Senior sister, come quickly into the basin.

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

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

Shen Qing's mind went blank for a moment. Was this something a human would say?!

She looked down at her chest.

Tu San tore a piece off the Taoist robe, revealing the white lining underneath.

The lining is thin and fits snugly, making the outline quite distinct.

But her chest was bulging, not because she was hiding anything.

It's because she's well-developed and attracts more attention than ordinary girls.

This blood slave is clearly just looking for an excuse to do beastly things.

Shen Qing's face flushed crimson, her voice trembling: "You dare!"

"I am a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Shen Qing's voice rose.

"I have cultivated for sixteen years, and no one has ever dared to..."

Li Tianran took a step forward.

Shen Qing's words got stuck in her throat again.

She tried to back away, but the back of her head was already against the wall, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Her hands and feet were bound, her spiritual energy was completely depleted, and her dantian was dry.

She was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

At this moment, he couldn't even hide from a pseudo-cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining.

Li Tianran squatted down.

His hand reached out, not to pounce or grab, but simply to extend.

Like picking up something that's on a shelf.

First, search the waist area.

Press your fingers down from the side of your waist, pinching inch by inch.

On the belt, below the belt, outside, inside.

Shen Qing gritted her teeth, her whole body tense.

His hands were burning hot; you could feel the abnormal heat even through his Taoist robe.

He had broken ribs, lost too much blood, and had a fever, but his fingers were steady.

"Nothing at your waist?" Li Tianran frowned.

Look at the sleeves.

He reached into his sleeve, up his forearm, to his elbow, and then to his upper arm.

There was a hidden pocket sewn into the sleeve. He felt it, put his finger inside, and poked around for a bit. The pocket was empty.

This action.

This made Shen Qing's whole body stiffen.

Shen Qing had put all the fasting pills in his storage bag; the hidden pocket was empty.

Then come the calves.

He squatted down, head down, starting from her calves, ankles, calves, knees, and thighs.

His hand rested on her leg, through her Taoist robe, moving upwards.

It wasn't touching, it was a real search.

Spread your fingers, press down, move them, like combing your hair with a fine-toothed comb, leaving no inch untouched.

Shen Qing closed her eyes.

She felt that burning hot hand search her leg all the way up to her thigh.

She was trembling all over.

It's not that I'm cold, it's that I'm enduring it.

Endure humiliation.

"Really not?" Li Tianran asked.

He looked up, his gaze falling on her chest again.

Shen Qing's tears finally fell.

No, really no.

Her voice trembled with tears: "I didn't hide anything, I just... I just..."

She didn't finish speaking.

Because Li Tianran's hand had already reached out.

He pressed his fingers down below her collarbone.

It's not kneading, it's not pinching, it's pressing.

Like checking if there are any hidden layers in a wall.

Press once, change the location, and press again.

I massaged my entire body carefully, from my collarbone to my chest, from left to right.

soft.

This was Li Tianran's only feeling.

It's not the kind of softness that makes people impulsively act.

It's through two layers of clothing, you press your finger down, it sinks in, and then you touch the bottom, your ribs, your heartbeat.

Her heart was pounding, so fast you could feel it through her clothes.

He didn't stop.

After pressing the front, move your hands around to her back and press down from her shoulder blades.

Spine, ribs, lower back.

Her back was thin and her muscles were firm, a result of sword training.

The spinal groove was very deep, and when I pressed my finger down on it, her body trembled.

still none.

Li Tianran withdrew his hand with some disappointment.

Shen Qing leaned against the wall, tears dripping from her chin and falling onto her chest where he had pressed.

Her Taoist robe was disheveled, the collar was askew, revealing half of her collarbone.

He pressed the lining into wrinkles, and it clung to his skin, undulating.

Her eyes were closed, her lips were trembling, the two slap marks on her face hadn't faded yet, and now there were tears on her face.

"You really are naturally chubby," Li Tianran said, standing up.

There was a hint of regret in his tone.

Shen Qing opened her eyes and glared at him hatefully.

His expression remained the same.

There was no excitement, no guilt, no embarrassment.

Li Tianran walked back to Tu San's corpse.

They recounted and neatly arranged all the items they had taken from Tu San.

Shen Qing watched his back as he squatted on the ground sorting through his spoils.

It's as if when he searched her body just now, he really was just looking for things.

It means nothing in particular.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The courtyard gate was kicked open.

A figure rushed in.

The newcomer was dressed in a tight-fitting black robe, with broad shoulders and long legs. His black clothes were cinched at the waist, and a short knife hung on his hip.

Her tall figure and long, muscular legs are equally eye-catching.

Zhao Ling was breathing rapidly, her chest heaving. A section of her left sleeve had been torn off, revealing a sword wound on her upper arm.

The cut went from shoulder to elbow, the skin and flesh were torn open, and blood flowed down the forearm, dripping from the fingertips to the ground.

She glanced around the yard.

Tu San's body lay on the ground.

Shen Qing was tied to the corner of the wall, his Taoist robe was disheveled, the collar was crooked, and his chest was full of wrinkles.

Two handprints on his face, tears still wet, blood at the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, it seemed like they had experienced something indescribable.

Li Tianran was squatting in the middle of the yard.

His arms were bulging with storage bags, and he was stuffing the last few spirit stones into them.

Li Tianran also discovered the injured Zhao Ling.

Although she was injured, she had plenty of spiritual energy and remained in good condition.

There was no chance of escape.

He stood up, head bowed: "Senior Sister Zhao."

Zhao Ling only said four words: "Let's go, there's no time."

Simultaneously.

She strode towards Shen Qing, drew a short knife, and gripped the hilt in reverse.

Shen Qing watched as the knife walked towards him, his mind going completely blank.

Zhao Ling wants to kill her!

At that moment, her hair stood on end!

This female evil cultivator is more ruthless and decisive than the blood slave from before.

Today, they have suffered endless humiliation.

He still couldn't escape death.

Shen Qing sighed inwardly and closed her eyes.

She surrendered.

Ok?

Three breaths later.

The imagined pain and death did not come.

Shen Qing raised her head and opened her eyes blankly.

Then, the ugly blood slave actually stood in front of Zhao Ling.

He was slightly hunched over, his head bowed.

"Senior Sister Zhao."

Zhao Ling looked down at him, her expression a mixture of confusion and dissatisfaction.

She was more than half a head taller than him, and when she looked down, her gaze pressed down from the bridge of his nose.

"This female cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Li Tianran's voice was low and respectful.

"She's worth more than a blood slave. Bring her back to the mountain; one of hers is worth ten blood slaves."

Zhao Ling looked at him.

"Her spiritual energy was completely depleted, her dantian was dry, and she was also seriously injured."

Li Tianran continued.

"Now we can't even beat the first level of Qi Refining."

But she has a solid foundation in cultivation, at the sixth level of Qi Refining. As long as she is controlled, she can be treated as a blood slave.

"I've calculated it; by bleeding him out daily, Master Han's spiritual field can produce 30% more."

Zhao Ling gave Li Tianran a deep look.

She pressed the knife against his heart.

"Bringing you up the mountain is a potential problem. If it doesn't increase production by 30%, then we'll bury you as fertilizer."

After saying that.

Zhao Ling then said, "Take her up the mountain."

Shen Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Simultaneously.

Zhao Ling had already walked to the edge of the millstone and untied the hair of the other two women.

Holding one end of a rope in each hand, they walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

He took long strides, his boots clattering on the muddy ground.

"Carry her on your back. Keep up."

Li Tianran bent down and grabbed Shen Qing's arm.

Shen Qing wanted to struggle, not to escape; it was an instinctive reaction.

His fingers were gripping her arm tightly.

With his other hand supporting her waist, he lifted her up, carrying her on his back.

Shen Qing's head was down, her hair hanging down and brushing against his back.

His shoulder pressed against her lower abdomen, his shoulder blade as hard as the back of a knife, causing a sharp pain.

With each step he took, his shoulder bumped against her lower abdomen.

She was carried on his shoulder, her face pressed against his back, and she could feel the muscles on his back through his tattered clothes.

It's very hard.

It's not the kind of hardness that comes from spiritual energy tempering by cultivators; it's the hardness that comes from hard work.

His hand was on the back of her thigh.

It wasn't intentional; it was just the natural position of my hand when I was carrying her.

He still smelled the same.

Blood, sweat, and soil.

Her chest pressed against his back, the spot where he had just pressed against now against his hard shoulder blades.

His body temperature was transmitted through two layers of clothing.

Her hair hung down, brushing against his waist and his thighs.

Shen Qing gritted her teeth.

Her current position is with her head down, her waist bent, her legs draped over his chest, and her buttocks sticking out behind his shoulder.

When he started walking.

Her body swayed, her chest rubbing against his back.