Although he had cultivated to this level, and his body was already extraordinary, even ordinary things could hardly hurt him in the slightest without him using his cultivation to resist them. But if he did not use his cultivation to defend himself, he could still feel it when he was beaten, and it still hurt when it was supposed to hurt. After all, he was not dead. Besides, Yue Qianchou was also a cultivator. He did not hold back when beating him, and the Nether Iron Wolf-fang Club was fairly sturdy as well. Wei Chunqiu's fate was easy to imagine.
After a long while, the wails and howls within Jade Palace finally ceased. With his hair in wild disarray like weeds, Wei Chunqiu crouched naked in a nook of Jade Palace, covering his shame with both hands as he timidly raised his bruised and swollen face for a peek.
The Nether Iron Wolf-fang Club had been mangled beyond recognition. Leaning on it, Yue Qianchou panted lightly, the anger in his heart finally vented. It had been a long time since he had felt this good; he felt considerably lighter all over. He rolled his neck, stared at Wei Chunqiu, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Serve me for a hundred years. When those hundred years are up, I'll return your inner core to you. Of course, if you perform well, I might give it back after ten or twenty years. What do you think?"
Curled up in the corner, Wei Chunqiu said with boundless resentment, "Do I have a choice?"
"No." Yue Qianchou rejected that cleanly and decisively. Then he flung away the deformed wolf-fang club in his hand. With a clanging screech, it flew to the other end of the hall. He clapped his hands, signaling that he was