Vol 2 Ch 39: A Plaything
Zhang Xuan frowned. "A plaything?"
"That's right! I was just an ordinary girl from a humble family. When I was eight, my mother took out shopping, and Ling Buyang spotted . He offered 500 source coins to buy ."
"My mother refused, swearing she wouldn't give up. His lackeys killed her on the spot. Worse, to sever my ties completely, they forced our family's location out of her and wiped out my entire household!"
"From that day on, I understood that my only path to survival was obedience. So I beca the most docile and obedient servant they could ask for."
"When I turned fourteen, I had matured and stood out among the other girls. Ling Buyang summoned to his room. I thought I was finally going to beco his woman. But instead, he tied up—candles, whips, humiliating in every way possible—yet he never consummated the relationship."
"It continued like this, ti and ti again. From my initial despair and rage, I grew numb. I realized that in his eyes, I was nothing but a worthless plaything!"
"So I trained hard, enduring the humiliation, helping him recruit more girls to satisfy his twisted desires. Finally, last year, he formally married as his concubine. But even then, I was never treated with dignity. His perverse tornt never stopped..."
Her laughter grew hollow. "Go ahead, kill ... It doesn't matter whose toy I am. There's no reason for to keep living!"
Zhang Xuan sighed, his expression solemn. He raised his hand and tapped her lightly. A surge of power entered her mind, bringing all her mories into his view.
After reviewing everything, Zhang Xuan gently brushed his hand across her forehead. Her eyes widened in disbelief, a line of blood trickling from her lips as her body fell lifeless to the ground.
A tragic past did not excuse her becoming a perpetrator of such evil. She had aided Ling Buyang in his cris, allowing darkness to flourish under her watch.
With a flick of his hand, Zhang Xuan collected the source tokens from her belongings—around one hundred thousand in total. He searched the room, locating four used destiny disks, and stored them in his personal realm.
Though these disks were nearly depleted, yielding less than ten thousand destiny force strands combined, any contribution was better than none.
Returning to her mories, Zhang Xuan's expression darkened further.
The atrocities committed under the Not Necessary Hall's na were beyond heinous. Recruiting beautiful won for Ling Buyang's debauchery, murdering countless cultivators—human lives were no more than weeds to them. In these years alone, the Hall had claid thousands of lives.
Despite their cris, they had evaded justice, protected by Ling Buyang's status as Hall Master.
"Destinies, like faiths, grow through expansion. The more practitioners, the broader and stronger a destiny becos, enabling its founder to achieve even greater power," Zhang Xuan muttered as he pieced together the Hall's true purpose.
He strode out of the room, only to find a group of Hall mbers gathered in the courtyard.
"Len Huo, what happened? We heard Madam Yu calling out earlier..."
The guards were confused until they caught a glimpse of the scene within. Their faces turned pale.
"Sothing’s wrong! Madam Yu... she's dead! It's him! Intruder!"
The courtyard erupted into chaos. Swords and blades of the Hall's renowned Soul Severance technique crisscrossed, forming an inescapable net.
Zhang Xuan stepped forward, his face calm, his soul force radiating outward to shield against the strikes. With a wave of his hand, the formidable Dragon Claw technique summoned spiritual dragons that swept through the courtyard.
In a matter of monts, the courtyard was silent again, littered with lifeless bodies.
Satisfied, Zhang Xuan searched the fallen mbers, retrieving another set of source tokens worth several hundred thousand. He then pushed open the doors of another room.
Inside, a group of young girls sat huddled, their ankles bound in chains. They flinched at his arrival, eyes wide with fear.
"You... Who are you?" A girl stepped back, her voice trembling. "n aren't allowed here. If Madam Yu finds out, you'll be killed. Please leave!"
"Yes, leave quickly!" another pleaded. "Last ti, soone sneaked in, and they were killed on the spot."
"Madam Yu is dead," Zhang Xuan said quietly.
The girls froze, disbelief in their eyes. "Dead? She was so powerful... How could she die?"
"Did you... kill her?"
"Yes," Zhang Xuan replied.
With a flick of his finger, sword energy danced across the room, slicing through the chains binding their ankles.
"You’re free now. Go ho," he said.
The girls hesitated, but when they stepped outside and saw the bodies of their captors, their eyes filled with tears. Their freedom had co so suddenly.
"Let's go!"
They fled, seizing the chance to escape.
Zhang Xuan watched them leave, then turned and searched the Hall's storerooms. He found piles of dicinal herbs, treasures, and cultivation manuals, which he promptly stored in his realm.
Once finished, he leapt onto the roof and disappeared into the night.
Minutes after his departure, a squad of black-clad cultivators arrived at the Hall's gates.
"No guards?" their leader muttered, frowning.
The group quietly entered, but what they found inside left them stunned: corpses strewn everywhere, not a single soul left alive.
"How... What happened here?"
"Everyone’s dead?"
"Did the Hall Master send another team?"
The leader examined the bodies closely. "These n were slain in a single strike. Whoever did this is at least a Divine Soul cultivator. Return and report imdiately!"
Without hesitation, the black-clad squad retreated, carrying the grim news back to their superiors.
anwhile, Zhang Xuan made his way back to Destiny Hall. Ard with Madam Yu’s mories, he felt confident in maintaining his disguise as Ling Buyang.
Entering the hall, he was imdiately greeted by the apprentice Xie Feng, who appeared visibly relieved.
"Senior Elder, you're finally here! The Hall Master has been looking for you."
"The Hall Master?" Zhang Xuan raised an eyebrow.
"Yes!" Xie Feng nodded.
Zhang Xuan handed him a source token and asked, "Do you know why?"
Pocketing the token, Xie Feng replied cautiously, "Feng Zhaoting was here earlier. I’m not sure of the specifics, but it seems urgent."
"Feng Zhaoting?" Zhang Xuan mused.
It seed word of his brother’s death had reached him quickly.
"Lead the way," Zhang Xuan said.
Xie Feng nodded and hesitated before adding, "It’s rare to see the Hall Master this anxious. Five teams have been sent out already. Could it be... they've decided on the Deputy Hall Master?"
Zhang Xuan chuckled. "Not quite. It probably has sothing to do with killing Feng Yizhou."
Xie Feng froze. "You... killed Feng Yizhou? The Hall Master's brother? The Fuyuan Trading Company owner?"
His face turned ashen, disbelief written across his features.
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