Chapter 7 [Revision]

"He said the barrier of the Desert Temple is too strong, and it requires the blood sacrifice of slaves." Mu Xiang trembled with fear, her words barely coherent. "But, but we don't have enough slaves. The commander said, he said..."

In this era, slaves are merely appendages of others.

Life and death are in the hands of others.

When the original owner bought Mu Xiang, she was lying in the slave market covered in blood. The original book didn't describe Mu Xiang much, only mentioning that her previous owner wanted to perform a sacrifice, but when it came time to bleed her, he discovered that Mu Xiang was sick, so he simply threw her into the slave market and sold her cheaply.

Unlike Mu Xiang, Xia Qian, despite being a slave, lived a life free from want.

The original owner of this body was also very delicate. Even though she was a slave who grew up in brothels, she was different from other slaves because she was beautiful!

It's exceptionally beautiful.

So she was very much cherished and raised by the "mothers" there, who were intentionally grooming her to become a famous courtesan. How could the hands of a famous courtesan be rough, and how could the mind of a famous courtesan be blank and illiterate, without any depth?

So the original owner was well taken care of there, and not only did she learn a little about music, chess, calligraphy and painting like a lady from a noble family, but she also learned the temperament of those young ladies, becoming delicate and pampered. Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked Hughes to buy a slave to serve her after she followed him.

Because she was used to being waited on there.

Most importantly, the original owner of this body never served a single customer there. Her "mother" protected her exceptionally well. Although the "mother" intended to harvest the fledglings when they grew up, before that, the original owner of this body, Xia Qian, lived a life of unparalleled luxury.

Moreover, she was truly lucky; just as "Mom" was preparing to auction off her virginity, she met Hughes.

This encounter is reminiscent of a scene from a classic ancient opera, where a courtesan falls in love at first sight with a commoner scholar and is determined to give up everything to follow him.

However, in traditional operas, commoner scholars are usually very poor and cannot afford the indenture of courtesans, so the courtesans usually end up regretting it for the rest of their lives.

However, Hughes was a nouveau riche.

A tycoon with tons of money!

So the original owner easily left the brothel where she grew up. When she left, she hugged each of the "mothers" affectionately and even received blessings of a long and happy marriage from all the "mothers". She also successfully attracted a lot of hatred from her peers.

As a slave, Xia Qian's life was incredibly smooth, so much so that she later forgot her identity, her ambitions soaring while her fate was as fragile as paper.

Despite being another member of Hughes' harem besides the female lead, her fate was even more tragic than that of all the female supporting characters.

When she read the story and came to the ending, the shock and depression she felt were still vivid in her mind, and Xia Qian felt uncomfortable whenever she thought about it.

After all, when the author created Xia Qian, the villainous female supporting character, the prototype was written with her in mind. Thinking about the possible fate that she might end up like that, Xia Qian suddenly felt depressed.

Just then, a large hand suddenly landed on her head, its slightly cool touch gently stroking her scalp. "Go eat,"

"Go to bed and rest after you finish eating."

"oh……"

Xia Qian got up from Xiu Si and started walking towards the inner room. Just one step away from entering, Xia Qian suddenly stopped. She didn't know why, but subconsciously, she suddenly wanted to turn around.

Sunlight filtered through the lush foliage, dappling the ground and streaming through the window, while a cool breeze blew in at the same time.

Hughes sat by the window, his back straight, his long, pale hand gripping his greatsword, which he had started wiping again at some point.

Just then, the doorbell rang. As if he had already guessed that someone would come, Hughes was not surprised. He remained sitting there without moving. But the door suddenly opened with a "beep".

Xia Qian was not surprised at all.

Hughes is very lazy. He will never do anything by hand if he can do it remotely with his superpowers. The only thing he does is wipe this greatsword by hand every day.

Footsteps approached from afar. Xia Qian turned around, but instead of looking to see who was coming, she went into the inner room. The dining table was laden with delicious food, and the aroma of the dishes filled the air. Most importantly, Hughes was not there!

Her steps were light as a feather, and she casually found a place to sit down.

The hotel was small, with the inner room and bedroom connected. Hughes could clearly see Xia Qian sitting there, eating like a little kitten, eating heartily without any guard.

Hughes lowered his gaze.

The door to the inner room was still open, and a gentle breeze blew in, as if it carried spiritual energy. As if someone was guiding it, the door to the inner room closed quietly without Xia Qian noticing.

At the same time, the sound of footsteps approached from afar. Hughes stood up without making a move, and the greatsword on the table flew up out of thin air and automatically returned to its original position. When the greatsword returned to its scabbard hanging on the wall, it looked like an ordinary sword. If it weren't for its unusual size, it would have been difficult to attract even a glance from others.

As the greatsword returned to its sheath, the visitor finally appeared before Hughes, and the footsteps immediately ceased.

The man nodded respectfully, maintaining a gentle smile. "Lord Hughes,"

"It's because my second brother and I didn't teach our younger sister well, which has caused trouble for the adults."

The interstellar age seems like a very futuristic era, yet it is governed by strict laws that serve only the strong. Ordinary civilians and slaves would never engage in civilized conversations, but among the strong, there is still a slight tendency to feign civilization.

The regimental commander was very scholarly, and his appearance was somewhat different from, yet also somewhat similar to, the deputy regimental commander who arrived in the morning.

Their eyes and brows seemed to exude a gentle temperament when they looked at others, and they all looked very refined. However, the leader wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which made him look even more refined and gentle. Most people would not guess that the refined man in front of them was the leader of a famous mercenary group.

Hughes wasn't interested in that kind of talk. His gaze was indifferent as he cut straight to the point: "Your mercenary group of five hundred people entered the temple. What did you find?"

When this question was raised, the commander's smile, which had been constant, paused for a moment. He forced a smile and said, "It's funny to say, but we still know nothing and have gained nothing."

Five hundred people!

Five hundred people with superpowers.

They had guessed that rushing in like this might lead to their deaths, that there might be ferocious high-level guardian beasts waiting for them, or that the treasure might have already been stolen. But the outcome they never expected was that they would gain nothing.

In addition to discovering a barrier gate, a barrier gate made of blood and resentment.

"I plan to hold a slave sacrifice ceremony to open the barrier gate with poison."

Hughes didn't even look up. "It's useless."

The regimental commander was stunned, clearly not quite understanding.

The next second, Hughes' voice continued, "No need for a sacrifice. Just go in the same way you did last time."

"But—" The captain was about to retort, but the words suddenly stopped in his throat. It was Hughes!

Hughes is different from them!

Hughes, who could completely suppress his second brother by himself!

The captain paused, his smile vanishing momentarily, but he quickly recovered, saying, "We're no match for you. You're truly amazing!"

Even with five hundred advanced superhumans, we couldn't do anything. Are you really stronger than us all by yourself?

The group leader didn't say anything, but instead pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Then let's set off at the same time we agreed on yesterday."

As soon as he finished speaking and was about to take a step, he suddenly remembered something. His gaze silently swept across the room, but he did not find the person. Finally, his gaze fell on the inner room with the door tightly closed, and he suddenly smiled, "I wonder if Miss Xia Qian will come again this time?"

It was because of Xia Qian that she threw a tantrum and left, making everyone spend time looking for her. When they finally found her, she had heatstroke. Hughes carried her away, and by the time Mu Xiang came to deliver the message, Hughes had already left.

If it weren't for her, Hughes wouldn't have left. Without Hughes in charge, the five hundred of them wouldn't have left empty-handed and in such a sorry state.

The group leader was somewhat irritated, but he didn't show it on his face. "I ordered my younger sister to rest at the hotel. I don't know about Miss Xia Qian..."

"She's not coming."

When a cat goes there, its fur, which was previously well-cared for, will get dirty.

Even the bell around her neck gets covered in dust!

She'll probably cry when she gets so dirty.

At the same time, the regimental commander breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that he didn't come.

The group leader said, "That place wasn't really suitable for girls anyway."

When a cat goes there, its fur, which was previously well-cared for, will get dirty.

Inside the quiet room, there was no wind, yet Hughes's waist-length hair inexplicably began to flutter.

His gaze was fixed on the empty window, his eyes somewhat cold.

The next second, Hughes looked away.

The mercenary leader left the room after only a short while, leaving Hughes alone once again.

In the quiet, still room, Hughes's waist-length hair fluttered once more.

His eyes were icy cold, and the greatsword hanging on the wall was immediately drawn. The sword was sharp and carried a murderous aura. A figure appeared out of thin air from outside the window. As if he knew Hughes's anger, the person hurriedly dodged the greatsword and stepped aside.

As if knowing he would dodge, Hughes mercilessly used his mental power to drive the greatsword toward him.

The greatsword pierced through his clothes on his shoulder with a "thud," hanging him and his clothes on the wall.

"Your Highness, please calm down!" The man was pale and had no doubt that the other party would kill him.

Hughes stood there, with his back to him.

Just then, he suddenly turned his head, his eyes icy cold. "I remember telling you that no one was allowed to interfere in this matter."

Before he could finish speaking, Hughes's icy gaze fell on the man. "What are you doing here?"