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

is her!

It really is her...

Su Chen narrowed his eyes, not expecting to see this woman again in such a place.

To be honest, Su Chen wasn't really bothered.

He didn't hate Wang Mei.

Back then, during that incident at the Obsidian Demon Sect, it was this woman who protected Wang Yuyan from Jiang Yun.

For this reason alone, Su Chen had no reason to kick someone when they were down.

But to say I have any fondness for her would be a stretch.

This woman used to follow Jiang Yun and always targeted him. Su Chen had long since forgotten about those old grudges and couldn't be bothered to pursue them anymore.

As for saving her?

Su Chen placed the teacup on the table.

These spirit stones of mine didn't just fall from the sky.

Besides, I don't lack cauldrons or furnaces at all.

puppet?

I've never even tried to refine this stuff myself.

Buying a disgraced demonic cultivator who has gotten himself into trouble is just asking for trouble.

That's it.

I have obtained what I needed on this trip.

The Thunder Essence for Crossing Calamity was lying steadily in the storage bag.

Su Chen pursed his lips, clearly having lost all interest in staying any longer.

At that moment, the auctioneer waved his hand, his face beaming with excitement!

"Everyone, look carefully!!!"

"A female spirit slave in the late Nascent Soul stage is a once-in-a-millennium occurrence!!"

"Just look at that figure, tsk tsk."

"To be honest, fellow cultivators, this woman has been trained to be extremely obedient!"

"Even if she disobeys, the seller is willing to throw in a pill to turn this woman into a sex slave!"

"The starting bid is one million spirit stones. That's not a high price at all!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed he intended to show off.

The auctioneer took a magic whip and lashed it at Wang Mei's body!

"You lowly slave, give us a good performance, fellow Daoists!"

"Otherwise, you know the consequences!"

The auctioneer snorted coldly.

Wang Mei gritted her teeth, knowing her fate, but no matter what, she couldn't bring herself to speak in front of Su Chen, who was not far away.

The auctioneer snorted coldly and took out a pill.

Wang Mei trembled as fear surged within her.

"A lowly slave is born a base creature, willingly submitting to the whims of his future master!"

"Do your duty as a spirit slave!"

These words were clearly prepared before he took the stage, and he spoke them with a hint of awkwardness and humiliation.

But it is precisely this contrast that has piqued the interest of many people.

"One and a half million!"

"Two million!"

Prices skyrocketed.

The buyers' eyes were glued to the stage, as if they had seen some priceless treasure.

Su Chen leaned back in his chair, feeling rather bored.

"Three million!"

"Three and a half million!"

"Four million!"

Once the price reached this point, there were very few others left who could keep up.

Just then, a cultivator in brocade robes sitting in the front row was about to place his bid, and he even waved his hand holding the sign with a hint of smugness.

Just then, a figure slowly stood up from a corner of the hall.

He was a bald, burly man.

His dark, brute-force eyes clearly indicated he was no kind person.

The pressure from the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm is no joke.

Those Nascent Soul cultivators who were just scrambling to bid are now too afraid to even breathe.

"Six million."

This monk was quite generous, uttering those three words so casually.

The entire hall fell silent instantly.

Is a spirit slave in the late Nascent Soul stage worth the price?

value!!!

With looks like that, she'd be worth millions!

But who would be willing to spend six million spirit stones for a mere spirit slave?

Keep these spirit stones, exchange them for cultivation resources, and seek an opportunity for a breakthrough. Isn't that a better option?

Moreover, the bidder was a Nascent Soul cultivator; who would want to risk such trouble?

The monk in the brocade robe awkwardly put down the sign and hunched back down to sit.

"It's all over, it's all over."

"This spirit slave is probably in for a terrible time."

A group of rogue cultivators not far below Su Chen were huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.

"How so?"

"You don't know? That's Manager Sun from the Red Dust Pavilion."

The rogue cultivator who had spoken took a sip of spiritual wine and lowered his voice even further.

"This guy is notoriously ruthless towards female cultivators."

"No matter what your background or temperament is."

"Once it falls into his hands, it's like entering the eighteenth level of hell."

"We'll drain all your spiritual energy first, then throw you into the building to be used as a tool for guests to vent their lust."

"Once we've worn it out and gotten tired of it, we'll just sell it off to the outer sea, letting those demon beasts profit from it."

The rogue cultivator smacked his lips, as if remembering something, and shivered.

"A few days ago, he bought a female cultivator who had reached the Golden Core stage, but for some reason, she was disobedient."

"Guess what?"

"This shopkeeper, Mr. Sun, simply took an iron chain and tied the man to the street corner."

"I treated it like a dog, for a whole week."

"Let the passing monks humiliate and play with them in the street."

"In the end, that female cultivator went insane."

The others at the next table turned pale upon hearing this, and none of them dared to say another word.

Wang Mei had obviously heard those words as well.

That usually aloof and arrogant face was now completely terrified.

The neck, bound by chains, was taut, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes, which never bowed their heads, stared intently at the direction of the private room through the black veil.

At that moment, a thought unexpectedly sprouted in Wang Mei's mind!

She might as well be humiliated like that, even if it meant becoming a lowly sex slave, she'd rather be with Su Chen.

After all, she had met Su Chen a few times and knew that even if he went too far, he would never do something like throwing her to the demon race to play with.

I absolutely cannot allow myself to be humiliated in the street!

Su Chen had already stood up.

I didn't see a single person from Xingluo.

That jade slip that allows you to see stars is meant to save your life in critical moments; it's far from the point where we need to use it now.

It seems we'll have to find another way to find Mi Luo.

Alright, let's go out first and wander around a bit more.

Su Chen flicked his sleeves and turned to walk out of the private room.

"Su Chen!"

"Help me!"

A piercing scream erupted from the high platform.

"Just give me a quick death!"

Please!

Seeing Su Chen about to leave, Wang Mei shouted desperately.

Su Chen quickened his pace, but a headache was nagging at him.

This woman is incredibly stupid!

Is the name Su Chen something you can just casually call out in a place like this?

Since the dual cultivation ceremony in Luoyan City, there are at least eight or ten thousand cultivators on the Xuanhuang Continent who know the name Su Chen.

With that shout, her identity was about to be exposed.

That's why Su Chen couldn't agree to her request.

Please.

Do you remember?

"Why did I get targeted by those two cultivators from the sect in the first place?!"

"Elder."

"He risked everything back then, trying to get something from me!"

Wang Mei's voice was trembling uncontrollably.

Sweating streamed down her glistening legs, covering the floor.

Now controlled by desire, she could only desperately grasp at Su Chen, this last straw, with the last shred of her sanity.

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