Zhao Min ordered the guards to drag Song Qingshu out. The other members of the Wudang Sect in the cell angrily tried to resist.
But what use were they after losing all their martial arts? The guards beat them up before they finally behaved.
Song Qingshu was dragged out like a chick.
Zhao Min drew the sword at her waist and held it against Song Qingshu's neck.
Song Qingshu was so frightened that he wet himself on the spot, kneeling and kowtowing as he begged for mercy.
When Zhou Zhiruo saw how spineless he was, she was so disgusted that she could not be bothered to look at him.
The Wudang Sect had also lost all face because of this, leaving them too ashamed to show themselves.
Jiang Siming whispered a few words into Zhao Min's ear. Zhao Min revealed a mischievous, impish smile.
After Jiang Siming finished speaking, he left with the three women.
Before Zhao Min left, she gave the guards in the tower some instructions.
Not long after the four of them left, Song Qingshu's agonized screams rang out from inside the tower.
He did not die, but he had become a eunuch.
Jiang Siming stayed in the capital, temporarily residing at Green Willow Manor while waiting for the various sects to send over their ransom.
These past two days had been incredibly satisfying for Jiang Siming. With one dragon playing with three phoenixes, he spent every day indulging in debauchery. Life could not have been better.
It had even caused Jiang Siming's Golden Core stage cultivation to rise considerably.
He was now close to reaching the mid-stage of the Golden Core stage.
In less than two days, the various sects had all sent treasures worth two hundred thousand gold. After receiving them, Jiang Siming had Zhao