Chapter 91

A rock flew and hit the Black Robed Man on the forehead.

The Black Robed Man swallowed his curses, threw down his sack (with a suppressed scream), and drew his sword, aiming straight ahead.

“Who’s there!”

But there was no reply.

As the Black Robed Man stared intently into the shadow ahead, feeling the tension rise in his eyes—

There was a light sound, like something small dropping to the ground.

And then, a strong hand suddenly wrapped around his neck.

Despite his struggles, the blood flow to his brain was cut off, and soon he rolled his eyes back and fainted.

Qing tossed aside the Black Robed Man carelessly and opened the flaps of the abandoned sack.

“Cough.”

“Shhh.”

Qing put a finger near the masked figure and lightly poked toward the outside.

The woman, who had been bound, urgently nodded her head at the simple gesture meant to set her free.

Qing untied the gag and ropes that bound the woman’s arms and legs.

She bent over several times and then stealthily dashed into the darkness of the new moon night.

Qing gathered the gag and ropes and wrapped the sack around his body.

Then, lying there and struggling, he extended his hand to grab the sack ties and awkwardly tied them up.

He gently pushed the tied strings out of the well-sealed entrance, took off the damp and uncomfortable mask, and was fumbling to tie up his limbs with the wet gag when—

The Black Robed Man, who had fainted for a moment, regained consciousness.

As soon as the Black Robed Man opened his eyes, he shot up, looking around and finally noticing the fluttering sack still squirming on the ground, letting out a sigh of relief.

Although a rather unpleasant ambush had occurred, if the result was good, wasn’t that all that mattered?

Determined to take the incident of being ambushed to his grave, the Black Robed Man picked up the sack once again.

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The first Sura Swordmaster believed that human nature was no different from that of a beast.

So they thought, if a human could wield a sword to dominate the world, wouldn’t a beast be even stronger with a sword?

What if a bear wielded a sword? Amazing. Let’s make one.

Thus, the Hundred-Eight Sura Sword was created as a martial art to awaken a person’s hidden beastial nature.

However, the Sura Swordmaster underestimated human nature too much.

Once the beastly instincts took over, the bloodlust would surface like a primal instinct, and soon, only a Flesh Demon would remain.

But they were frighteningly powerful.

Since the beast held a sword, it could only be strong.

So, the Hundred-Eight Sura Sword proudly earned its name as one of the top ten Demonic Arts in the world, with those who mastered it being referred to as Sura Swordmasters.

Throughout history, Sura Swordmasters sought various means to erase this side effect.

The mildest method found among them was inspired by the fact that well-fed beasts do not hunt.

If they bled in advance, wouldn’t they be able to suppress the explosion of their beastial nature?

Eating before getting hungry meant that they wouldn’t feel hunger as time passed; it was that kind of thinking.

Surprisingly, it worked.

Thus, Sura Swordmasters began to regularly crave blood.

However, since a person’s beastly nature isn’t free from their hidden desires, each generation of Sura Swordmasters had slightly different preferences for blood.

The current Sura Sect Leader, Chodungnam, had the cruelest taste among all.

He would engage in savage intercourse with young maidens, taking their pure blood and ripping apart his opponents afterward.

It was so gruesome that the ritual was conducted in a specially sealed place, away from prying eyes.

Besides the Sura Swordmaster himself, no one knew what that brutal intercourse looked like.

And now, a new sacrifice had been thrown into that special location.

—

Ripping apart!

The sack tore open dramatically, revealing the outside.

Qing looked out with wide-eyed surprise.

“Whew, whew.”

And then, he locked eyes with the figure wearing a pitch-black mask.

Qing was startled and cursed without thinking.

It was an all-purpose curse from his hometown, serving as both insult and expression of amazement. Damn!

“Ugh!”

Thanks to the gag in his mouth, the curse didn’t escape.

“Hehe, just stay still. If you listen to me, you’ll be able to go back alive. I know it must feel frustrating with your inner strength sealed. Don’t worry too much about that; it’s because of the Mountain Poison.”

Qing quickly scanned the surroundings.

It was a sealed room.

Everywhere he looked, there were restraints with blood-stained horror that shimmered in the light, and there were several pairs of shackles with chains connected to the walls and tools like whips and clubs scattered on a low platform.

Upon seeing the scene, Qing immediately regretted it.

Oh no. This doesn’t seem right.

This is not an adult film; it’s a slaughterhouse.

I just want to get out of here.

Qing decided to reveal his identity and escape.

He started to push out the gag he was biting on and opened his mouth.

“Sir, I have something to say.”

“Shhh.”

A dagger was suddenly raised under Qing’s chin, stopping him in his tracks.

“The color of your complexion is quite lovely. I never thought such a virgin would still remain in the Divine Sect. I’ll have to reward the one in charge greatly.”

“That—”

“Shhh. That’s enough. If you want to live, keep quiet.”

Qing wanted to live, so for now, he kept his mouth shut.

Then surprisingly, the masked figure loosened the binds on his limbs.

Of course, it was merely a superficial restraint, designed to look good while actually keeping him tied up tightly.

Qing once more attempted to communicate.

“Actually, the girl—”

But the masked man pulled off the cloth he had wrapped around his body, cutting off his words.

Oh no, my eyes!

Qing’s face turned truly horrified.

It would’ve been better if he were naked.

Qing, in his hometown, could brush off a man’s nakedness with indifference while in a bathhouse.

However, donning a black mask and—

Was a truly indescribable horrible outfit.

Then, the masked figure’s eyes widened in excitement.

“Gasp! That expression! Perfect! More, more contempt! Look at me with the eyes of someone looking at garbage! Hurry!”

“That—”

“Good, no need to worry too much. What do you think the reason for hiding my face is? If you satisfy me, not only will you go back safely, but you could also take a pile of gold coins with you.”

“The girl—”

“Here. Take this.”

He handed over the whip in his hand.

It was an unmistakable invitation, and Qing, in a daze, accepted it.

“What is this…?”

“Whew, whew. Hit my body with that. Hurry! I’m an astonishing master, so you don’t need to worry!”

He turned his body around.

Damn, my eyes!

Qing grimaced again.

The sight of a sagging leather-clad body had taken a serious toll on his mental state.

If Qing had been a regular virgin from the Central Plains, he would’ve been at a loss as to what to do in such a disgraceful situation.

However, having lived in an ocean of information and amidst a flood of various sexual preferences, Qing quickly grasped the situation.

This was just some perverted guy with that kind of taste.

“What are you waiting for! Hurry!”

Slap!

Qing decided to play along and swung the whip roughly.

It was a soft leather woven into several strands, made more to sting than to hurt.

“Wow, nice strength! But still not enough! More, hit harder!”

Slap!!

“Harder!”

Slap!!!

“Good! More, more, more!”

Slap!!!!

“Ahhhh… more, more!”

Qing shook his head.

What? You’re planning to brutally rape and then tear apart a virgin?

Knowing such a pathetic situation would get out would make him choose to be labeled a brutal Demonic Lord rapist instead.

After all, this was a place where being cruel wasn’t a big deal.

The Central Plains were conservative.

But if word got out about this incident, he would face not just social ostracism but a social death worse than any brutal punishment.

So he would probably let himself enjoy it all and then seal his mouth afterward.

Qing’s speculation was half-accurate.

Regardless, to suppress the beast nature of the Hundred-Eight Sura Sword, blood needed to be shed, so fulfilling sexual desires led to a brutal slaughter time afterward.

“What are you doing! Faster! Hurry!”

Qing looked down at the squirming Sura Swordmaster on the floor.

Okay, if that’s what you want.

In a demonic cult where the former general members were turned into pure demonic beings, there weren’t any common folk who didn’t know martial arts.

But it seemed the one who mentioned the Mountain Poison had thought all his internal energy was dispersed.

Although he was just a girl with no internal energy, he believed there was no way she could handle a master at the peak of supreme martial arts.

Qing’s hands moved swiftly.

The repeated strikes of the whip were extremely sharp.

The clear back of the Sura Swordmaster received lash after lash, and at some point, his body and legs stiffened, trembling uncontrollably.

“Damn.”

Qing, having played with Master Kang before, knew at least the basics of whip-wielding.

The basics meant injecting internal energy to stiffen or bend, then hit it where you aimed.

Qing raised his True Energy from the Dantian.

The varied energies he had gathered so far surged in like a tsunami.

Qing’s internal strength had already reached a high level even before leaving the Divine Maiden Sect, and with all the demonic energies supplemented from the cult, it was on par with the Realm of Transformation.

Energy surged out of the whip, radiating and bursting forth in all directions like a wildfire.

At this point, it was no longer something that could be called a thread.

It was as thick as a thigh and spread out in a wild form, resembling a forest fire.

“No, this is!”

Although the Sura Swordmaster’s mastery was at the supreme level, he was experiencing the peak state just after being whipped.

When both body and mind lost strength at once, responding quickly would mean he was an extraordinary being beyond human recognition.

Regrettably, he hadn’t reached that threshold yet.

“Too late.”

The whip swept across like a blade.

Deep claw marks were left in the ground.

If a body was placed atop a cutting board, it would be sliced to be sure.

The torso of the Sura Swordmaster was filleted thin like meat.

It was sliced through to the bone, so maybe it could be called something else, but…

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