Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 4 The Plump Fairy

Did he go to capture blood slaves alone?

After Zhao Ling finished speaking, she took out ten yellow paper talismans from her sleeve.

The talisman paper was yellowed and covered with twisted, blood-red patterns.

"Blood Slave Talisman. Stick it on the back of the neck, and the other party will obey."

"To be obedient means to be completely submissive, and you can do whatever you want."

Li Tianran squatted down and picked up a card.

The talisman felt cold to the touch, like touching the skin of a dead person.

Zhao Ling looked down at him, her tone indifferent.

"If one of them is missing, you'll fill in for them yourself."

Li Tianran carefully folded the talismans one by one and tucked them into his pocket.

"Yes, Senior Sister Zhao."

Zhao Ling turned around and walked down the mountain.

He took a few steps, then stopped without looking back.

"The cultivator stationed at the Heavenly Sword Sect is named Song Qingshu, at the ninth level of Qi Refining. I lured him away; it took about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"You must gather everyone together within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"If I can't gather enough, I won't wait for you."

After saying that, Zhao Ling quickly disappeared into the fog.

Li Tianran stood still, his brows slightly furrowed.

He returned to the mortal world, but this time as a heretical cultivator.

Moreover, they also commit evil deeds.

One incense stick's time, and ten blood slaves are captured.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

Li Tianran took a deep breath and started walking down the mountain.

The town is small, with a main street running north to south.

Li Tianran kept his head down, afraid of being discovered.

After a while.

Screams came from the east side of the town.

One scream after another, like a pig being slaughtered.

Then came the sound of sword energy piercing the air and brick walls collapsing.

Li Tianran did not look in that direction.

He walked south along the main street, turned into an alley, and then into another.

nobody.

Every household had its doors and windows tightly shut, and the streets were deserted.

As time passed, Li Tianran's heart sank deeper and deeper.

Their movements had already been discovered?

Did the cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect evacuate the people ahead of schedule?

If there were no blood slaves, he would have to use himself.

At the top, it's death.

Li Tianran observed his surroundings while searching for any figures.

A moment later, he walked to the end of the street and heard a voice.

It didn't sound like crying or screaming, but rather like groans and screams.

Low, suppressed, like something being uttered while someone is covering their mouth.

Following the sound, I walked over and pushed open a half-closed wooden door.

There is a courtyard behind the door.

The stench of blood was overwhelming, as strong as if I had entered a slaughterhouse.

There was a person lying in the courtyard.

They were lying haphazardly, some face down, some on their backs, and some curled up in a ball.

The ground was covered in blood, dark red, flowing from beneath them and forming a small puddle.

Everyone is dead.

The wounds were from a knife cut, a single, fatal blow. The cuts were clean, revealing white flesh underneath.

There are still living people in the courtyard.

At the very back, against the corner of the wall, squatted a man in a black robe, with two short knives at his waist.

He was looking down and rummaging through a dead man's pocket, stuffing valuables into his own clothes.

Silver coins, jade pendants, copper coins, even the rings on the hands of the dead were taken.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw Li Tianran.

"Um?"

The man in the black robe looked him up and down, his gaze settling on his white hair, black horns, and bluish-black skin.

"From the Blood Spirit Sect?"

Li Tianran remained silent.

The man in the black robe chuckled, stood up, stuffed a handful of copper coins into his pocket, and dusted off his knees.

"I'll take all the goods in this town first."

Go back and tell your master that Tu San from Black Wind Mountain came here.

"If you're not happy, come find me at Black Wind Mountain. I'll chop you all up and feed you to the dogs."

Li Tianran took a step back.

It turns out that other evil cultivators had taken action, which is why the town was deserted.

The man in black before her was no less powerful than Zhao Ling; she shouldn't be provoked.

"Yes, senior."

Li Tianran turned and walked towards the door.

But he stopped before he even reached the door.

Someone blocked the door.

A woman in white stood outside the threshold, holding a long sword in her hand, the tip of which was dripping blood.

Her Taoist robe was covered in blood, but it wasn't hers.

Some of it splashed on, some was smeared on, and some dripped down from the cuffs.

She stared at Tu San in the courtyard, her eyes as cold as ice, as if she wanted to skin him alive.

"Tu San".

When Tu San saw her, his eyes lit up. His gaze swept down her face, landing on her chest, waist, and thighs, and he licked his lips.

"Women from the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"This figure, this flesh, hehe, I'm in luck today."

Shen Qing gritted his teeth, the tip of his sword pointing at his throat.

"You villain, you won't escape today."

Tu San laughed, a lewd laugh.

"Run? Why the hell would I run?"

"I'm going to have some fun with you. When I'm tired of you, I'll sell you to a brothel."

"Female cultivators from the Heavenly Sword Sect can fetch a high price on the black market. With your face and body, I could play with you for a year."

Shen Qing's face turned bright red, and she trembled with anger.

"Bullshit!"

Tu San wasn't annoyed; he just chuckled.

"Don't rush, you'll have your turn to scream later. I'll make you beg for mercy."

Shen Qing did not speak again.

She glanced menacingly at Li Tianran, who was crouching in the corner, and then at Tu San.

"Two villains. Perfect, let's kill them both."

Li Tianran opened his mouth, wanting to explain.

Shen Qing did not give him a chance.

She drew her sword.

A flash of sword light, straight for Li Tianran's throat.

Li Tianran fell to the side, the blade grazing his ear and embedding itself in the wall.

His ear was cut open, and blood was flowing down his neck.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tu San also drew his sword and charged towards Shen Qing.

"Little wench, kneel down!"

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

Shen Qing is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and Tu San also appears to be at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

The two fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.

Tu San continued to hurl insults while fighting.

"That waist, fucking tiny. Those breasts, fucking huge. I'm going to strip you naked later and take a good look."

Shen Qing remained silent, his sword moving faster and faster, each strike aimed at Shen Qing's vital points.

Tu San easily dodged the attack, grinning lewdly.

"The more ruthless you are, the more I like it."

Li Tianran huddled in the corner, covering his bleeding ear, too afraid to move.

Shen Qing's sword pierced Tu San's shoulder.

The sword tip pierced through the shoulder blade and emerged from the front.

Tu San screamed and swung his sword backhand, striking Shen Qing's sword.

Swords clashed, sparks flew, and Shen Qing almost dropped his sword.

"That bitch, she's got some skills. I like her even more now. The wilder the horse, the more fun it is to ride."

Shen Qing gritted his teeth, remained silent, and his sword moves became faster and faster.

But she was too weak.

Tu San's knife was still as heavy as ever; one strike could split a rock.

Shen Qing's sword had slowed down; his wrist was trembling, and blood was flowing from his tiger's mouth.

Tu San could tell she couldn't hold on any longer, and he grinned lewdly.

"What's wrong, out of energy? You'll be even less energetic later. I'll let you rest in bed."

Shen Qing knew she couldn't delay any longer.

She gritted her teeth and thrust her sword into Tu San's chest.

This sword strike was executed with full force, leaving no way out.

Tu San dodged to the side, and the back of his knife struck Shen Qing's wrist, breaking the bone with a crack.

Her hand cracked from the shock, and the sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

Tu San held a knife to her neck, and with his other hand, he pinched her chin and lifted her face.

"Let me take a good look. Tsk tsk, this face is fucking gorgeous."

Shen Qing gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.

Tears of humiliation slid down her cheeks.

Tu San grinned lewdly and reached out to pull at her collar.

"Don't rush, let me try it first."

next interest.

Tu San's hand froze in mid-air.