Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

"If Brother Wang is interested, I will take you there when the time comes."

"But Brother Wang, you must remember this well."

"The auction house is located in the very heart of the city."

"Suspended on an upside-down, solitary peak."

"To get in, you must first cross a winding soul bridge."

"Beneath that bridge, there is a boiling star marrow solution."

"Remember, you must never use your spiritual power to fly when crossing the bridge."

"Anyone who dares to fly on the bridge."

"The restrictions in that bridge will immediately pull people down."

"Drag them into that star marrow and refine them alive."

"Not even a trace was left."

Chiling muttered to himself for a while longer.

To be honest, just by looking at Su Chen's calm demeanor, Chi Ling could guess a thing or two.

When people inquire about auction houses, they are usually concerned about whether the prices are all exorbitant.

Many cultivators even sighed when they mentioned that they were poor, independent cultivators and couldn't afford to go there to join the fun.

But Su Chen in front of me was too calm.

Could he be a wealthy man, or perhaps a spoiled brat from some powerful family?

If we can establish a connection, that would be a great opportunity.

...

The dim light illuminated the surroundings.

Half light.

A damp, musty smell, mixed with the metallic odor of rust, lingered in my nasal cavity and wouldn't dissipate.

This is a prison cell.

The walls were made of cold, dark iron, covered with countless engravings and restrictions.

These prison cells were arranged one after another.

The tunnel stretched endlessly into the depths of darkness.

Right in the center of one of the rooms.

A figure was hanging there.

A graceful female cultivator was seen with her hands bound behind her back by an iron chain that gleamed with an eerie light, and she was suspended high in the air.

The iron chain was taut, suspending the female cultivator in mid-air.

A pair of delicate pink feet, only the toes could barely touch the cold ground.

Sweat trickled down her slender toes, soaking the ground.

The female cultivator was extremely beautiful, even in her current disheveled state.

That alluring face was still breathtakingly beautiful.

But those usually aloof eyes were now filled with humiliation and resentment.

"Click!"

The cell door was pushed open from the outside.

The one who entered was a weasel-faced monk with a bunch of keys hanging from his waist. He walked in slowly.

"woke up?"

The cultivator glanced at the female cultivator, raised his hand, and injected a stream of spiritual energy into the iron chain.

"Click."

The iron chain suddenly tightened a few more times.

Immediately afterwards...

A tingling sensation that no female cultivator could resist swept through her entire body instantly along the iron chain.

The female nun's body trembled violently.

"Ah...ah..."

A suppressed moan escaped from her lips.

As my toes curled up tightly, I almost lost consciousness from the tingling sensation.

"Oh."

"Blame it on your own carelessness."

"He's a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, yet he's foolish enough to gamble against a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"He lost the bet and was branded with this slave mark."

"Now, we're in a situation where we can neither live nor die."

The cultivator seemed used to such sights and didn't care whether the female cultivator lived or died.

The female cultivator gritted her teeth and refused to utter a sound.

But the irresistible pleasure made her body tremble uncontrollably.

Those two slender, jade-like legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Such a lewd and seductive manner would probably make any male cultivator unable to look away.

"The auction is in three days."

"Selling you out will at least get me some spirit stones."

"Then the buyer will carve a complete slave mark on you."

"From now on, you will be a plaything in that person's hands."

The cultivator paced around the female cultivator, looking her up and down.

"Judging by your looks, you are quite beautiful."

"I'm afraid it'll be bought by whichever cultivator it is."

"They all need that aphrodisiac pill to turn you into a sex slave controlled by desire."

"Day and night, all they know is to please you."

"What a pity."

The cultivator then clicked his tongue.

There was a scar on the female cultivator's shoulder and a scar on her lower abdomen.

"These are the two scars."

"Otherwise, you could sell it for several times more."

"Ugh."

The cultivator shook his head, as if he genuinely regretted the loss.

"hehe."

I curse you to die a horrible death.

With a curse, a pair of almond-shaped eyes stared intently at the cultivator in front of her.

That stunningly beautiful face belonged to none other than Wang Mei.

Since the Dark Moon Demon Sect was razed to the ground.

She traveled a long and winding road, dragging her severely injured body, and finally escaped to this Tian Shu Star City.

I was thinking of finding a corner to settle down.

With her late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, she could live out the rest of her life as a rogue cultivator.

who ever thought.

She planned everything meticulously.

Upon arriving in the city, he was immediately targeted by a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The old monster set up a betting scheme, luring her into the trap step by step.

By the time she realized what was happening, the slave mark on her waist had already been engraved.

I can only blame myself for being too stupid.

He was captivated by Jiang Yun's gentle and refined demeanor, which led him to escape here injured.

As a result, he stumbled again because of his own arrogance.

"Cursing me?"

Another burst of spiritual energy shot fiercely into the iron chain.

This time, the light was several times brighter than before.

Wang Mei felt an unbearable heat surging through her body.

The slave mark that had just been engraved on his waist flashed.

"Hmm..."

Wang Mei's body began to twist violently.

A layer of fragrant sweat instantly soaked through her thin clothes.

Driven by the torment of that spiritual power, he felt as if he had ingested the most potent aphrodisiac in the world.

So sensitive was his body that even a slight tightening of the chains could send shivers of pleasure through him, making him lose his senses.

As waves of tingling sensations washed over her, she found herself developing an indecent and boundless desire for the male cultivator.

If this were to continue, I fear I would truly become a despicable person.

Wang Mei would never accept that she was like this, even if she died.

"No...don't..."

"Master...I was wrong..."

"I'll never do it again..."

"Please, Master, spare this humble servant this time..."

That usually aloof and arrogant face now carried a hint of a sob.

That's right. Even if she was unwilling in her heart, she couldn't afford to be arrogant in this situation.

"snort."

The cultivator then stopped.

"If only you had been this sensible earlier."

"Remember this."

"If you dare to talk back again, or show the slightest disobedience..."

"I will then use this slave seal to reduce you to a lowly servant girl who only knows desire."

"At that time, I will sell you to those demons."

"Those beasts don't know anything about cherishing women."

"It ended up in their hands."

"You shall then wait and suffer all kinds of humiliation and debauchery every day."

"But if you behave yourself..."

"Who knows, we might even run into a kind-hearted buyer."

"I'll make you an ordinary, lowly servant."

"And thus spared the torment of lust."

The cultivator snorted coldly.

"Thank you... thank you, Master."

"I...I'll never do it again..."

Wang Mei hung in mid-air, her almond-shaped eyes unfocused.

Those two fair, jade-like legs were still twitching intermittently.

if...

Someone come and finish me off right now, give me a quick death...

At this moment, Wang Mei felt that even death was a luxury.

...