"Appraising" Techniques (First Update)

Bam! The stockade gate was shoved open, and a thin man walked in. He wore a red robe that looked as if it had been dyed in blood, and cursed as he entered. "What the hell kind of godforsaken place is this? There's nothing here!"

With his back to him, the red-robed man standing before a wooden post said coolly, "Save your breath. We still have to guard this place for three months before we rotate out. There are so many tribes nearby—you can do whatever you want with them. Isn't that better than staying at headquarters?"

A terrified-looking youth was tied to the post in front of the speaker. Silver needles were stuck all over his body, as if someone were tattooing some strange pattern onto him.

The thin man glanced at his Senior Brother. "The women in those tribes are all crude. They're only good for a bit of fun and making into vessels. How could they compare to our Senior Sisters and Junior Sisters, with their bewitching charms? Unlike you, I don't only like practicing my skills."

The red-robed man let out a chuckle. "They're alluring, sure, but they can eat you alive! Junior Brother Xiao, you don't understand what it means to enjoy yourself. Those heart-rending screams, those moans steeped in agony—what woman could compare? Listen, just listen..."

As he spoke, his eyes burned with excitement. He took out a blood-red dagger, his movements extraordinarily careful, as if he were performing a most sacred ritual.

The youth howled and struggled with all his might, but the more he did so, the more elated the red-robed man became. His eyes shone with excitement, and his body seemed to tremble.

As the screams rang out again and again, the thin man wore a look of pleasure, feeling that