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

Wang Mei gritted her teeth, held the sword upright in front of her, and endured the ordeal.

The streets below were in complete chaos.

A stall was overturned by the aftershocks of the spiritual energy, and fruit rolled halfway down the street.

...

The top floor of the stone building in the east of the city.

There were eight tables, and six people were sitting there.

The worshippers in Luoyan City usually manage their own affairs, and it's rare for them to gather together.

A small shrine maiden turned around at the window.

"The Great Offering".

He pointed towards the sky.

"There are people fighting each other in our Luoyan City."

"It's quite a commotion."

"Should we do something about it?"

Behind the table at the head of the table sat a large, fat old monk.

Wang Zhanhai.

One of the two Grand Priests of Luoyan City.

He was peeling a lychee, very slowly.

Only after peeling off the shell did he lift his eyelids slightly.

"Several early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators."

"It's not so bad that our Luoyan City needs to take action."

He popped the lychee into his mouth.

"There are hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the city."

"There are battles of wits every day."

"Can you manage it all?"

The little offering closed its mouth.

...

Wang Mei fled in a very disheveled state.

He fled from the east of the city to the west, and then turned back from the west.

The four beams of light clung to her back, refusing to let go even an inch.

She understood.

He can't last another thirty moves.

Then let's just stop trying.

Wang Mei suddenly stopped in mid-air.

She raised the sword above her head.

He poured all his spiritual energy into it, leaving none behind.

The cloud above Luoyan City was pulled inwards and swirled towards the center.

It spun into a funnel shape.

The wind blew in from all sides of the city to this spot, tearing down all the banners in the market below.

"A celestial phenomenon!"

Someone shouted from below.

"Early stage of Nascent Soul, shaking the heavens?!"

The sword fell.

It's not about any one of the four people.

It's going towards the fire attribute.

The monk was about to retreat.

They retreated half a breath too slowly.

The sword energy entered from between his eyebrows and exited from the back of his head.

The person was in the void, split in two.

There was no blood at the crack.

There was only a patch of ash burned away by the sword energy.

Wang Mei's hand fell to her sides.

That sword strike drained her last bit of spiritual power.

Her body was falling into the void.

"you......"

At the other end of the steps, the young cultivator's face turned pale.

"You dare kill my sect elder?!"

A rope flew out from his sleeve.

The rope was entirely black and shiny; it was a second-grade Immortal-Binding Rope.

The rope end wrapped around in the air and tightened around Wang Mei's waist.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

The graceful curve was squeezed inward by the rope, creating several unsightly creases.

Wang Mei was pulled back up the steps and fell into the pile of broken porcelain.

The young monk walked over.

He stepped on her dangling hand.

Then he bent down and slapped her across the face with his backhand.

It was extremely loud.

The sound made the twenty or thirty people on the street take a step back in unison.

"You bitch."

The young monk pinched her chin.

"You dare to kill my sect elder."

"After I've had my fill of fun today..."

"I will surely humiliate you in every way possible."

Upon hearing this, Wang Mei's delicate body trembled.

She knew all too well what it felt like to be violated.

"Owner......"

For some reason, Wang Mei murmured something.

...

The sky darkened.

The sun, which had been shining brightly over Luoyan City, suddenly disappeared.

The ground of the entire city sank half an inch.

A powerful pressure descended.

The twenty or thirty people on the street all knelt down on the ground.

Several of the Golden Core cultivators knelt down and never got up again.

In the distance, those selling pills, running gambling dens, and running errands were all crouching down in layers.

The entire city of Dan looked as if it had been flattened from above.

"Refining the void..."

"A cultivator at the Void Refinement stage!"

The highest floor of the stone building in the east of the city.

The half-peeled lychee in Wang Zhanhai's hand fell onto the table and rolled half a circle.

He stood up from behind the desk and pushed open the window.

The chubby face froze.

"Why would a Void Refinement cultivator come to Luoyan City at this time?"

"The city lord is in seclusion."

"And this one..."

High in the sky, the clouds were parted by someone stepping on them.

One foot stepped out.

The foot landed in the void, and the void rippled like the surface of water.

"My people are Su Chen's people."

The voice wasn't loud.

However, the paving stones along the entire street in Dan City, from one end to the other, all cracked at once.

"You dare to touch it?"

At the top of the steps, the young cultivator's hand slid down from Wang Mei's chin.

"And yet, you subjected me to all sorts of lewd insults?"

Su Chen stepped out from the clouds.

He wore a blue robe with furious scales, the cuffs hanging down.

How could you say that?

Among the pile of broken porcelain on the steps.

Wang Mei raised her head.

I lifted him halfway up, and then my whole body went limp.

She waited for three years.

That's exactly what I was waiting for.

Su Chen raised his hand.

A stream of spiritual energy descended.

The second-grade Immortal-Binding Rope broke into seven or eight pieces and fell onto the bluestone.

Wang Mei got up as soon as she struggled.

She crawled forward two steps on her knees.

He crawled to where Su Chen had landed and pressed his forehead to the ground.

"Bitch slave."

Her voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"Welcome back, Master."

Get up.

Su Chen reached out and lifted her up from the ground.

"I've said that before."

"There's no need for that. Although you are my spirit slave, I have no intention of humiliating you."

Wang Mei stood up, her head still bowed.

Blood seeped from the gash on his shoulder, burned open by the spiritual flames.

"Didn't I tell you to seek refuge with Luoyan City?"

Su Chen frowned slightly.

"Why didn't you go to the temple?"

"This lowly slave has been there."

Wang Mei wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"I've been there three times."

"It's just that too many people come to our door every day claiming to be the owner."

"The temple's deacon said..."

She paused.

"It is said that in the past six months, there have been seventeen female cultivators who claim to be the Daoist companions of Grand Master Su."

"I do not believe in the relationship between a lowly slave and his master."

Su Chen shook his head.

That's it.

We'll have to settle this with that old geezer Li Ziran later.

On top of the stone building in the east of the city.

Wang Zhanhai gripped the window frame so tightly that it left five finger marks.

"Oh My God."

"This kid...has he reached the Void Refinement stage?"

"When he left the city three years ago, he was still a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator."

"We met again after that."

Wang Zhanhai wiped his face.

"Should I call him 'senior'?"

...

on the steps.

The young cultivator's legs could no longer support him.

He knelt down with a thud.

As he knelt down, the folding fan slipped from his hand and slid down the steps.

"S-senpai!"

He smashed his head against the bluestone.

He hit his forehead and it bled.

"This junior has offended a senior!"

"It was all unintentional!"

"This junior had no idea this person was a senior!"

"Please spare me, senior!"

"Please spare me, senior!"

The remaining three Nascent Soul cultivators also knelt down.

Under that oppressive force, the protective auras of the three people shrank to the size of a grain of rice.

"This junior was blind!"

"Please, senior, have mercy!"

"Our Taiyan Sect is willing to offer thirty million spirit stones as an apology!"

Su Chen stood there and looked at the group of people.

The onlookers lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to move their heads.

A few people secretly glanced upwards.

In their hearts, they all thought that this matter was over.

Refinement cultivators value their reputation.

They've already knelt down and paid compensation.

Give him two slaps, kick him out of the city, and that's it.

...