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Ma Hongjun's body was pierced through, blood gushing uncontrollably from his mouth. His eyes brimmed with fear, regret, and agony. At that moment, he cursed himself for ever following them to this place.
Ning Tian's voice was cold and detached as he said, "You shouldn't have come. If you're looking for someone to blame, blame your rotten luck."
"Dean…you're the one who ruined me! I hate you!" Ma Hongjun's words were drowned out by his own anguished screams as Ning Tian raised a hand and snapped his fingers with a faint gesture.
Crackle!
In an instant, a pale golden arc of lightning erupted, and the so-called "Brothel Phoenix" was obliterated, his body reduced to ash and scattered to the winds.
Dai Mubai, witnessing this horrifying scene, felt his soul shatter. His mind and body collapsed under the weight of terror. Without even summoning his martial soul, he turned and fled, shrieking like a madman into the depths of the forest behind him.
"Ahh! Ning Tian, don't kill me! Take Zhuqing, I'll give you anything, everything! Just stay away, don't kill me!" He wailed as he ran away.
The Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Sword dissolved into a streak of green light, vanishing into Ning Tian's right palm. With a casual wave of his left hand, a swarm of Gold Devouring Beetles erupted forth, blanketing the sky in a buzzing tide. Moments later, Dai Mubai was dragged back, cocooned in the relentless insects, hovering helplessly in the air. His mind still reeled from the shock, leaving him a gibbering, deranged wreck.
"Zhuqing, he's yours," Ning Tian said, glancing at her.
The Gold Devouring Beetles swiftly converged, forming five dual-colored rings that clamped around Dai Mubai's neck and limbs, binding him in place. Zhu Zhuqing nodded, and the Black Widow external spirit bone unfurled from her back, its dark, menacing form stretching out.
From the sidelines, Xiao Wu tilted her head curiously. "Little Six, what are you all up to?"
"Be good. Kids shouldn't watch this." Ning Tian gently pressed one hand against the back of Xiao Wu's head and wrapped the other around her back, pulling her close. Her face pressed against his chest, her body turned away from Dai Mubai.
Xiao Wu's cheeks flushed, but she didn't press further. Instead, she nestled quietly against him, savoring the moment.
"Ahh!"
A piercing scream tore through the air as Zhu Zhuqing's six spider lances stabbed into Dai Mubai, skewering his kidneys, shoulders, and arms in one brutal strike. He snapped back to awareness, thrashing wildly in a desperate bid to escape, but it was futile. As the neurotoxin from her attack seeped into his body, his struggles faded, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
With Dai Mubai now limp and painless, Zhu Zhuqing activated the devouring power of her Black Widow external spirit bone. She began siphoning his spirit power and life force, draining him dry.
Ning Tian and Xiao Wu stood nearby. Without a word from Ning Tian, Xiao Wu glanced around, confirmed they were alone, and knelt down beside him.
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Meanwhile, far away, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's entourage had returned to their sect. Word spread that Sect Master Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo had come back, prompting all the sect's top figures, led by Bone Douluo, to gather and greet them.
Before the assembled crowd, Ning Fengzhi beckoned Ning Rongrong forward. She summoned her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, its radiant form dazzling the onlookers. He then declared her the heir to the sect's leadership. No one dared object. A fourteen-year-old level 43 Spirit Ancestor with a martial soul evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? If she wasn't fit to be the next sect master, no one was.
Oscar, who had returned with them, stood apart. Ning Fengzhi made no mention of him, leaving the others puzzled. Oscar sensed the omission too, and unease gnawed at him.
Once the announcement concluded, the crowd dispersed. Ning Rongrong left as well, but not before shooting Oscar a smug, gloating glance. Seeing that Oscar's anxiety deepened.
Soon, the grand Seven Treasure Hall stood nearly empty, except for Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and a visibly rattled Oscar.
Ning Fengzhi cast a brief look at Oscar before turning to Bone Douluo. "Uncle Bone, is everything prepared?"
Bone Douluo grinned wickedly. "Oh, yes. Twenty-seven women, all from decent families fallen on hard times, forced to sell themselves into slavery. It's a small batch for now, but don't worry, there'll be plenty more later." He lingered on the phrase "decent families," his tone heavy and deliberate.
"None of them are unwilling, I trust?" Ning Fengzhi asked.
Bone Douluo's voice took on a sinister edge. "I've promised them this: each one who bears a child with spirit power for the sect gets a hefty payout and their freedom on the spot."
Oscar overheard every word, and a chill crept up his spine. 'Twenty-seven enslaved women, tasked with bearing children, then freed afterward… Who would father these kids? Surely not me?'
The thought sent his mind spiraling, and he instinctively edged toward the exit. But before he could take two steps, Bone Douluo's hand clamped down on his shoulder. "Going somewhere, little guy?"
"Bone Douluo, sir, I—" Oscar stammered, swallowing hard under Gu Rong's piercing gaze. Panic surging, he shot a pleading look at Sword Douluo. In Oscar's mind, Sword Douluo was the only upright soul in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Ning Fengzhi? He was a smiling tiger; friendly on the surface, ruthless underneath.
But Sword Douluo wouldn't lift a finger for someone who'd schemed against Ning Rongrong. His honor stopped at not starting trouble himself; if Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo acted for the sect's gain, he'd stand by without a word.
And so, Oscar found himself cornered, forced to accept a fate as a breeder. He tried to console himself: 'At least it's not death. I'll bide my time, escape, find Tang San and Dai Mubai, and come back for revenge. Until then, might as well enjoy it.'
But when Gu Rong led him to the sect's underground secret chamber, Oscar's bravado crumbled. 'What the hell?!'
The women waiting there were a nightmare; hulking figures with bear-like builds, thick waists, some sporting scruffy beards or picking their noses. A handful were middle-aged hags in their forties or fifties. Barely any looked remotely human.
Oscar dropped to his knees with a thud before Bone Douluo. "Bone Douluo, sir, I was wrong! I deserve death! I shouldn't have bad-mouthed the young sect master, please, spare me!"
"Spare you?" Bone Douluo's voice was cold. "Fine. You have two options, either die, or get them pregnant. Pick one."
"I—" Oscar choked, words failing him.
Bone Douluo sneered at his cowardice. 'This spineless fool dared to target our little princess?' Wasting no more time, he struck Oscar with a palm, sealing his spirit power, then signaled the chamber's occupants to advance.
To these women, it was a jackpot: bedding a young man and getting paid for it. It was an unbelievable deal.
Why not just strip Oscar's spirit power entirely? Simple, they feared he'd lose the will to live without it. Better to wait until he'd sired a dozen or so Sausage martial soul wielders, then cripple him.
"No! Don't! Nooo!" Oscar's screams echoed as the women hoisted him up and hauled him into a room. The burliest of the lot stepped forward first.
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