Chapter 76: Chapter 74: Ransom Per Head, or Off to the Mines
"Still talking back? I dare you to say another word."
The Demon Cultivators holding them back slapped them a few tis across the face. Each one felt like they were about to et their maker.
In just a few monts,
these people were black and blue.
Two of them had bones broken outright.
"Stop hitting us."
"Please, stop."
If this kept up, they were going to be beaten to death. ’How could we have ever thought these Demon Cultivators were easy targets just because there were few of them? If we had known, we never would have provoked them.’ For the first ti, they truly felt their lives slipping away.
"Stop... AHHH..."
"It hurts so much..."
Hearing them beg for rcy, Celeste Grant gave a faint smile and said, "Begging already? Where did all that arrogance from before go? I much preferred your untamable spirit from earlier."
Celeste Grant gave a small wave of her hand. "That’s enough for now. With their faces covered in blood, they look truly pathetic."
As she spoke, her gaze swept over the Cultivators being pinned to the ground and beaten. She let out a soft chuckle. "Brothers, don’t beat them to death. Our Bloodfiend Den is a respectable Demonic Sect. Compared to resorting to killing at the drop of a hat, I prefer to persuade people with virtue."
The Bloodfiend Den disciples: "..."
’Persuade people with virtue? Why do I feel a chill down my spine? Our Madam doesn’t seem like the type to persuade with virtue. After all, could any ordinary person share a bed with The Exalted One? Most female cultivators are too terrified to even look at The Exalted One, let alone be with him.’
At this mont, the Immortal Sect Disciples, beaten black and blue, were on the verge of tears.
Hearing Celeste Grant’s words, they felt an overwhelming sense of grievance. It was enough to shatter their Dao hearts.
’Is she even human? She doesn’t like killing, yet she had us beaten to this state.’
’We have our dignity, too!’
Marcus rcer stepped forward.
"Madam, how should we deal with these people?"
Celeste Grant cleared her throat and pointed at the captives.
"By now, they must have a profound understanding of how sinister the world can be. In The Cultivation World, you have to understand a simple truth: if you’re going to rob people, you must be prepared to be robbed yourself. And if you’re going to kill people, you must be prepared to be killed. Therefore..."
At this point, she glanced them over, then said nonchalantly, "Let’s not kill them. Just strip them of everything valuable. Oh, and their clothes look like they’re worth a lot of Spirit Stones. Strip them, too. Just leave them their underpants. The won... as for the won, let them keep their clothes. Just take everything else. We’re respectable people; we don’t do that sort of thing."
Without a second word, the Demon Cultivators got to work.
"Let go!"
"What are you doing? Give
back my clothes!"
"A warrior can be killed but not humiliated! What are you Demon Cultivators trying to do? We are Immortal Sect Disciples! I’m a disciple of The Crimson Sun Sect!"
"I... I’m from the Azure Sky Sect! You... Don’t...!"
"What are you yelling for? Stop being such a sissy."
Soon, the male cultivators were stripped down to their underpants. Only the few female cultivators still had their clothes on. They were all cowering like quails, not daring to make a sound, terrified they would provoke the Demon Cultivators and suffer the sa fate.
At that mont, they had only one thought: ’These Demon Cultivators are utterly shaless.’
The male cultivators now covered themselves with their hands, looking like plucked chickens, overco with sha.
A gentle breeze blew past. ’Wow, it feels so... breezy!’
’So humiliating! Absolutely humiliating!’ It felt like their Dao hearts were shattering. One of them, unable to bear the sha, coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted.
The Bloodfiend Den disciples felt they had truly learned sothing today.
’Turns out, just killing soone is nothing.’
’You have to not just kill the body, but crush the spirit.’
’Destabilize their Dao heart so their Cultivation never improves, leaving them broken forever.’
’In the end, it’s because these guys have never faced real adversity; they’re all so fragile in body and mind. If it were us, we’d just be getting stripped. We could even show off our physiques a bit. It’s no big deal. As long as you’re not embarrassed, the other person will be.’
"Oh, you’re going to faint, are you?"
One of the Demon Cultivators cast a Water Elent Technique, and the fainted male cultivator was drenched, waking up with a bone-chilling splash.
Celeste Grant pointed at the captives and looked at the Bloodfiend Den disciples.
"You all need to learn from this. Killing soone is actually worthless. The best way to handle this is to capture them, call their respective Sects, and demand a ransom. One thousand Spirit Stones for each Core Disciple, and three hundred for a regular disciple."
Celeste Grant smiled faintly. "We’re not asking for much. It’s a small business; we need to rely on low profits and high volu. If their Sects refuse to pay, then make them work in the mines to pay off their debt. Once they’ve earned enough for their ransom, let them go. If they’re foolish enough to fall into our hands again next ti, then congratulations, it’s round two. We demand another ransom, and if they don’t pay, it’s back to the mines."
’Why resort to all this fighting and killing? Isn’t it better to just happily make so money?’ She could already picture the scene.
’HAHAHAHA.’
’I’m a genius.’
Hearing this, the Demon Cultivators on the scene had a sudden epiphany.
’Why didn’t we think of this before? Killing them is such a waste and serves no purpose. Ransoming them for Spirit Stones seems way more profitable than just offing them. This could even be a long-term business. From a long-term perspective, this is just too good!’
Everyone gave Celeste Grant a big thumbs-up.
"Madam, you’re a true genius."
Celeste Grant raised her hand, gesturing modestly.
"Just a normal day at the office. I’m never one to be arrogant."
Suddenly, the captives looked much more appealing to the Demon Cultivators. It was as if they could see strings of Spirit Stones floating above each of their heads. So even started asking about their identities to see who was worth more.
Marcus rcer even took out a small notebook and began to take notes.
He felt that this was the most he had ever learned in his career as a Demon Cultivator.
Celeste Grant saw him writing.
She raised a slight eyebrow.
"What are you doing?"
"Madam, this subordinate is studying, so that I may better serve you in the future."
Celeste Grant smiled.
’Excellent. His ideological awareness is very high.’
"Take these people. We’re leaving."
"Yes, Madam."
In an instant, they flew towards the exit. A mont later, they were already out of the Secret Realm...
Demanding ransom was a small matter for the disciples below to handle. She didn’t need to involve herself. So, after leaving the Secret Realm, Celeste Grant prepared to head back.
She missed her son.
She also planned to make a trip back to her family’s ho and bring her parents away with her. She was now powerful enough to protect them.
Just before leaving, Celeste Grant t with the female disciple from the Azure Sky Sect.
The one who wasn’t too bright. Her na was Crescent, and she was the daughter of an Azure Sky Sect elder.
When Crescent saw her now, her previous snobbishness was completely gone. Instead, she was timid and withdrawn. It seed a hard lesson had taught her that the outside world wasn’t so easy to get by in.
At ho, your parents might spoil you, and your fellow disciples might indulge you, but it’s different out in the world. No one is going to coddle you.
"You’re a disciple of the Azure Sky Sect."
Hearing her question, Crescent jumped in fright and blurted out, "I don’t want to go work in the mines! My father has already sent my senior brother to co get ." She had already seen a few disciples from other Sects get thrown into the mines because no one ca to ransom them.
She didn’t want to go to the mines.
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