The old donkey was hungry.

"You already knew your brother had attacked me time and time again, you had already investigated the facts, so why didn't you tell me? What kind of behavior is this?"

Zhou Qiong was terrified and choked out, "I...I want to persuade my brother to come and apologize to you in person..."

"Convince your brother? Admit your mistake and apologize? How can you be so funny? Your naivety is beyond words!"

"Is this something that can be settled with an apology and a simple admission of fault? This is a life-or-death struggle!"

Zhao Dazhu snorted coldly and continued, "No matter what you were thinking, you didn't tell me the truth you found out right away, that's covering up! You're protecting Zhou Ming! Since that's the case, then you'd better die! Don't feel wronged, this is your own choice!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhao Dazhu reached out his rough, large hand and grabbed at Zhou Qiong's face.

Zhou Qiong was terrified and tried to dodge, but she couldn't move at all.

The intense fear made all her muscles tense, and her body was no longer under her control!

As Zhao Dazhu's outstretched hand drew closer and closer to her, Zhou Qiong seemed to smell the approaching breath of death!

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I know I was wrong, I'll never do it again... Please, Mr. Zhao, I don't want to die. I've only just turned eighteen, my life has just begun... I don't want to die like this..."

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything you ask. I... I can serve you, I'm willing to be your woman..."

Zhao Dazhu's hand immediately stopped.

To be honest, Zhao Dazhu was already very hesitant and conflicted.

After all, Zhou Qiong in front of her was really beautiful, excessively beautiful.

Moreover, she has such a noble status; she is the adopted daughter of Zhou Sihai, the richest man in Peach Blossom County, a true heiress!

Killing her like this would be such a waste, so Zhao Dazhu's resolve to kill Zhou Qiong was never very strong to begin with.

Now that Zhou Qiong had actually said such things, Zhao Dazhu could no longer tolerate it and immediately felt reluctant to kill her.

"Are you sure?" Zhao Dazhu asked.

"I'm sure, I'm sure. As long as you don't kill me, Mr. Zhao, I'll do anything you ask..." Zhou Qiong said tearfully, even changing from sitting to kneeling, kneeling in front of Zhao Dazhu with tears streaming down her face.

"This is no joke," Zhao Dazhu added.

"I'm serious, I'm sincere..." Zhou Qiong said tearfully, wiping away tears with her slender hands.

Zhao Dazhu then withdrew his right hand and said with a serious expression, "If you are willing to be my woman and obey my orders, I can spare your life. But from now on, you will be mine, and you will lose your freedom."

"I'm willing, I'm willing. What does losing my freedom matter? I'm willing to do anything as long as I can live..." Zhou Qiong choked out.

"Alright, I'll grant your wish."

After saying that, Zhao Dazhu raised his right hand and poked Zhou Qiong's smooth, white forehead with one finger. At the same time, the flame pattern on the back of Zhao Dazhu's right hand twisted and rose.

This is precisely the sign that the Myriad Poisonous Ghost Hand has been activated.

The next moment, Zhou Qiong collapsed to the ground with a thud, unable to move, completely losing control of her body from the neck down.

"Mr. Zhao, what did you do to me? You just promised you wouldn't kill me..." Zhou Qiong asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, I didn't kill you, but I did cast a spell on you." Zhao Dazhu put his hands behind his back, looking inscrutable.

"What...what kind of magic..." Zhou Qiong swallowed and asked.

Zhao Dazhu continued, "This spell is called the Soul-Locking Curse. It will lock your soul, and the reason you can't move right now is because the Soul-Locking Curse is in effect. But you'll be able to move again in a few minutes, so don't worry."

"But the Soul-Locking Curse will not disappear; instead, it will lie dormant in your body. With just a thought from me, no matter where you are, no matter how far away you are from me, even if you go abroad, the Soul-Locking Curse in your body will be activated immediately."

"Then you will die a horrible death, your soul scattered to the winds!"

"Of course, as long as you don't disappoint me or betray me, I won't activate the Soul-Locking Curse. The Soul-Locking Curse is merely a warning to you, understand?"

Hearing Zhao Dazhu's words, Zhou Qiong's heart turned ice-cold.

She knew she would never be able to escape the clutches of this old man in her lifetime.

However, Zhou Qiong quickly calmed down and even felt relieved.

Because it means she won't die, and Zhao Dazhu won't kill her.

As long as she behaves well, Zhao Dazhu will keep her around and even protect her when she is in danger.

What Zhou Qiong didn't know was that Zhao Dazhu was just trying to scare her!

The Soul-Locking Curse and all that stuff are just lies made up by Zhao Dazhu; he doesn't know any of those things at all.

He simply activated the Myriad Poisons Ghost Hand when his finger touched Zhou Qiong's forehead, releasing a small amount of red anesthetic neurotoxin into her body, causing her to suddenly become paralyzed.

This small amount of erythromycin toxin will soon be excreted from the body through metabolism, and she will then be able to move again.

However, in her eyes, this was a very magical and terrifying method, so she believed in the soul-locking spell that Zhao Dazhu had made up!

She even cast a look of awe at Zhao Dazhu!

Two or three minutes later, Zhou Qiong slowly recovered and regained sensation in her body.

She shakily got up from the ground and stood obediently in front of Zhao Dazhu, head down like a primary school student who had made a mistake, not daring to breathe.

"Where is your room?" Zhao Dazhu asked, his heart itching with curiosity.

"It's...it's next door," Zhou Qiong whispered, a blush rising on her otherwise pale cheeks.

Zhao Dazhu then stretched out his hands and scooped up the rich girl in his arms, carrying her out of Zhou Ming's room and heading towards Zhou Qiong's bedroom.

"I...this is my first time...Uncle Zhao, please be gentle..." Zhou Qiong said shyly, while also being very nervous and scared.

"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle. You're so young and beautiful, and a rich heiress, how could I bear to hurt you?"

Zhao Dazhu said with a smile, and hugged Zhou Qiong even tighter.

More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Dazhu had a completely satisfied expression on his face, and he was full of energy and radiance.

Zhou Qiong, blushing, nestled in Zhao Dazhu's arms like a shy kitten.

She looked up at Zhao Dazhu with a hint of admiration on her face.

Because Zhao Dazhu's strength really exceeded her expectations!

"Cultivators are truly amazing, Uncle Zhao. You're clearly over fifty years old, and your hair is all white, yet your body is so strong. Even young men can't compare to you..." Zhou Qiong said with admiration, her snow-white hands even stroking Zhao Dazhu's bronze-colored, solid chest.