For ordinary people without any cultivation, especially women with some beauty, encountering a lustful cultivator usually leads to a very tragic fate.
To sum it up in one sentence, the best outcome is that you leave behind a fortune after you've had your way with her. Usually, after ruining her, you can leave openly and honestly, and the authorities won't dare to interfere. The most tragic ones are those who have the upper hand and then kill the woman as soon as they're done with her.
Such things are commonplace, but as for stories of unwavering love between immortals and mortals, they basically don't exist.
For example, right now Yun Weiwei is being dragged towards a thatched hut by several Haotian Sect cultivators who intend to commit indecent acts against her, but she is powerless to stop them.
As the sect leader of Haotian Sect, Duanmu Long wouldn't care too much about such things. He believed that mortals were like ants and that they should feel honored to be favored by Xuanmen disciples.
Therefore, the sect did not stop its disciples from behaving recklessly, but only instructed them not to spread the word to other sects in the martial arts world so that they would be ridiculed. After all, Haotian Sect was a prestigious sect, and it was necessary to maintain appearances.
Yun Weiwei was in despair. Looking at the four impatient Haotian Sect disciples around her, she felt a pang of sorrow.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
Suddenly, a deep shout interrupted the Haotian Sect disciples' actions.
The group looked up and saw a boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a black robe, carrying a huge, black sword weighing about a hundred pounds, who sternly stopped them.
"Boy, who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of our Haotian Sect!"
Their pleasant activity was interrupted, and the group's expressions were naturally quite unpleasant.
The youth angrily said, "The Haotian Sect is a legitimate sect of the Xuanmen, yet they would do such a shameful thing in broad daylight. How can they live up to the trust of their fellow practitioners?"
Upon hearing this, a young Kalami from the Haotian Sect sneered, "Kid, I advise you to mind your own business. How the Haotian Sect operates is none of your concern, a mere child like you!"
"Haha, you've got your eye on this girl too? How about this, you join us and we can share in the fun."
"Yeah, yeah, let's play together. Anyway, I'm just an ordinary person with no background. It's no big deal if we play."
Hearing their foul language, the young man could no longer contain himself: "Today I understand why the reputation of the Xuanmen sect has been declining day by day. It's all the work of wolves and tigers like you who call yourselves righteous sects! Haotian Sect! You are truly disappointing!"
Upon hearing this, Duanmu Long, who was in the distance, coldly glanced at the boy, as if he were a dead man.
"Damn it, you're asking for it!"
"Kill him!"
The four disciples immediately drew their swords and attacked the boy.
"Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your sect leader!"
The heavy sword was drawn, as if Mount Tai were pressing down; with a single swing, spiritual energy surged forth.
The four disciples felt a surge of energy before their eyes, and in the blink of an eye, they were sent flying, sword and all.
"Young lady, are you alright?"
"Thank you for saving me, young master. May I ask your name?"
Just as the boy was about to speak, he suddenly heard the shouts of Shen Lingfeng, the second elder of the Haotian Sect: "Boy, you dare to hurt my Haotian Sect disciple? Today, I will use your life to seek justice."
Shen Lingfeng leaped forward and unleashed a palm print three zhang long from a distance.
"Young lady, step back!"
The young man held his sword horizontally to his chest and bravely blocked the attack.
Bang!
With a loud bang, a bloodstain spurted from the corner of the boy's mouth, and his tiger's mouth was full of blood. His feet slammed to the ground and he was slid ten feet away.
"Oh? You can withstand one of my palm strikes, kid. You've got some skills."
Shen Lingfeng was slightly surprised, not expecting that the young man could actually withstand his palm strike.
The young man suppressed the surging spiritual energy within him, steadied his trembling hands, and stepped forward, saying, "Your Haotian Sect publicly humiliated an innocent woman; how are you any different from beasts? Am I not allowed to teach you a lesson?"
"Heh, how my Haotian Sect acts is none of your business! I only used 30% of my strength in that palm strike just now. Since you're so arrogant, then take my full-force palm strike!"
The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said arrogantly, "Come on, I also want to see what the Haotian Sect is really capable of!"
"Then so be it!"
Shen Lingfeng immediately activated all his spiritual energy, and a vortex of vast spiritual energy condensed in Shen Lingfeng's palms.
"Young master, you must leave quickly!"
Yun Weiwei knew this move was no simple matter and that the young man had no chance of surviving it, so she quickly urged her to leave.
However, the boy remained stubborn: "I, Xiao Fan, know that my strength is weak, but since I have encountered such illegal things, I must see it through to the end."
After speaking, he activated the spiritual energy around him, condensing it into a heavy sword.
"A mere second-grade Soul Sea Realm cultivator dares to be so arrogant?"
As Shen Lingfeng, a fifth-grade Nirvana Realm cultivator, sensed Xiao Fan's cultivation aura, his face showed even more disdain.
"You can die in peace now that you've been killed by Shen Lingfeng of my Haotian Sect."
With a powerful palm strike, the surrounding air pressure dropped rapidly. Not only Xiao Fan, who was at the center of the storm, but also the disciples of the Haotian Sect felt a suffocating sense of impending doom.
Only Duanmu Long remained indifferent, watching everything with a cold eye, not taking Xiao Fan seriously at all.
As the giant hand descended, Xiao Fan's face was covered in blood, and he was forced to lie flat on the ground by the force of the impact. Yun Weiwei was also shaken so badly that blood kept seeping from her nostrils and eardrums.
"Heavenly Absorption Technique - Collection".
Suddenly, the powerful palm print vanished into nothingness when it was only half a foot away from Yun Weiwei and Xiao Fan.
The low air pressure also vanished without a trace.
"Who goes there!"
Upon seeing the figure blocking their way, Shen Lingfeng exclaimed in surprise.
Duanmu Long, who was in the distance, was also slightly taken aback.
Elder Shen! It's you!
Yun Weiwei recognized the person in front of her at a glance. Who else could it be but Shen Zhao?
Shen Zhao glanced back at the two of them, then looked at Shen Lingfeng: "Old man, bullying the weak by being older, bullying someone across an entire realm, do you still have any shame?"
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