"The... Ninth Master!" Two-in-One!
Old Devil had chosen not to stay in Guardian Hall, making it easier to torment those eight fellows.
Instead, he lived in the large courtyard of a recently purged aristocratic family within the city.
Old Devil had requirements for his living quarters—and very high ones at that.
Pavilions, towers, elegant surroundings, rockeries, ponds, and babbling streams... Everything had to be there!
Yet in such an elegant, picturesque courtyard, Old Devil had actually dug a gigantic cesspit beside the training ground.
This was something Xue Huanhuan and the other seven found extremely difficult to understand.
However, as soon as the cesspit took shape, they immediately understood: it was meant to hang them over! Put simply, this damn thing had been built specifically for the eight of them—a living hell!
Being ordered to toil away and personally build a super cesspit just to torment themselves, every one of them regretted it so deeply that their intestines felt swollen.
As for the place where Old Devil lived, it was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.
He normally never came near the cesspit, monitoring them with his spiritual sense instead.
But that barbed whip could suddenly come flying out of nowhere at any moment.
One lash, one burst of pain. Their muscles and nerves contracted, their spiritual energy fell into disorder, and with a gurgle-gurgle, their heads plunged straight into the filthy water. If they struggled a couple of times or let out a scream, the experience became even more "refreshing"...
Once someone began vomiting, they would basically keep vomiting for the entire day. Each time they vomited, their spiritual energy became unbalanced, and they would continue plunging downward with repeated plops as the rope's elasticity snapped them back and forth...
They had to coordinate their entire bodies, keep their