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Chapter 77: Bloodlust Boiling! Bloody Path!
"Jiao Sheng, are you sure we should just leave them like this? Starving them like this—won’t they die? We spent a good deal of silver on these girls. If even one of them dies, the deputies won’t forgive us."
In a dimly lit room, a Kuai Hua Village henchman asked nervously.
"Relax," the painted Semi-Old Woman purred, her voice sharp and brittle. "I’ve dealt with this before. These girls are stubborn—won’t break until they’re completely hollowed out. If we don’t break their defiance before they’re sold off, their tempers will flare when customers come. That’s when real trouble starts."
"Right, right... You’re so experienced, Jiao Sheng. Who doesn’t know you were once the flower of Chunyue Pavilion? Naturally, you know far more than us common folk."
The henchman flattered her, grinning.
"Indeed," added another, bowing slightly. "Look at how well-behaved the girls are now after your training. It’s all thanks to your skill, Jiao Sheng."
"Hahahaha... You two little rascals, you know how to flatter," she cackled, her laughter grating and shrill. Her face, thick with makeup, trembled as if the paint might crack off.
But then—silence.
Her laughter cut off abruptly.
A blade tip emerged from her chest, piercing her through completely.
"Jiao Sheng? What’s wrong?"
The two henchmen blinked, stunned. She had gone silent without warning.
Then they saw it—her body was flung backward, slamming into the stone wall opposite. Blood sprayed across the floor. She collapsed, lifeless.
From behind her, a figure stepped forward.
"Who—?!"
Now, the henchmen understood. Intruders.
But before they could react, a flash of steel sliced through the air—two swift cuts across their throats.
The men tried to scream, but no sound came. They clutched their throats, eyes wide with terror, collapsing to the ground. Blood seeped from between their fingers. Their gazes dimmed, life fading.
The sudden violence was shocking—too fast, too brutal.
Yet, in the room, only one girl screamed—a newly arrived captive, terrified beyond words.
The others—huddled in the shadows—had long since learned to stay silent. No matter what happened, they didn’t dare cry out.
The girl shrieked once, then suddenly realized her mistake. She clamped her hand over her mouth, trembling, eyes wide with fear.
Lu Qing stood motionless after killing the three men. His face showed no joy—only cold stillness.
With near-night vision, he could see clearly the dim corner behind the thick iron bars.
There were seven or eight girls chained there. Their ages ranged from eight to no more than sixteen. All were emaciated, their hair matted, faces hollow—like ghosts, not girls.
They stared at him, terrified, silent.
Lu Qing didn’t know how to comfort them.
He only said, "Stay still. Don’t move. I’ll come back for you soon."
He turned, closed the door behind him, and stepped outside.
Under the bright lights of the night, his gaze was icy.
He had just killed three monsters—but the blood in his veins burned hotter than before.
The sight of those girls—broken, starving, trapped—made him think of Han Wu’s mission today: to capture Xiao Yan.
He shuddered, imagining what would’ve happened if he hadn’t been strong enough.
If Xiao Yan had been taken here… what horrors would she have endured?
"Xiao Li," he murmured after a long silence. "Can you sense where the strongest one in this village is?"
Xiao Li tilted her head, then pointed silently toward one direction.
Lu Qing followed the gesture.
There—right in the center of the compound, standing tallest among the huts, was a grand wooden tower.
"So it’s there, huh?" Lu Qing gripped his blade, stepping forward.
This time, he didn’t hide.
The fire in his chest—the raging bloodlust—demanded to be unleashed.
He activated his Abilities and strode straight toward the tower.
Suddenly, two men emerged from the corner, carrying lanterns and wooden staves, patrolling.
They froze at the sight of Lu Qing—blade in hand, a strange little creature perched on his shoulder.
"Stop! Who are you?!"
The warning was barely out when Lu Qing moved.
A blur.
He slipped between them in an instant.
Then—two heads flew into the air.
The bodies collapsed, limbs twitching, blood spraying.
Lu Qing didn’t look back. He kept walking.
After another few dozen steps, a man stormed out from the tower’s direction, muttering curses under his breath.
"Damn it… impossible… I’ll get my revenge…"
He didn’t look up until he nearly collided with Lu Qing.
"Hey! Move it, can’t you see I’m—"
He lifted his head, then froze.
His eyes locked onto the blade in Lu Qing’s hand.
His mouth opened—then snapped shut.
Like a duck with its throat slit, no sound came.
Lu Qing stared at the bald patch on the man’s head—the one he’d heard about earlier.
No hesitation.
A flick of his wrist.
Another head flew.
Lai Zi Tou—no chance to beg, no chance to plead.
Just a single, swift cut.
Lu Qing sidestepped the spray of blood, continuing forward.
Now, the tower was just ahead.
At its base, two guards stood, weapons in hand, watching the entrance.
They saw him, panicked, and sprinted toward him.
"Hey! What are you doing?!"
This time, Lu Qing didn’t draw his blade.
Instead, he crouched low.
Then—explosion.
His body surged with power. His feet cracked the stone ground, leaving deep imprints. He vanished from sight—reappearing in an instant, a blur of motion.
Before the guards could even react, he slammed into them.
Two sharp cracks—bone shattered.
They flew backward, crashing through the wooden door, crashing into the interior.
The impact sent the entire tower trembling. Screams erupted from within.
Lu Qing stepped through the wreckage, entering the hall.
Xiao Li was gone—vanished from his shoulder.
Inside, the first floor was vast—once a gambling den, now a scene of chaos.
The central table, once filled with dice and chips, was crushed beneath the bodies of the two guards.
Gamblers and half-dressed girls scrambled to the sides, screaming in terror.
All eyes turned to him.
Then—above, a voice cut through the air, thick with rage.
"Who dares disrupt my Kuai Hua Village?!"
Lu Qing looked up.
From the second floor, a group descended—most notably, a towering figure leading the way.
Lu Qing smiled.
"Me," he said, voice calm. "The one who’s here to kill you all."
(End of Chapter)
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