Her heart was a mess of complex emotions, filled with humiliation and fear.
She remembered that before losing consciousness, it seemed all the Cultivators in the inn, including herself and the demoness, had been caught in that despicable person's knockout smoke. That demoness was so wicked; she was still full of energy before I fainted. The person who fixed me firmly to the bed must be her.
My ankle chains and handcuffs are of the same origin, having the special effect of suppressing spiritual energy. They are very unique, and likely only that demoness would have them. Moreover, my clothes are all in order. Only that demoness, who treats me as her private Cauldron, would not be in a hurry to get handsy with me.
With a "creak," the bedroom door was opened. Footsteps came from outside. She listened carefully; someone had entered the bedroom...