Wang Wu laughed so hard her whole body shook. Pointing at the old man rolling around on the ground, she said to Xuan Mo, "Look at this old bastard, writhing around like a dying toad. What a pathetic sight! Back in the day, I, your mistress, roamed the Nine Provinces. What kind of demon or monster hadn't I seen? With his pitiful skills, he actually thought he could fight me? He was simply courting death!"
Xuan Mo fawned beside her. "Master is absolutely right! This old bastard overestimated himself. He deserves what happened to him!" As he spoke, he picked up another stone and made as if to smash it down.
The old man was scared witless. He desperately twisted his body, letting out muffled whimpers of pain.
"All right, all right. That's enough." Wang Wu waved her hand. "If you keep playing, this old bastard really will kick the bucket. We still have a use for him."
"Master, how are you planning to deal with him?" Xuan Mo asked curiously.
Wang Wu gave a mysterious smile. "Heh heh. Of course, I'm going to make him contribute whatever he has left. This old bastard is a Void Returning cultivator, after all. He must have plenty of treasures on him. Once he recovers a little, we'll give him a proper 'welcome'!"
Watching this scene from within the North Sea Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng couldn't help shaking his head and laughing bitterly. Wang Wu really was a hopeless miser! Still, he liked it. This was how the Cultivation World ought to be—deceit and treachery, the strong preying on the weak.
Wang Wu nudged the old man with her foot and said impatiently, "Hey, old bastard, stop pretending to be dead! Get up and hand over all your treasures!"
The old man shakily