Gu Yan refined two bags, weighing more than two pounds. He smiled and thought it was enough, then went out.
I saw seventeen women bound and gagged; seven of them were fair-skinned, stylishly dressed ladies.
There were also ten young girls, all youthful and beautiful, and they all looked quite similar. The binding technique accentuated their curves from their necks down, making Gu Yan feel a surge of heat and lick his lips.
Then they picked out a noblewoman and two girls, who were none other than the wife and daughter of that good-for-nothing sixth son of the Tian family.
He led them to the house where the Tian family members were, and Gu Yan untied the ropes, relieving the three of them of their strength, and threw them on the ground.
With a wave of his hand, some dust entered the vicinity of the Tian family members.
Breathing.
Suddenly, more than a dozen eyes turned bloodshot, just like when Gu Yan lost control.
They didn't care at all who they were or what their relationship was with them. Of course, it wouldn't have mattered anyway, as they were already unconscious.
The three women closed their eyes in despair, and two streams of tears flowed down their cheeks.
Gu Yan was slightly surprised. This old guy was extraordinary. No wonder he had so many sons. He even suspected that some of his nephews were his sons.
He then locked the door, and within seconds, the screams and cries for help of the three women could be heard, but the sound soon fell silent.
Gu Yan thought to himself as he scanned them with his divine sense. "These guys are pretty good at having fun."
Then, he walked up to the fourteen women of various kinds and said, "Take them all to the hall. I need to practice my skills. Don't let anyone disturb me."
Although these ladies were all in their thirties or forties, they had nothing to do all day, and their well-maintained skin made them even more charming and graceful.
Although it can't compare to Hua Qingyue, eating wild game is still pretty good.
And then there were those pretty young girls, all charming and beautiful. Ever since he became infatuated with Xiaomingyue, he found himself having developed a taste for them as well.
Once inside the hall, Gu Yan set their clothes on fire, burning them completely, including the gags.
"What do you want to do? We'll give you money, however much you want, please let us go," a rather composed noblewoman said, but her eyes were still filled with panic.
Gu Yan picked up the beautiful woman in her late thirties and sighed, "Women from wealthy families are different. They have nothing else to do but spend money to take care of themselves."
However, he got off easy. He then activated his cultivation technique, and the woman immediately felt dizzy and fainted again after a few minutes.
Twenty minutes later, Gu Yan stood up, while the noblewoman slowly withered away.
Having exhausted all energy and with his soul incomplete, he then approached a little girl who bore a striking resemblance to the noblewoman from before.
He pulled her into his arms and said with a wicked smile, "Don't be afraid, brother. You'll be able to see your mom and dad soon."
...
Around 3 p.m., Gu Yan stretched, pushed open the door and went out. There were more than a dozen mummified corpses lying in the hall.
With a single slap, he collapsed the entire house, and then headed towards the Tian family.
When Gu Yan opened the door, he found three people still breathing. One was the patriarch of the Tian family, another was someone he had seen at the auction, who seemed to be the second son of the Tian family, and the third was the eldest son of the Tian family. The rest of them lay on the ground, their faces pale.
Of the three women, only the noblewoman was still conscious. The other two were lifeless, covered in bruises, and had tear stains on their faces, indicating they had been crying for an unknown amount of time.
The wealthy woman's mental state had collapsed; she was being bullied by her husband, nephew, and brothers.
She sat up slightly, and a ticking sound began to emanate from her hair. Pointing at Gu Yan, she said, "You devil, you will die a horrible death. You will be punished sooner or later."
Gu Yan glanced at the noblewoman and then flicked a wisp of spiritual energy to end her life.
He shook the soul-summoning banner, and several beams of white light flew in; those that no longer had flesh and energy were confiscated.
Looking at the three men, old, middle-aged, and young, whose eyes were glazed over, he realized that there was no yang energy left in their bodies, which meant that their Tian family line had ended.
However, that old man was truly unexpected; he was indeed vigorous despite his age.
Then he was about to leave the manor with his maids when suddenly a Maserati drove in. Hua Qingyue immediately threw a bone sword, which stuck into the tire.
The car suddenly stopped, and then Jie Yu Ruoli brought out the woman inside. She was a familiar face, the woman in the black dress from the auction that day, with those E-cup eyes—she was absolutely certain.
When we were counting heads just now, there were only seven ladies. With her, there are exactly eight.
Su Rong was stunned. She was the second wife of the eighth son of the Tian family. At noon, she was looking at male models with her sisters in a nearby market when she suddenly received a call from her husband and rushed over. She never expected to encounter such a thing.
Gu Yan flicked out a Bewitching Insect, which flew into her ear and began to tumble. The other women saw this but didn't say anything; instead, they led her to the carriage.
They had been through it too; every woman who experienced this eventually became one of their sisters.
Gu suddenly had an idea: let them drive back themselves, since they would definitely drive back anyway.
Its wings opened, and it transformed into a golden light, flying away.
The women exchanged glances, and Xiying got into the driver's seat, leading her sisters home.
When Gu Yan arrived at the warehouse, he found a thousand cattle and sheep inside. Then, there was a series of whooshing sounds. Gu Yan put all the flesh and blood into his insect-raising space and flew towards the villa.
He flew to the villa in just a few minutes. The women hadn't returned yet, which was understandable; how could a car compare to his wings? He then tossed his tattered clothes aside.
These wings are great in every way, except they're a bit strange, and they also tear up clothes every time they open.
Then he sat down on the sofa and started watching the replay of the talent show, his mind constantly on those big E-cups.
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