Only then did Qu Jinghuai let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, and notice that there was another person in the dungeon.

"Who are you, daring to trespass into my Qu family's home..."

Qu Jinghuai's angry shout, filled with pain and rising anger, was abruptly cut off by a black smoke ring choking him.

His breathing stopped as well.

Driven by human instinct, he clutched his throat and struggled desperately. Just as he was about to suffocate, he remembered that he was a cultivator. He shut down his five senses and six consciousnesses, severed the connection between his soul and body, and protruded a little bit from the Tianling acupoint on the top of his head in an attempt to survive.

Song Huilan instinctively tried to curl up her limbs to cover her shame, but her limbs were shackled and straight, and she couldn't move at all.

The woman, nearly withered, still possessed a beautiful face, but the intense death, resentment, and pain in her eyes made her more desperate than death itself.

The boy wasn't unfamiliar with this kind of despair; he just had never seen this kind of despair that was purely driven by him as a person.

In addition, there was a distinct trace of his aura within the woman's body...

The boy suddenly became enraged, seeking the first time he had been angry in nearly a thousand years.

"You deserve to die!"

With his right hand moving again, the boy raised his finger and pointed to Qu Jinghuai, who was half-absent-mindedly clinging to life in the corner.

A dark, rope-like demonic aura overflowed from his fingertips, binding Qu Jinghuai's soul, which had only revealed a small part of his crown chakra.

More than ten skulls emerged from the demonic energy, constantly devouring Qu Jinghuai's soul, each bite seemingly imbued with elegance.

Qu Jinghuai's soul twisted, struggled, and screamed in agony, but he couldn't break free at all, and he didn't even have time to beg for mercy.

He saw the boy walking towards him.

Song Huilan's eyes revealed terror and utter resistance: "You...you stay away!"

But the boy could tell that she didn't want him to get close, nor was she afraid of him.

She just didn't want to defile him because she was covered in dirt.

He had never felt this way in hundreds of thousands of years.

He didn't even use a cleansing spell on Song Huilan; he simply touched her forehead with his finger and carefully read her memories.

The innocent girl's deep infatuation with Shang Beiyu was completely absorbed into the boy's mind.

In the dimly lit dungeon, amidst a chorus of pitiful howls, the young man whispered softly.

There was some regret, but more than that, there were complex feelings towards the pitiful woman in front of me.

He had no memory of Shang Beiyu, but in his opinion, Shang Beiyu should actually like the woman in front of him more.

Shang Beiyu must have been moved, otherwise he wouldn't have created a chance for her to live at the last moment and sent her here.

"Did he find her?"

"But they were killed again."

"You, are you a gift he gave me?"

"But this gift..." was stolen and defiled by that thief Qu Jinghuai!

The boy's eyes suddenly turned crimson.

He turned back to look at Qu Jinghuai, who was screaming incessantly, and with a grab, he forcibly pulled Qu Jinghuai's soul out of his Tianling acupoint.

Then, he picked up a strand of hair from his shoulder and tied Qu Jinghuai's soul to the end of the hair: "If you can wail on my shoulder for ten thousand years, I will spare your life."

Qu Jinghuai: "Ah—!"

Song Huilan stared blankly at the boy, tears streaming down her face. She felt ashamed and indignant, wishing she could die, but she couldn't.

The boy waved his hand to break the shackles binding her limbs, but still did not perform the cleaning spell on her. Instead, he quickly bent down and picked up her, who was as thin as paper.

The woman struggled desperately, like a withered flower.

"Don't move," the boy's voice was clear and cold: "I will take you to find the most sacred physical body in this world."