What a Dependable Home

He Xi sneered and kept the remaining spars into the ring safe. For the remaining spars, they were only worth around three million Yuan Jings—Zhang Dezhong had actually lost two million in mere two days.

As his mental state was hypnotized, Zhang Dezhong knelt on the floor dumbly; and his entire person became silly as his lips were still watering with saliva. Due to his extreme fear, the sh*t and pee that he produced were as smelly as ever. He looked even more pitiful than beggars by the streets.

The eyes that He Xi stared at him with were not filled with hatred, but they were as cold and sinister as a sharp, venomous knife as they shone in a dark purple shade.

Her palms lightly pressed against Zhang Dezhong's back. With a spit of her internal energy, the invisible needles that were originally jabbed into Zhang Dezhong's brain had returned to her hands.

Almost immediately, there was a dagger in her hands; and she speedily cut across all of Zhang Dezhong's meridians and throat.

Amidst the mist, fresh blood was spurt everywhere; and his howls echoed through the air.

Yes, Zhang Dezhong had regained his consciousness. He looked at He Xi in fear, and his eyes no longer had vengeance but were left with hopelessness and plea.

He Xi had even raised the blood-stained dagger to her eyes. She gently touched the blood, smiling casually, "Manager Zhang, aren't you very interested in selling people off to become slaves? I'll let you experience it personally."

"Ah…! Ah…!" Manager Zhang wanted to scream and beg for mercy, but he discovered that he could not make any sound or move his body that had its veins cut.

He Xi smiled even more delightfully. Even if her face had the yellow-candle disguise, she still looked very charming. "Are you scared from seeing all the blood on the floor? You're a cultivator, and your body has nourishment from your spiritual powers. This small wound will not kill you. However, I've cut all your meridians. For the rest of your life, you can forget about moving and talking."

Manager Zhang's two eyes protruded out like a dead fish's, and his entire body erupted into a spasm due to his horror. His eyes were filled with pleas as if he was saying, "Kill me! Kill me!"

"Manager Zhang, don't be anxious. Back then, you didn't kill me; why would I bear to kill you now? Are you worried that you won't fetch a good price at the butcher market after you've become a handicap? Hehe, why would that happen?"

Laughing casually, He Xi went forward two steps and looked down at him from above. Every word she spat out echoed within his body. "In the butcher market, there are plenty of people who want to experiment with warriors' bodies, and there are also people who need this kind of 'guinea pig' to be a vessel and remove the impurities and venom in their spars and spiritual plants. Manager Zhang, for your next life, you only need to lie down on a bed; and other people will feed you and serve you. Shouldn't you thank me for giving you such a dependable home?"

As the spiritual influence in the air was very thin, warriors all needed to use spars and spiritual plants to enhance their cultivation. However, most spars and spiritual plants have impurities and venom so they could not be used limitlessly. One had to remove the impurities inside them while they absorb the spiritual influence. This way, it will definitely affect the warriors' body; and it would also slow down their cultivation practice.

Hence, some wealthy people thought of the concept of 'guinea pig'. The 'guinea pig' would first absorb the spiritual influence in the spars and use the poisonous spiritual plants; then, the owners would directly absorb the spiritual influence from the 'guinea pigs' bodies. This way, there would be no side effects; and they could quicken their cultivation speed.

As for how painful and pitiful it would be for the 'guinea pig' slaves when their bodies were brimming with impurities and poison, it was not part of the owners' considerations.

Zhang Dezhong opened his mouth and made a 'ka, ka' sound. Blood tears dropped from his eyes, and he had lost all hope.

Never had he imagined that a moment of greed would land him in such a state. If he knew… if he had known…