"You might as well kill me!" Wang Xian weakly shook his head.
"That's not up to you."
Jiang Yun'er straightened up. The smile vanished from her face as she said in a firm voice, "The Yin-Yang Sect never makes a losing deal. Either you pay me back, or you become mine."
Wang Xian tried to say something else, but a wave of agony swept over him, and his consciousness sank completely into darkness.
In his final moments, he seemed to feel something stir within him. A warm current surged from his dantian and flowed through his limbs and bones...
Murong Yu looked at her daughter and shook her head, then asked disdainfully, "What happened before you found him?"
Wang Xian was covered in internal injuries, yet there was no sign of them on the outside.
The more Murong Yu thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
Could those other women have abused Wang Xian?
Jiang Yun'er looked at the unconscious Wang Xian and pursed her lips. "He... He dug a grave deep in the desert and was waiting to die!"
Murong Yu froze, then couldn't help cursing. "A perfectly good innate spirit body, and he went looking for death... Could those women have driven him mad?"
Jiang Yun'er paid no heed to her mother's shock. Instead, she gazed at Wang Xian as if he were a treasure.
Like a greedy young girl who'd spotted a peach ripening on a tree, she beamed with delight.
She secretly rejoiced: Let them fight.
In the end, he'll still be mine. All mine.
When Wang Xian woke again, he found himself lying on a soft bed.
He moved his hands and feet. Thankfully, his bones no longer hurt; they must have healed again.
In their place was a strange, prickling itch, as if