Senior sister, come quickly into the basin.

"Li Tianran, are you trying to catch my pee in that broken basin?"

Su Yingxue stood outside the threshold.

Dressed in white, without a speck of dust on him.

"To be my chamber pot?"

Her eyes were teasing, like she was playing with a dog.

Li Tianran squatted down without saying a word, staring at her white cloth shoes embroidered with clouds.

Those shoes stepped over his fingers.

He was a blood slave of the Blood Spirit Sect.

The lives of blood slaves are worth less than those of insects in the spirit field.

three days ago.

He cut his wrists and used his blood to water the sacred field. He lost too much blood and fainted on the edge of the field.

Su Yingxue thought he was blocking her way.

I stepped on his hand and crushed it.

Blood Spirit Sect, a lowly, heretical sect in the Eastern Region.

The entire sect relies on Blood Spirit Grass for cultivation.

Blood Spirit Grass needs to be watered with the blood of living people; the purer the blood, the better the grass.

There are three spirit fields in the sect.

Beneath each one lies the skeleton of countless blood slaves.

His master's surname was Han; she was a female evil cultivator who managed a spiritual field.

She had seven apprentice medicine boys under her command, and Li Tianran was the last one.

Four of them became fertilizer.

Two others became auxiliary materials for making medicine.

He's not dead yet; he just contributed a lot of blood.

He was left to irrigate the sacred fields.

Li Tianran witnessed the blood slaves being buried with his own eyes.

Master Han planted a Blood Spirit Grass seed inside the female Blood Slave's head.

The sixteen-year-old girl was pushed into the pit.

She kowtowed desperately, the sound of her kowtowing loudly.

"Master, I will never dare to do it again. I will water the spiritual field with my blood, I will water it every day..."

She begged for mercy, she cried, she trembled, like an animal.

Master Han didn't speak, but waved his hand.

Senior Sister Su waved.

The mud hit the girl's body and head.

The girl resisted.

Master Han used his fireball technique to ignite her skin.

The female blood slave let out a pig-like scream; only she knew whether it hurt or not.

Later, her voice became muffled, as if it were muffled by a thick blanket.

Then, there was no sound at all.

The mud had just covered her charred head.

Master Han then instructed him to cut his wrists and let the blood flow to nourish the wound.

just now.

That plant grew exceptionally well, with thick stems and fleshy leaves.

Every time Li Tianran went to Lingtian, he would walk past that plant.

He dared not look.

He knew that the roots of that magical herb were still embedded in the girl's skull.

Master Han has three disciples.

Every month, they are sent to find a batch of blood slaves to bring up the mountain.

She would occasionally check the spirit field.

Poorly growing Blood Spirit Grass indicates that the Blood Slave's blood is not pure enough.

The blood slaves would be pushed into the pit, their corpses used to nourish the next batch of spiritual herbs.

If that doesn't work, she will have her disciple irrigate it with spiritual blood.

Li Tianran knew that staying here would mean certain death sooner or later.

But he couldn't escape at all.

His cultivation level of the second level of Qi Refining was forcibly increased by Master Han using evil magic.

After the body was forcibly modified.

A black, hard horn grew out from the center of his forehead.

His body was exhausted due to prolonged bloodletting.

He was only twenty years old, but his hair was completely white and his skin was bluish-black.

His wrists were covered with old and new knife scars.

From afar and up close, it is an absolute monster.

His work.

Every other day, they would cut their wrists to let the blood flow and pour it into the sacred field.

Master Han was aiming to maximize his profits.

At the end of each month, he would receive a low-grade Blood Spirit Grass to prolong his life.

But he couldn't eat that herb himself.

"Li Tianran".

"Give me the Blood Spirit Grass."

"It's a waste to use you, a fake cultivator."

Su Yingxue took half a step forward, her shoe tip almost touching his knee.

Li Tianran's fingers trembled slightly.

That inferior Blood Spirit Grass was used to prolong his life.

Stealing his spiritual herb is tantamount to taking his life.

If he doesn't give it to her, Su Yingxue has plenty of ways to make him suffer terribly.

"Look over there."

Su Yingxue pointed one finger at the spirit field outside the window.

far away.

On a patch of dark red soil, rows of Blood Spirit Grass grow.

"Master has given the order to find another batch of blood slaves to bring up the mountain."

"Would you like to be used as fertilizer?"

Upon hearing this, Li Tianran looked down at the copper basin in his hand.

He gritted his teeth and asked nervously.

"Senior sister, if I call your name, will you dare to answer?"

Su Yingxue was baffled by the question.

She looked at Li Tianran with disdain and sneered.

"Ugly freak, are you crazy or stupid?"

Li Tianran took a deep breath.

He asked why he asked that question.

Because of.

Three days ago, he cut his wrists and bled into the broken copper basin he usually used to wash his face.

Prepare to water the Blood Spirit Grass.

As a result, blood dripped into the basin, causing the basin to shake.

A message flooded his mind.

[Imprisonment Basin: Call upon their true name; if they respond, they will be imprisoned within the basin.]

Water is generated in the basin every twelve two-hour periods.

It didn't explain the purpose of the basin, nor did it explain the use of the water.

But he knew.

A cultivator's magical artifacts are ever-changing, possessing the power to split mountains and fill seas.

Now, there is no way to retreat.

Rather than waiting to die, it's better to take a gamble.

Su Yingxue remained aloof and superior:

"How about you call my name?"

"What good will it do you to scream your lungs out?"

She had barely finished speaking.

Suddenly, Li Tianran's eyes, hidden beneath his white hair, became bright and alert.

Su Yingxue frowned.

At the same time, Li Tianran shouted loudly, "Xiao Fang!"

Su Yingxue was completely stunned.

Xiao Fang was her childhood nickname, known only to her deceased parents.

Having spent years as a heretical cultivator, she had killed countless people, and her heart was no longer disturbed.

This is the first time someone has called me so privately and intimately.

She was deeply moved and subconsciously hummed in agreement.

I realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

The broken copper basin in Li Tianran's hand suddenly flashed with white light.

She turned into a wisp of smoke and was sucked into the basin.

Upon seeing this, Li Tianran's breath hitched.

This copper basin is indeed not broken.

He swallowed hard and looked down at the broken basin in his hand.

All I could see was that cold, ruthless, and aloof senior sister.

It turned into a tiny person the size of a fingernail.

She stood at the bottom of the basin, looking at her hands and feet with a sense of bewilderment.

After a while.

Su Yingxue seemed to sense something.

She looked up abruptly, her face filled with shock.

She stared intently at the familiar yet unfamiliar huge black face outside the basin.

It has strange horns on its forehead, white hair, dark skin, and red eyes.

That dark face was now filled with barely concealed excitement.

Such a bizarre and terrifying scene.

Su Yingxue felt a wave of suffocation and panicked.

"Li Tianran? What, what did you do to me?"

Her voice was muffled, as if it were through a thick layer of glass.

He tried to circulate his spiritual energy, but his dantian was empty.

Trying to leap out of the basin, it felt as if the soles of my feet were stuck.

"You dare imprison me?"

"When I get out, I'll drain your blood and bury you in the spirit field!"

Li Tianran took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

After realizing what was happening, he sneered and remained silent.

This woman kept humiliating and threatening him.

Now? It's his turn!

Without saying a word, he walked to the water vat and placed the basin on the ground.

He then squatted down and looked at the woman, no bigger than a fingernail, in the basin.

I took off my shoes and put my feet directly into the basin.

"What are you doing?!"

Inside the basin, Su Yingxue screamed.

In her field of vision.

A giant black foot descended from the sky, taking up the entire sky.

Along with it came a pungent smell that permeated the entire basin.

She tried to hide, but the basin was only so big, there was nowhere to escape.

Su Yingxue, at the sixth level of Qi Refining, unleashed her spiritual power in an attempt to dodge.

But Li Tianran stuck his other foot in.

Those feet that blot out the sky.

The mud and dust from her feet fell all over her body, face, and hair.

"Ugh, vomit..."

Upon seeing the aloof Su Yingxue, he rolled his eyes and began to vomit incessantly.

Li Tianran felt a strange sense of exhilaration.

He casually scooped two spoonfuls of water from the water tank next to him and poured them into the basin.

He wanted to let the stinking foot-washing water completely drown this wicked woman.

Su Yingxue trembled all over, her face turning ashen.

"You dare soak me in your foot bath water?!"