Zhang Zongnian, hearing that Lin Xue was about to sacrifice herself so that he could escape, grew agitated and struggled desperately, his mouth stuffed and only able to let out muffled “mmm mmm” sounds, doing everything he could to stop Lin Xue.
Yang Yuxiang heard Lin Xue’s request and glanced at Zhang Zongnian, thinking to himself: As expected, the two of them are lovers.
This little vixen is still trying to save this useless man at such a time. Their feelings must be deep indeed.
Then if I take this little vixen right in front of this trash, won’t it be all the more exhilarating?
Imagining those scenes, Yang Yuxiang could hardly contain himself.
He was twisted inside, and in order to satisfy his own lecherous tastes, he especially liked to find couples with strong affections for each other.
Though he carried the Bath Maiden’s Dream Fragrance with him, he rarely used it.
He much preferred to use his power and status to force the other party to yield to his tyranny.
It was always the look of humiliation on their faces during the act that he found most arousing.
If he used the drug and the woman became too eager, he would actually lose interest.
He readily agreed, saying, “No problem. Once this Young Master has finished signing the Spirit Pet Contract with you, I will naturally let him go.”
But inwardly, he sneered in contempt.
The family had instructed him clearly: under no circumstances should Zhang Zongnian be allowed to live.
How could he possibly let this brat go?
Anyway, once the contract was signed, she would be his.
A master can make a Beast Pet do anything; since when does a Beast Pet get to command its master?
Once the contract was done, he’d force Zhang Zongnian to watch helplessly as he took this vixen, then finish off that useless man. What could this vixen possibly do to her master after that?
Yes, he’d let her watch her lover’s corpse grow cold while her own body was ravaged by him, her face twisted in anguish—surely a sight to savor.
Lost in his imagination, Yang Yuxiang grew more and more aroused.
He was getting impatient.
Lin Xue looked at him and spoke firmly, “No. This servant begs Young Master to let him go first.”
“As long as you let him leave, this servant will immediately sign the Spirit Pet Contract with you.”
“If Young Master does not let him go, this servant would rather be consumed by Corpse Poison and die.”
Yang Yuxiang’s expression turned cold.
He glared at Lin Xue and said icily, “Are you giving orders to this Young Master?”
Lin Xue met his gaze without fear, “I wouldn’t dare. This servant has only this one request. Once Young Master agrees, this servant will be at your disposal. Please, Young Master, grant this wish.”
Yang Yuxiang’s expression shifted unpredictably as he pondered.
The Spirit Pet Contract required the Spirit Beast’s clear and willing consent to be signed.
If Lin Xue truly refused to sign, there was nothing he could do about it.
But if he agreed and let Zhang Zongnian go, setting aside how the family might punish him, even the fun he wanted to have would be spoiled.
After thinking for a moment, Yang Yuxiang’s face twisted into a sinister smile.
He looked at Lin Xue and said, “Fine. This Young Master can let him go before signing the Spirit Pet Contract.”
“But as a Beast Pet, you’re giving me orders. That doesn’t sit well with me.”
“How about this, I’ll give you a chance. Serve me once right now—if you satisfy me, I’ll let him leave immediately.”
“If you fail to satisfy me, you’ll serve me here until I’m content. Only when you please this Young Master will I let him go. How about it?”
In any case, I’ll have my way with you first.
This Young Master can’t wait any longer—I have to let off some steam!
Zhang Zongnian, hearing this from the side, struggled even harder, shaking his head desperately, eyes burning with anger and despair, his muffled cries even louder.
Lin Xue lowered her head and replied, “This servant obeys Young Master.”
A look of satisfaction appeared on Yang Yuxiang’s face.
He released the vines binding Lin Xue.
He was utterly confident in his strength, convinced Lin Xue couldn’t possibly escape his grasp.
She was also on the verge of succumbing to Corpse Poison and needed his antidote.
Add to that his threat to “deliver her to his uncle for a taste,” and her “lover” was still in his hands.
With so many ways to control her, he believed this little vixen wouldn’t dare to try anything foolish.
As the restraints vanished, Lin Xue’s body lost all support and she collapsed to her knees.
Her battered Daoist robe, with its waist sash broken, fell open a bit, revealing a glimpse of her body.
Yang Yuxiang’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Lin Xue clutched her collar and was about to stand when Yang Yuxiang stretched out a hand and pressed down on her head.
“Don’t get up. Stay kneeling there.”
Lin Xue’s body stiffened. She obediently lowered her head and said, “Yes, this servant obeys.”
Yang Yuxiang greedily eyed Lin Xue’s slightly open collar, her flawless, creamy skin, her enticingly long legs, and couldn’t help but swallow.
He lifted Lin Xue’s chin, forcing her to look up so he could admire her beautiful face, and asked, “Tell this Young Master—what’s your name?”
Lin Xue bit her lip lightly and said, “This servant’s name is Lin Xue.”
Yang Yuxiang took in her expression of humiliation and listened to Zhang Zongnian’s desperate muffled cries from the side, feeling thoroughly satisfied.
Below, his desire was already straining to be released.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He ordered, “Come, Xue’er, help this Young Master take off his trousers first. Serve me well, make this Young Master feel good.”
Lin Xue’s face went pale. She reached out her hands and slowly began to untie Yang Yuxiang’s belt.
Zhang Zongnian, seeing her kneeling before Yang Yuxiang, her face filled with humiliation, felt as though his heart was being sliced apart.
His eyes nearly bulged from his sockets, burning red, wishing he could break free and tear Yang Yuxiang to pieces with his teeth.
At this moment, Yang Yuxiang was thoroughly pleased with himself.
Watching Lin Xue slowly untie his belt and pull down his pants, her face flush with shame and anger, made him savor the moment even more.
Zhang Zongnian’s muffled cries grew even more intense.
Just as Yang Yuxiang eagerly anticipated the release of his long-suppressed desires, he saw Lin Xue suddenly stand up.
Yang Yuxiang frowned and barked, “Didn’t I say to serve me on your knees? Why are you standing?”
Before he could finish, Lin Xue rose up on tiptoe, her soft, slender body pressing against his chest, arms wrapping around his neck.
Her breath was like orchids, her gaze seductive, her face shy yet alluring as she looked at him.
Yang Yuxiang’s next words were stuck in his throat, completely blocked by her sudden coquettish demeanor.
Even though he had seen countless women, in this moment, he was utterly dazzled and dazed for a moment.
This vixen is truly bewitching!
He couldn’t help but embrace her delicate body.
But then, Lin Xue placed something atop his head, and suddenly wrenched herself free from his arms, retreating at lightning speed.
Yang Yuxiang froze, not yet realizing what had happened, when he suddenly felt a chill around his neck, followed by a tightening force—something powerfully strangling his throat.
His vision went black, he couldn’t breathe, and it felt as though his neck was about to snap.
A ring, now enlarged, was tightly fastened around his neck—and it was shrinking rapidly.
This was the ring Lin Xue had taken from Yang Yuhai, which could change shape.
As she drew near to Yang Yuxiang, she secretly expanded the ring to collar size and held it ready.
While he was distracted by her expression, she slipped it around his neck and ordered it to shrink.
With the ring clamped so tightly around his neck, Yang Yuxiang’s eyes rolled back. He was almost choked to death on the spot.
Shock and rage surged within him.
He had never expected the little vixen to strike so ruthlessly, so suddenly.
Overconfident, he had not been on guard, nor had he prepared the Paper Substitute Technique.
Now, he could only struggle against the shrinking ring with his spiritual power, hands clawing desperately at his throat, trying to remove the ring to no avail.
But the ring had bitten deep into his neck—there was no way to take it off.
Lin Xue rushed to Zhang Zongnian’s side, picked up the Wind-Slaying Treasure Blade that had fallen to the ground, and instantly unleashed over a dozen wind blades at Yang Yuxiang.
Yang Yuxiang, wracked with pain, had no way to dodge.
Most of the wind blades struck his body, but spiritual light flashed, deflecting the attacks—it was clear he had some kind of protective treasure.
However, after withstanding over a dozen wind blades in succession, the treasure finally exhausted its spiritual power and lost its effectiveness.
The final wind blade sliced across Yang Yuxiang’s head, severing half of his skull.
Yang Yuxiang stopped struggling and collapsed to the ground.
“Killed Qi Refining Seventh Layer Cultivator. Gained 150 experience points.”
Lin Xue let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally, this bastard was dead.
This time, it had been truly dangerous.
A Qi Refining Late Stage cultivator was indeed powerful.
She’d nearly fallen into eternal ruin.
Lin Xue knew she could never face Yang Yuxiang head-on, so she had planned to risk everything with this move from the start.
If this didn’t work, she would have to use the ring to teleport away—even if the Corpse Poison in her body erupted, turning her into a walking corpse and dying in the wilderness, she would never let her body be defiled by him.
Fortunately, her gamble paid off. Yang Yuxiang had been brought to justice.
By now, Zhang Zongnian had broken free from the limp vines—now useless without their caster—stumbling over with a face full of guilt.
If he weren’t so useless, Miss Lin Xue wouldn’t have had to suffer such humiliation alongside him.
He asked hoarsely, “Miss Lin, are you alright?”
Lin Xue shook her head and looked at her left arm.
The black, vein-like threads from the Corpse Poison were visibly spreading faster now, creeping up toward her pale neck.
Lin Xue could feel the entire left side of her body growing numb.
She staggered toward Yang Yuxiang’s corpse.
Yang Yuxiang had said earlier that his Storage Pouch contained the antidote for Corpse Poison—whether it was true or not, she had to take the Storage Pouch regardless.
It was her trophy!
And she needed to take back her ring!
Zhang Zongnian saw Lin Xue’s ruined Daoist robe, her disheveled, stumbling figure, clutching her torn clothes, and felt a surge of pity.
He took off his own constable’s outer robe and hurried to drape it over her shoulders.
Lin Xue glanced at him, wrapped the outer robe tightly around her, then squatted down, tore off Yang Yuxiang’s Storage Pouch, and hung it at her waist.
Her ring was still clamped tightly around Yang Yuxiang’s neck.
She swung her blade and chopped off what was left of Yang Yuxiang’s head.
The ring slipped off at the break.
Lin Xue picked up the ring with a look of disgust, rubbed it hard against Yang Yuxiang’s clothes as if trying to scrub off a layer, and only then, still with a face full of loathing, slipped it back onto her finger.
She stood up, preparing to retrieve the Storage Pouches from the other two Heiyi Wei.
But just as she straightened, a wave of dizziness overtook her, and the world began to spin.
She fell backward, collapsing into Zhang Zongnian’s arms.
Zhang Zongnian caught her, panicking. “Miss Lin, your Corpse Poison… Hang in there, the town is just ahead. I’ll take you to find my senior brother right away!”
Lin Xue’s eyes had lost their focus.
She clutched Zhang Zongnian’s collar, using the last of her strength to say, “…Get those two Storage Pouches… for me…!”
Then, everything went black, and she lost consciousness.
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