Watching the pale-faced man gesticulating wildly, a scarred man nearby couldn't help but interrupt, his tone skeptical: "Brother, putting aside whether that courtesan is 'moist' or not... are you sure you're okay with that complexion? You weren't sucked dry, were you?"
The pale man waved his hand dismissively, a smug smile even appearing on his face: "That's a minor issue! Let me finish! The key is that new courtesan; not only is her technique incredible, but every time it's over, she even gives an extra portion of Advancedblood food!"
"The longer you last, the more she gives! It's a great tonic!"
Beside them, another person frowned and recalled: "How come I heard people saying that courtesan herself is strange? She seems to be an Evil Soul Master too, and supposedly... a Holy Maiden?"
"Anyway, she practices the path of Harvesting. Some newcomers who didn't know any better went to play with her before, and when they came out, they were skin and bones, their spirit power having plummeted. Are you sure you're not a shill?"
As they spoke, their suspicious gazes fell once more upon the pale man's gaunt figure.
Facing their suspicion, the pale man sneered disdainfully. Looking left and right, he reached out and grabbed a passing Evil Soul Master. With a clench of his fingers, the passing Evil Soul Master's body exploded, the scent of blood filling the air. As the pale man closed his fist, the exploded flesh and blood began to condense, and the blood from the entire body turned into several threads of blood, which he swallowed greedily into his body. In the blink of an eye, the pale man's withered, pale cheeks became ruddy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his aura recovered significantly. Tossing the trash aside, the pale man wiped the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "See that? Just a bit of spirit power and Yang Qi sucked out! I am a dignified Spirit Saint! I can make it back just by finding some blood food!"
"That courtesan is at most at the Spirit KingRealm; how much could she possibly suck? Calculating it, I even profited from the blood food she gave! No matter how you look at it, it's not a loss!"
Looking at his rapid recovery, the others looked at each other and thought about it carefully... It seemed... there really was some logic to it? But why did it still feel a bit off?
While the others were deep in thought, the pale man chuckled: "It's too late for you to go now anyway. That courtesan is the top star now, receiving guests every day from morning till night without a break. After all, giving blood food directly is much more practical than Soul Coins. Reservations are already booked two months out! I heard she's going to rest for a few days recently and stop receiving guests... Anyway, you won't have a chance for the next few months."
The crowd was momentarily speechless, but they kept it in mind. After all, if they could truly get blood food for free, it wouldn't be out of the question to pay a visit.
At the center of the tavern's gossip, deep within the grotesque building known as "Tianxiang Pavilion," inside a room filled with thick cosmetics and a strange, fishy scent—
A figure lay on the bed, seemingly resting. Just then, the door was pushed open roughly, and four tall, burly figures filed in—it was the Ji Family Four Brothers.
Ji One walked to the bedside, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes as he looked at the fair, soft body on the bed, which clearly displayed female characteristics. He reached out, grabbed the messy long hair—which also appeared female at the moment—and roughly hauled the person up from the bed. The face was exposed in the dim light; the features were exquisite, the skin delicate enough to be broken by a mere touch, but the eyes were hollow and lifeless, as if they had lost all focus, leaving only numbness. Ji One looked on, clicking his tongue in wonder: "I must say, with this Painted Skin given to you, you really play the part of a woman perfectly. However, I still prefer the way you used to look."
The eyes of the person being held moved slightly, but their gaze remained unfocused, and there was no response.
Ji One seemed to find it boring. His other hand suddenly clamped onto the woman's face, then he grabbed it and tore downward with force. "Chila!"
A sound like tearing leather rang out as a special human skin covering the entire body was forcibly peeled off, then tossed aside. Beneath the skin, a thin, pale male body was revealed, and that face...
Was naturally Tang San.
Ji One clicked his tongue, his gaze scanning over Tang San as he shook his head: "A pity for such a good appearance and talent... If it weren't for the Cult Leader's strict orders, I'd really like to spend more time on you."
With that, he tossed Tang San like a dead dog to the others behind him: "We have one hour to clean him up, change his clothes, and then send him back to the Quiet Room beneath the Headquarters."
"The Cult Leader has ordered that he be allowed to rest for the next few days, and no one is allowed to disturb him. Understood?"
"Yes, Big Brother!" the other three responded in unison, though with a hint of excitement. One hour, after all, was plenty of time!
An hour later, having been cleaned and changed into a fresh set of clothes, Tang San was thrown on schedule into a silent stone chamber deep beneath the Holy Spirit Cult's Headquarters.
The stone door slammed shut, cutting off all sounds from the outside world.
Tang San lay on the ground like a dead dog, his consciousness nearly dissipating in endless numbness. However, just as his consciousness was about to sink completely into darkness—
A cold and majestic voice, as if echoing directly in the depths of his Soul, boomed: "Sea God Sixth Test, completed."
Buzz!
—
As if briefly purified, Tang San's essence—derived from the Possession by a fragment of Divine Sense—was forced awake in extreme pain under the interference of the Divine Trial. Immediately after, a tsunami of memory fragments crashed through the dam of his barely maintained sanity. Over these past three months, the ultimate humiliations, more unbearable than Hell and more twisted than nightmares, every detail was like a red-hot iron, ruthlessly searing into his Soul. "Aaaah!!!"
A silent roar echoed in his consciousness. Hatred, madness, malice... countless extreme emotions almost tore his Soul apart. All of this! It was all the main body's fault!
If the main body hadn't split him off, if the main body wasn't living leisurely in the God Realm while making him endure this suffering and humiliation, how would he have ended up like this?!
How would he have suffered such inhuman torture?!
Lower Realm Tang San's resentment grew wildly, and then, anchored by his emotions, it pointed dead at that glamorous main body in the God Realm!
At this moment, Lower Realm Tang San's consciousness twisted further, and his Soul began to transform and sublimate in a strange way, advancing toward a higher level.
(End of Chapter)
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