“My disciple, your medical skills and martial arts prowess are already on par with mine. I really have nothing else to teach you. Go down the mountain.”
On a mysterious mountain near Penglai, an old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom stood with his hands behind his back, his face full of helplessness.
"Master, your disciples have only just begun to learn the basics of alchemy. Should we wait a little longer?" Ye Qiu said hurriedly.
"You've managed to refine the Vajra Pill that even your master couldn't, and you call that just a superficial understanding? Get out of here, go down the mountain and take your revenge. It's been five years, don't you want to take your revenge anymore?" The old man glared and puffed out his beard.
Upon hearing the word "revenge," a cold glint flashed in Ye Qiu's eyes. He dropped his nonchalant smile and asked in a deep voice, "Back then, my Ye family was slaughtered because of that Eight Desolations Diagram. Master, what exactly is that Eight Desolations Diagram? As long as I understand the Eight Desolations Diagram, I will surely be able to find the mastermind behind it all."
“Go down the mountain and investigate yourself. After all these years, your seven senior sisters must have made a name for themselves. You can ask them for help if you have nothing to do. Now get lost. Don’t embarrass me when you get back to the city.”
"master..."
Bang.
The old man raised his leg and kicked Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu smiled wryly: "Master, please take care. Your disciple is going down the mountain."
...
After descending the mountain, Ye Qiu walked a hundred miles and finally boarded a bus bound for Qianzhou.
"Five years, a full five years, Qianzhou, I, Ye Qiu, have returned."
Ye Qiu clenched his fists, his heart filled with longing to return home and boundless killing intent.
Five years ago, the Ye family acquired an ancient painting called "The Eight Desolations Map," which attracted countless people who coveted it. People flocked to their door to buy it, and along with it came numerous overt and covert threats, all with the same goal: to force the Ye family to hand over the Eight Desolations Map.
Realizing that the Eight Desolations Map was a hot potato, the Ye family planned to auction it off on the night of Old Master Ye's 80th birthday.
But that night, an unexpected turn of events occurred. The three major families of Qianzhou, who had always been at odds, arrived together and launched an attack, leading their men to storm the birthday banquet.
Ye Qiu witnessed his family members fall one by one into pools of blood, losing their lives.
He himself was slashed thirteen times and was on the verge of death when his master appeared and took him away, making him the only survivor of the Ye family.
“Every single one of your former enemies must die.”
Ye Qiu gritted his teeth and made a silent vow.
After a day and a night, the bus arrived in Qianzhou City.
As soon as Ye Qiu got out of the car, he rushed home.
The once luxurious and grand Ye family villa is now overgrown with weeds.
Ye Qiu pushed open the door with a heavy heart. What he saw was a row of graves standing tall, making the scene even more desolate.
"Grandpa, Father, Mother, Sister, I'm back. I'm back to avenge you."
Ye Qiu knelt down in front of the rows of graves with a thud, his eyes red and he couldn't help but cry.
"Who...who's crying inside?"
Just then, a voice came from outside the door, trembling slightly.
Ye Qiu quickly got up, wiped away her tears, and walked out the door, where she saw a middle-aged man standing outside.
After the middle-aged man saw Ye Qiu's face clearly, his face turned pale, and he trembled in fright: "You...are you a human or a ghost?"
"Uncle Yan, don't be afraid. I am a person, a living person. I am not dead. I didn't expect that after all these years, your family still hasn't moved away."
Yan Jun was his neighbor, and the two families had always had a good relationship.
Yan Jun stared at Ye Qiu in astonishment: "You...you actually escaped that tragedy back then?"
"I escaped by luck, Uncle Yan Jun. Did you handle the funeral arrangements for my family?" Ye Qiu asked.
"It wasn't me, it was Zhao Churan who took charge of the operation under pressure. It's a pity, she's such a good girl," Yan Jun said with a wry smile.
Zhao Churan... Ye Qiu was suddenly startled: "Is she doing well now?"
“Not good.” Yan Jun said in a deep voice, “I was invited to attend a charity gala hosted by the Chen family tonight, but I didn’t expect this gala to be so unusual. The Chen family actually wants to use Miss Chu Ran as an ‘auction item’. I couldn’t stand it and left early.”
Ye Qiu's expression changed: "Where is this charity gala being held?"
"Ye Qiu, don't you dare..."
Before Yan Jun could finish speaking, he found that Ye Qiu had vanished in the blink of an eye, without a trace.
"Could it really be a ghost?"
The Yan army gasped in shock and hastily fled.
...
Inside the lobby on the seventh floor of the Qianxing Hotel, a unique 'auction' is taking place.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Zhao Churan, the daughter of the Zhao family, is absolutely still a virgin. Look at her tender skin and innocent, bright eyes. She is so lovely that I feel sorry for her. If you want to take her home and ravage her, hurry up and bid. The highest bidder will win the beauty's heart."
On stage, a woman in a red cheongsam was shouting into a microphone, a hint of madness flashing in her eyes.
"Chen Yun, you're absolutely insane!" Zhao Churan gritted her teeth, her face filled with despair.
"A madman?" Chen Yun smiled coldly: "Back then, Ye Qiu chose you over me, and I only called you a bitch, and he slapped me. Tsk tsk, what happened after that? Later, his Ye family was wiped out, haha. I'm not afraid to tell you, my Chen family was involved too. I even personally stabbed him thirteen times."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Churan's expression changed drastically: "I never expected you to be so vicious. You will surely die a horrible death."
"Shut up!" Chen Yun slapped Zhao Churan hard across the pretty face, gritting her teeth as she said, "After tonight, you will become a plaything, a pitiful worm to be sold around. Don't even think about dying. If you dare to commit suicide, I'll auction off your mother, or make her make a few pornographic films, or send your father and grandfather to work in the coal mines, making them wish they were dead."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Churan trembled with anger and felt utterly hopeless.
Seeing Zhao Churan's despairing silence, Chen Yun immediately raised her eyes and said loudly, "What are you all waiting for? Such a beautiful woman, with an intoxicating fragrance, is the perfect pet to take home and play with at will."
"I'll offer ten million."
"Thirteen million."
"Fifteen million."
"I'm going to have Zhao's beauty, for twenty million!" an old man with yellow teeth shouted.
The atmosphere at the scene became lively once again.
"The Xiao family elder offered 20 million. Is there anyone offering more than 20 million?"
Chen Yun asked loudly into the microphone.
“Mr. Xiao, you are getting old. Such a beautiful woman should be given to us young people. I will offer forty million.”
A young man stood up with a wicked grin.
"Young Master Zhang has offered forty million. Is there anyone willing to offer more than forty million?"
Chen Yun asked excitedly in a loud voice.
However, at that very second, a loud crash suddenly rang out, as the closed door was smashed open.
Immediately afterwards, a tall, slender figure slowly walked into the hall.
"Chen Yun, you are even uglier than you were five years ago."
He slowly raised his head, revealing a handsome yet cold face, his eyes filled with chilling murderous intent.
Chen Yun stared intently, then turned pale with shock, her voice becoming shrill: "You're Ye Qiu?"
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