Senior sister, come quickly into the basin.

Shen Qing's head was pressed against the courtyard wall, the rough adobe bricks causing her neck to ache.

She wanted to move.

But when that ugly blood slave tied her behind her back, the ropes dug into her flesh, causing her excruciating pain.

Their feet were also tied.

Their ankles were together, the rope was wrapped around them three times, and tied in a knot.

She couldn't exert any strength and couldn't even stand up.

Shen Qing watched as the young blood slave walked out of the room.

He was holding two girls by the hand, clutching the ends of the rope in his hand.

The two girls had vacant eyes, like two wooden puppets, and followed behind him with synchronized steps.

That's the effect of the Blood Slave Talisman.

The sun was just rising, and the not-too-bright sunlight illuminated the young blood slaves clearly.

White hair, black horns, bluish-black skin, and reddish-brown eyes.

An absolute ugly duckling.

A piece of his left rib had collapsed.

When I left the room, my left shoulder was lower than my right, and I walked very slowly.

Shen Qing found it somewhat absurd.

She, a disciple of a prestigious sect, was captured by a weak blood slave.

If my fellow disciples found out, wouldn't I become a laughing stock?

We need to find a way to get out of this predicament!

Shen Qing tried to circulate his spiritual energy, but his dantian was empty, like a dried-up well.

In the battle against Tu San just now, she exhausted all her spiritual power.

When the last few swords pierced Tu San's lower back, the spiritual energy on the sword tips was as thin as paper.

Now, not a single drop can be squeezed out of my dantian.

She looked down at her body again.

The knife wound on his right shoulder was still bleeding, and his left wrist was fractured.

She felt the back of Tu San's knife hit her when it came down, with a crack, and now her skin is swollen like a steamed bun.

His legs weren't injured, but they were tightly bound by that ugly monster, so he couldn't move.

That's it.

When Senior Brother Song returns, he can cleave this ugly monster in two with his sword and then escape.

Shen Qing was thinking to herself, but her gaze remained fixed on that figure.

The ugly monster walked to the middle of the yard and stopped.

He roughly tied the two girls' hair to the millstone, treating them like livestock.

He then turned around and met her gaze.

"Ugly monster."

Shen Qing spoke, her voice hoarse: "Do you know what you're doing?"

Li Tianran remained silent and expressionless.

"You can't kill me."

Shen Qing continued, "If someone from the Heavenly Sword Sect goes missing, the sect will send people to look for them."

Moreover, I have a senior brother who is at the ninth level of Qi Refining nearby.

If you don't let me go now, you'll be dead when he comes back.

She paused for a moment.

"Young man, you're not even a true second-level Qi Refining cultivator."

Your cultivation level was instilled by evil magic; your dantian is damaged, and your meridians are disordered.

Horns on your head, bluish-black skin, red eyes—ha! You're nothing but a failed attempt at modification.

Li Tianran looked at Shen Qing, his heart completely unmoved.

He knows what he looks like.

Such verbal provocation has absolutely no effect.

Shen Qing frowned. Was this blood slave numb?

Li Tianran just stared at her, as if she were an object.

Sixth level of Qi Refining?

Throwing it into the Immortal Imprisonment Basin should yield a considerable amount of immortal water.

Find a way to bring her up the mountain and squeeze her dry.

Shen Qing didn't know why.

She was more than ten times stronger than the blood slave in front of her, but he was staring at her so intently that it made her feel uneasy.

"Let me go."

Shen Qing lowered her voice: "I'll take you away."

The Heavenly Sword Sect has miraculous medicines and physicians who can heal you. They can even cure your skin and your horn.

You no longer need to be a blood slave, no longer need to have your blood drained; you can become a normal person.

Li Tianran remained expressionless and walked straight towards her.

With his left shoulder hunched and his ribs sagging, he walked forward step by step.

"Did you hear me? I can help you." Shen Qing's voice was panicked.

Li Tianran squatted down in front of her.

The two people were very close.

She could smell his scent.

Blood, sweat, and mud mixed together—that's the smell of the lowest-class slaves.

"you,"

Li Tianran pulled the storage bag from her waist.

Shen Qing's words stuck in her throat.

He didn't look at her.

With his head down, he opened the storage bag and quickly took the items out.

One bottle of fasting pills?

Li Tianran uncorked the bag and smelled it; it was the familiar scent of rice.

He gets to eat this occasionally; it's like a supercharged version of compressed biscuits.

After taking it, you must drink water three times a day to dissolve it. It has a very strong feeling of fullness and can keep you from eating for seven days.

Useful, keep it.

then.

He also found more than twenty low-grade spirit stones, which were of very poor quality, but to him they were all treasures.

There are also two bottles of external wound medicine; I'll put them aside for now.

He then pulled out a female Taoist robe, but it was useless to him.

There are also two earthen hoods, one white and one pink, with lace trim.

Her personal clothes were all neatly folded and had a faint fragrance.

A spare short sword, likely made of top-grade ordinary iron, is extremely sharp; this will also be useful.

Is there another letter?

Li Tianran became interested and immediately began to explore.

Shen Qing saw the handwriting visible through the back of the letter:

"Senior Sister Qing'er, please be careful in everything you do when you're out and about."

I'll wait for you at the sect. Once you return, we'll practice swordsmanship together in the back mountain.

After reading the letter, Li Tianran tossed it aside.

He stuffed all the useful items back into the bag and then tucked them into his coat pocket.

Shen Qing stared at him, her chest heaving with anger.

The ugly creature in front of me had absolutely no sense of boundaries.

They not only rummaged through her personal belongings but also read her letters, eventually throwing them away as trash.

As expected of a blood slave, just like the evil cultivators, he commits all sorts of evil deeds.

"Ugly freak, put down my things!" Shen Qing gritted his teeth.

Li Tianran stood up, pretending not to hear.

"Did you hear that? That's mine."

Snapped.

The only response she received was a resounding slap.

Shen Qing's face was turned to one side by the slap, and her ears were ringing.

Fresh blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, with a sweet, metallic taste.

Filled with rage, she slowly turned her head and glared at the ugly monster in front of her.

Li Tianran squatted down and said in a nonchalant tone, "Does glaring at me make your eyes look bigger?"

"I, you..." Shen Qing opened her mouth.

Snapped.

Another slap.

It was even harder than the last one.

Shen Qing's mind went blank for a moment, and the buzzing in her ears turned into a sharp tinnitus.

She lowered her head and was panting.

How dare he?

Does he lack awareness of his own identity and situation?

Why does this damn blood slave act so high and mighty?

Blood dripped from Shen Qing's mouth onto her knee, pattering softly.

She felt confused and frustrated, but dared not say anything.

Seeing that although her chest heaved with anger, she didn't continue arguing,

Li Tianran then stood up.

Shen Qing lowered her head.

She looked at his feet, a pair of tattered cloth shoes, the toes of which were torn open, revealing his toes, which were covered in mud.

She suddenly wanted to laugh.

She was an outer disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, at the sixth level of Qi Refining, when she was slapped twice by a pseudo-cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining.

His hands and feet were tied, and he couldn't even stand up, leaving him at the mercy of others.

And she was just telling him that she could help him become a normal person.

Can she do it?

She couldn't even save herself.

At this moment, Li Tianran walked to Tu San's body.

Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

They noticed that the blood slave suddenly stopped and turned around.

His eyes scanned her body from head to toe.

"Your chest is so bulging, you must be hiding something."

"Will you hand it over voluntarily, or should I conduct a search?"