Unbeknownst to them, the boy's fortune was slowly being devoured by the Buddhist disciple.
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Nestled among a group of mountains.
A mystical aura permeated the air, as if riding on clouds and mist.
Inside a house atop a small hill, a man in blue robes looked at the woman kneeling before him with a playful smile.
The woman had disheveled hair and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes were lifeless, as if empty.
The man in blue slowly raised his foot and kicked the woman.
He arrogantly stepped on the other person's face.
"How dare someone like you call yourself a prodigy? You're not even qualified to be my maid. Get out of here, and don't ever call yourself my slave again, understand?"
The woman was kicked out of the room. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, like a walking corpse. Her Dao heart, like the kick that had just stepped on her face, was crushed along with her self-esteem.
Unbeknownst to them, all the luck surrounding the woman was devoured by the man in green.
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Inside a gatehouse.
The ancient blue-green ground of the Taoist temple was splattered with blood.
A man in a gray Taoist robe grabbed another man by the neck with one hand, his murderous intent undisguised. All around them lay disciples dressed in Taoist robes.
The man's face contorted in pain. The surrounding disciples' life force dissipated.
The man in the gray Taoist robe had a smile on his lips.
"Now that you have no protection from the world, killing you is as easy as an ant. Go in peace. I will preside over this gate for you."
The man's face gradually turned blood red as his neck was being choked.
The person's internal organs had begun to decay.
for a long time.
Blood began to flow from his facial features.
Unconsciously, all his luck was transferred to the gray-haired Taoist.
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In a small town.
The house was adorned with red silks and satins, making it clear at a glance that someone was getting married.
But there was no bustling activity as one might have imagined; instead, it was as silent as death.
A beautiful figure dressed in red was clinging tightly to the back of a plain-looking young man.
The simple-looking boy was shirtless, his expression timid, and he dared not offer the slightest resistance.
The woman in red kicked the boy again, breaking his spine and paralyzing his lower body.
"What class do you have that you dare to marry me? Don't forget your place. If you're a lapdog, then lie down on the ground and bark like a dog."
The unassuming young man clenched his fists; he could no longer feel his lower body, only pain, excruciating pain.
With each humiliating bark of a dog, tears welled in his eyes.
Unbeknownst to them, the young man's fortune was gradually eroded by the woman in red.
...
Deep within the Earth.
Xiao Sheng had started to tremble.
They... have begun to steal their own luck.
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