"Hahaha, you never expected this! A few days ago, I specifically went to the market street to buy this Soft Bone Powder."

Wang Er stood up from his seat with a vicious grin and explained smugly.

"I asked around. Even though cultivators who haven't yet shed their mortality and practiced inedia experience a surge in martial strength, they are still ultimately just mortals. And this Soft Bone Powder, colorless and tasteless, is a spirit medicine that even cultivators struggle to detect. Once you're hit with this drug, you'll lose all strength in an instant. Not only will your body be unable to move, even your spiritual power and even your soul will be paralyzed. I went to great lengths to deal with you!"

Seeing the sleazy expression on the person before her, the fury in Zhou Che's heart instantly reached its peak.

Seeing her resentful anger, Wang Er grabbed Zhou Che's chin and clicked his tongue. "Tsk tsk tsk! What a stunning beauty! It's just a pity the owner of this face is too full of herself!"

Wang Er's voice gradually lowered, and when he uttered the last three words, a hint of ruthlessness seeped through.

He raised his other hand and fiercely slapped Zhou Che across the face.

A crisp smack rang out.

Zhou Che's head was already somewhat groggy, and now the slap made her see stars.

She laboriously lifted her eyes to look at Wang Er's hideous, vicious face, then used all her strength to open her mouth slightly.

Wang Er, thinking she was about to say something, became thoroughly excited.

"Are you going to beg for mercy? Hahaha! Come! Tell me, what do you want to say?" Wang Er squeezed Zhou Che's chin hard and slowly brought his ear close, wanting to hear what she would say.

But the next moment, what answered him was only a mouthful of cold "clear stream."

"Ptui!"

Zhou Che spat a mouthful of phlegm onto his face.

Feeling the cold wetness on his face, all the smugness on Wang Er's face turned to fury. He grabbed Zhou Che's long hair and dragged her to the ground.

Zhou Che was already weak all over. Now, pulled from the tabletop, she slammed heavily to the ground like a pile of mud.

"You bitch!"

Wang Er yanked Zhou Che's hair, lifting her head, and then slapped her twice more.

"When you first brought me here, you acted gentler than anyone, but now your eyes are full of contempt and disgust! I haven't done anything wrong, so what gives you the right to treat me like this! All I did was spend a few of your stinking coins and steal a few of your spirit stones! You're a cultivator, and that's the extent of your tolerance? Giving me attitude every day—am I indebted to you or something? Dead bitch, stinking whore! Just because you've got a pretty face, you act all high and mighty in front of me! Who the hell do you think you are!"

Wang Er angrily questioned and cursed, seemingly venting the dissatisfaction in his heart.

And Zhou Che listened, feeling the pain in her heart.

Out of compassion, she had saved him and promised to grant him his freedom once she advanced to the Outer Sect, even handing the Slave Slip over to him.

After that, in daily life, she had met all his demands. While it might not have been the finest robes and richest foods, she had never once skimped on good wine and fine dishes.

Yet what she got in return was this outcome.

She had never dreamed that a person could be this wicked!

"What? Not convinced?" After venting, seeing Zhou Che still full of anger, Wang Er spoke with a hint of mockery.

The Soft Bone Powder in Zhou Che's system had fully taken effect. Her consciousness was hazy, her tongue unable to move, let alone speak.

Seeing Zhou Che in such a miserable state, Wang Er finally smiled with satisfaction. "Qingyue, oh Qingyue! I'm not a ruthless person either. I can only blame you for being born too beautiful, making you irresistible to me. Don't you worry! I guarantee this night will be unforgettable for you! Tomorrow, I'll go to the market street and see if there's any special poison that can control another's life and death. Once I find it, I'll make you willingly be my slave. When your cultivation reaches the Minor Attainment Realm, we'll return to the mortal world. Then you'll give me a bunch of sons and serve me for the rest of your life!"

Hearing this, Zhou Che was completely stunned.

Because the meaning in his words couldn't be any clearer!

"..."

Zhou Che used every ounce of her strength, but could barely manage a faint sound.

She wanted to resist but was powerless.

The Soft Bone Powder had utterly crushed her will. She couldn't even feel him openly taking liberties.

"Hahaha, Qingyue! A moment of springtime is worth a thousand gold!"

Wang Er laughed wickedly, then scooped Zhou Che up and carried her straight to the long chair.

Zhou Che's room could only be opened by Zhou Che, so whatever he wanted to do, he could only do it in the living room.

But for someone like Wang Er, location didn't matter. As long as he could bed such a beauty, he felt it was worth it.

After laying Zhou Che on the long chair, Wang Er couldn't wait to undress her.

At that moment, Zhou Che wore a pink silk dress, pure and noble, lying there on the long chair looking like she was his for the taking, driving Wang Er absolutely wild with desire.

His smile was ferocious as he swiftly peeled away Zhou Che's pink dress, revealing the purple square scarf beneath.

Seeing her snow-white jade neck and fragrant shoulders, Wang Er could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed Zhou Che's arms and lunged to bite her neck.

At that moment, Zhou Che's heart was filled with utter despair. She only hated her own naivety, her excessive kindness, for leading her to such a fate.

If she could do it again, she would absolutely never be soft-hearted again, absolutely never hand the Slave Slip over to him.

But just as Wang Er was about to sink his teeth into Zhou Che's fragrant shoulder, a blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the entire abode.

"Ah!"

Wang Er suddenly scrambled back, then collapsed to the ground.

At some point, his face had turned pitch black.

White foam oozed from the corner of his mouth, as if he had been poisoned, paralyzed on the floor, unable to move, only able to groan in agony.

Zhou Che was somewhat dazed. The next moment, she saw a pitch-black centipede crawl onto her chest.

The centipede slowly moved, found the right spot, and bit down on the left side of her neck.

With that one bite, Zhou Che's previously limp and powerless body immediately regained sensation. Not only that, her groggy consciousness instantly cleared.

She was a bit bewildered, but the next second, her mind became razor-sharp.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Che snatched up the chopsticks from the table and fiercely plunged them toward Wang Er's chest.

"Die!"

Her expression was nearly frenzied, anger and hatred spreading endlessly, making Zhou Che look like a demon, horrifying and terrifying!

Under Zhou Che's swift and fierce thrust, the chopsticks instantly pierced through Wang Er's chest cavity.

"Ah!" He let out a miserable scream as blood gushed out, dyeing his clothes red.

"Die! Die! Ah!" Zhou Che pulled out the chopsticks and fiercely stabbed down again, repeating it over and over.

Wang Er's eyes were full of terror, his wails echoing endlessly within the abode.

Zhou Che stabbed him over a hundred times before the fury in her heart gradually subsided.

Now, Wang Er lay motionless on the ground like an old dog.

His chest cavity had been stabbed to a bloody pulp by Zhou Che. White bone and the broken chopstick ends within were all congealed into a gruesome mess of blood and flesh, looking utterly horrifying.

Zhou Che slowly stood up from over him. At this moment, her pink dress was disheveled, interwoven with blood, making her look like a demoness.

After straightening her clothes, Zhou Che turned her gaze to the black centipede lying prostrate on the floor nearby.

She was no fool. Seeing that Wang Er, whose heart she had pierced countless times, was still barely clinging to life and had not yet died, she guessed something.

So Zhou Che stepped over Wang Er's body and walked toward the abode entrance.

Opening the main door, the old woman from the Registration Hall was right there before her.

"Elder Qin."

Zhou Che's eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if her soul had left her at this moment.

Seeing this, the old woman showed a look of concern, then hurriedly stepped forward to support her. "After answering your questions today, I had a vague feeling something was off, so I sent my domesticated spirit beast to secretly protect you. How are you? Are you injured?"

Zhou Che shook her head upon hearing this, but her face was full of bitterness.

With good intentions, she had saved a dying slave, but what she got in return was nearly losing her chastity and falling into a state beyond redemption.

This shook the convictions in her heart.

"Let's go inside first. I'll give you a thorough check," the old woman said, looking at Zhou Che.

Zhou Che turned her head to glance at the chaotic, messy living room, then nodded.

Supported by the old woman, Zhou Che was helped back to the dining table.

The old woman took Zhou Che's hand and channeled spiritual power into her body.

After a moment, she breathed a sigh of relief. "You've only been drugged with an anesthetic, nothing serious. Just rest well for a few days and recuperate properly."

After speaking, the old woman turned her head to look at the dying Wang Er on the ground, a flash of anger in her eyes.

"This man has been poisoned by the Heart-Devouring Centipede. The poison will forcibly keep him clinging to his last breath while gradually devouring his body from within. After seven days, he'll dissolve into a puddle of blood and vanish without a trace."

Hearing this, Zhou Che also looked at Wang Er.

But this time, there was no sympathy left in her.

Zhou Che's cold gaze swept past him, and then she slowly asked, "So, does that mean I can't kill him right now?"

The old woman looked at Zhou Che. "Cut off his head, and he'll naturally die. But this person before you has done such an outrageous thing. Don't you want to torment him some more, to vent your anger?"

Zhou Che smiled bitterly, then shook her head. "I don't want to see him ever again."

Hearing Zhou Che's words, Wang Er, lying dying on the ground, actually slowly opened his mouth and called out.

"Qing... Qingyue... I... was wrong! You... didn't... you say... you'd take me... back... back to the mortal world?"

Wang Er pleaded, his voice extremely weak. He wanted to struggle, but couldn't move a single inch.

Zhou Che merely glanced at him at this, then said no more.

After this ordeal, even her gaze had become sharper.

Wang Er had shown her what human nature truly was.