"Tsk, tsk, look—these all document your exploits."
Of course, the six men from the back mountain had recorded everything, so naturally, their faces weren't captured.
But the main lead, Yu Xiaogang? His face was unmistakably front and center.
There had to be at least tens of thousands of memory crystals in here. If even a few were leaked, Yu Xiaogang would become infamous across the entire continent.
As the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, how could he afford such a scandal? If word got out, even his family's reputation would be dragged through the mud.
"Beast! You beast! You're a beast!"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's hysterical screams, Bibi Dong remained calm.
Death was too light a punishment for him. No—she wanted him to scramble for scraps like a starving stray dog, to let the entire continent witness his disgrace.
Didn't he love the spotlight? Didn't he pride himself on being a master of theory? Then she'd make sure to utterly crush his fragile ego.
"So, you admit it. You killed Fu Ye."
The moment Fu Ye's name was spoken, an overwhelming murderous aura erupted from Bibi Dong. Though only a Level 68 Soul Emperor, the bloodlust radiating from her was terrifying.
"Hahaha! Fu Ye? That lowly trash whose tendons I sliced and whose tongue I cut out?"
"Yes, Bibi Dong, I killed him! I severed his tendons with my own hands! I carved out his tongue piece by piece with a sword!"
Yu Xiaogang, now resigned to his fate, no longer held back. He wanted to provoke her—to make her kill him quickly.
"Hah… So, he suffered like that. Good."
Bibi Dong retrieved a few more crystals—each one recording Yu Xiaogang's furious confession, his twisted face etched into them forever.
"Yu Xiaogang, you've finally let the truth slip. Did you know? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been pressuring Spirit Hall relentlessly. They demanded solid evidence—or else I'd have to release you today."
A cold, triumphant smile curled on her lips.
Yu Xiaogang's blood ran cold. His entire body locked up as if plunged into an abyss of ice.
"No! I didn't kill anyone! I don't know any Fu Ye! I don't know anything!"
Panic seized him. In an instant, he went from defiant arrogance to utter despair, sinking into darkness.
His own words were now irrefutable proof—especially since they'd been recorded.
If these recordings, alongside the footage of him being violated by six men, reached the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, even his own father, Yu Yuanzhen, would disown him on the spot, banishing him from the Clan forever.
Yu Xiaogang had been holding a winning hand—yet he'd foolishly played his trump card too soon. Now, the man who once thought himself a master tactician was nothing but a pitiful clown.
Ignoring his sobs, Bibi Dong turned to the six burly men. She placed a purple card on the table.
"30,000 gold soul coins—your payment for the last six months. You're dismissed."
The men exchanged glances before bowing deeply.
"Thank you, Saintess!"
They took the cards and marched out in unison. Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang could only curse himself in silence—too late.
Bibi Dong had already secured everything with the memory crystals.
"You four—enter."
At her command, four towering figures, each over two meters tall, squeezed through the door (yes, squeezed—their builds were that massive).
The moment they spotted Yu Xiaogang strapped to the iron frame, their eyes lit up with hunger.
These were the back-mountain men Bibi Dong had specially recruited. Their exaggerated physiques were perfect for breaking someone like Yu Xiaogang—a man all bark and no bite.
Even better? Among them were a support-type and a healing-type Soul Master. Bibi Dong had paid a fortune for their services.
"Saintess!"
Though they were eager to "greet" the bound prisoner, their respect for the Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden—their generous employer—came first.
"You have one year. Torture him as you please. Just ensure he doesn't die—but never lets him rest easy. The inner chambers are yours for lodging. Food and drink will be delivered. No one leaves until the year is up."
Yu Xiaogang's last flicker of hope snuffed out. He was finished.
"After the year ends, each of you earns 10,000 gold soul coins. Understood?"
The four men exchanged stunned glances—this was too good to be true!
"We swear to fulfill Your Highness's orders!"
"Seconded!"
"Seconded +1!"
"Seconded +2!"
Satisfied, Bibi Dong turned to leave—but not without a final remark:
"Oh, and one more thing… He's the young master of the current Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Head."
The moment the door shut, a blood-curdling scream tore from Yu Xiaogang's throat.
"AHHH—! Bibi Dong, you—!"
His cries were abruptly muffled.
"Lao Wang, stuff your socks in too. This brat's mouth is too loud—mine aren't enough."
And so, Yu Xiaogang's "enlightenment journey" began anew.
Later That Night,
Bibi Dong sat alone in the garden, the cool night breeze brushing past as she leaned against the stone wall, gazing at the bright moon.
"Brother Fu Ye… I've finally avenged you."
Her whisper was soft but laced with venom.
"I'll make his life worse than death. I'll sever his tendons one by one, flay his flesh piece by piece… and force-feed it to stray dogs right before his eyes."
Qian Xunji, watching from the shadows, frowned. His disciple still hadn't moved on, even after a year.
At least her cultivation hadn't stagnated—rising from Level 65 to 68 in mere months. Such talent was astonishing, even to him.
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