As outside air rushed in, the terrifying, sucking sensation of being forcefully drawn out finally disappeared.

Jiang Chan suddenly raised her head, breathing heavily, and the pitiful look she had just given her vanished without a trace.

She raised her wrist, which was gripped by Zhao Mang, and there was a shocking ring of purplish-blue marks left there.

System panel:

[Quest Triggered: Poor Junior Sister]

[Identity Loaded: Ning Dan, Junior Sister of Qingyun Sect]

[Task Description: Task 1: Confirm that the core cultivation technique of the Qingyun Sect, "Ning Yuan Jue," has a major flaw; Task 2: Nurturing a vicious cycle—guide a greedy senior brother/sister to become overly dependent on and forcibly extract your spiritual power, making them the "best example" of a technique backlash.]

[Provided items: Technique 1: Momentary Feigned Death! Status: Available. Effect: Creates the illusion of lifelessness. Duration: 15 minutes. Basic movement speed recovers after 24 hours. Tip: Activate during peak spiritual energy transmission for best results; Technique 2: Concealed Shadows! Duration: 30 minutes. Effect: Greatly reduces presence, avoids detection by lower-level cultivators, and increases movement speed by 30%]

[Task Rewards: Rice (X); Fresh Pork (X) (Unit: Jin)]

[Mission Failed: Death!]

Jiang Chan gasped. They weren't even going to act anymore? Were they really going to kill her?

But, since we're already here...

“Zhao Mang… Third Senior Brother…” Jiang Chan murmured the name, each word carrying a chilling edge.

That's my target.

A burly fellow with a violent temper, greed written all over his face, and a quick temper. His cultivation level was the lowest among them, yet he was ambitious, craving power the most, and also the most impatient.

This kind of person is the easiest to be hooked, the easiest to be greedy, and also the easiest... to become the first Gu to be poisoned to death!

The first piece of the puzzle quickly took shape in Jiang Chan's mind.

Over the next few days, Jiang Chan completely "adapted" to the role.

Each time her spiritual power was collectively drained, she performed even worse than the original owner, her spiritual power output was intermittent and pitifully thin, like a dirty ditch that was about to run dry.

After drawing spiritual energy, he went to work in the spiritual plant garden, where he was even more unsteady on his feet and could barely walk.

When facing her senior brothers and sisters, especially Zhao Mang, her eyes shrank, she stammered, and dared not breathe, perfectly playing the humble and fearful role that a human-shaped spiritual energy container should have.

Zhao Mang became increasingly dissatisfied with this; others took less, but he took even less!

That pent-up anger surged in his chest, and his gaze toward Jiang Chan grew increasingly hostile, like a wolf starving for days eyeing a skinny lamb.

The opportunity came on an ordinary evening.

It was another routine "recharging" session. Zhao Mang sat cross-legged opposite Jiang Chan, and that rugged, captivating aura swirled around him once more.

Jiang Chan immediately began to "perform" skillfully: her body trembled, her face turned pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. Her spiritual energy output fluctuated, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if she was about to collapse at any moment.

"You bastard, here you go again!" Zhao Mang roared irritably, his eyes snapping open with a fierce look. "Is it so hard to squeeze out a little spiritual energy? You piece of trash!" His spittle almost landed on Jiang Chan's face.

Jiang Chan shuddered in fright, and her already "unstable" spiritual energy output was instantly interrupted by more than half.

"Senior brother... I really... can't hold on anymore..." she sobbed, her breath weak, and her body slumped backward as if she were about to faint.

"Can't hold on? I'll show you how!" Zhao Mang was completely enraged.

The pent-up anger of the past few days suddenly surged to his head, and all thoughts of camaraderie and the warnings of a long-term relationship vanished. Only one thought occupied his mind: This good-for-nothing is just giving him the runaround! Damn it!

Driven by brutal instinct, he suddenly leaned forward, and his dark, rough hand grabbed Jiang Chan's slender neck as if it were a chick!

A feeling of suffocation instantly gripped Jiang Chan's throat; cold, bony fingers pressed firmly against her trachea, her lungs burned, and she saw stars before her eyes.

"Uh...cough..." Jiang Chan tried in vain to pry open Zhao Mang's iron clamps with both hands, kicked her legs wildly, and made a dying hoarse sound in her throat. Her pale face quickly turned purplish-red.

"Suck it for me!" Zhao Mang roared like a beast with a ferocious expression, and placed his other hand on Jiang Chan's dantian!

A violent suction force, several times stronger than usual, surged into Jiang Chan's body like a floodgate bursting open!

Now!

Despite the shadow of death looming over her, a cold, sharp glint flashed in Jiang Chan's eyes.

She gave up her futile struggle and mobilized the subtle instincts of the "pure spiritual body" within the original owner's body. The pure spiritual power was forcibly pulled out by the violent suction force, but in the instant it surged out, Jiang Chan mixed in a trace of almost imperceptible foreign aura—it was not a substantial impurity, but more like a "catalyst" that simulated the subtle chaos in the operation of the "Condensing Yuan Technique".

This is the limit of what she can control!

The gamble was on Zhao Mang's greed!

"Hmm!"

Zhao Mang, who was gripping Jiang Chan's neck, suddenly jolted, and the purity of the spiritual energy he violently absorbed far exceeded that of usual!

The feeling was like someone who had been thirsty in the desert for three days suddenly gulping down a large mouthful of ice-cold honey water—sweet, mellow, and with a refreshing sensation that made the soul tremble!

It instantly washed away all his anger and fatigue, and even his cultivation, which had been stuck at a bottleneck for a long time, slightly loosened!

This feeling of comfort is so intense, so real!

Zhao Mang's pupils dilated suddenly, and the hand gripping Jiang Chan's neck unconsciously loosened its grip slightly.

He greedily devoured this sudden "nectar," his ferocious anger vanishing, replaced by an almost intoxicating ecstasy and shock.

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