Taught a Lesson

"Young lady, please stop at once!"

Tang San was being chased all over this dark space by the woman in the black dress.

What surprised him, however, was that he felt not a hint of fatigue despite running for so long.

"Little brat, don't run!"

"This lady will make sure to cherish you well..."

The woman in the black dress held a black leather whip, cackling as she pursued Tang San.

"I have no grudges or enmity with you!"

"No grudges, is it..."

"Crack! (Sound of a whip!)"

"Ah!"

"Why must you lash me like this?"

"Lashing, is it..."

"Crack!"

"Ah~"

"You have brought this death upon yourself!"

"Brought death upon myself, is it..."

"Crack, crack, crack... (x9178)"

"Ah... ah..."

"I was wrong..."

"Where were you wrong?"

"Crack..."

"Ah!"

Tang San gritted his teeth against the pain, his brain spinning frantically.

What should he do!

He never imagined such a madwoman would be at the bottom of Ghost Sorrow Cliff; had he known, he never would have jumped.

The moment this madwoman saw him, she had started whipping him.

He couldn't fathom where he had offended her to warrant such a vicious assault.

Tang San had tried to fight back, but for some reason, he couldn't access his Mysterious Heaven Skill internal energy.

He couldn't use a single technique that relied on internal energy, not even Purple Demon Eye or Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

He had attempted to use martial arts to counterattack, but he couldn't even touch the hem of her dress.

And she only whipped him harder for it...

Could this madwoman be a professional assassin hired by the Tang Sect to execute him?

One with some sort of shameful fetish, at that!

Furthermore, to be able to seal his internal energy without a sound, her strength must be formidable.

He had been whipped so many times that he should have been flayed and bleeding profusely by now.

Yet, the reality was that his body remained completely unscathed; it just hurt.

This was far too absurd...

Given the current situation, he certainly couldn't win a fight.

But if he didn't do something, this madwoman wouldn't stop.

Since that was the case, he had no other choice...

With that thought, Tang San immediately knelt, squeezing out the most sincere expression of his life.

"Young lady... I truly know I was wrong this time!"

The whip the woman in the black dress was about to swing paused, her purple eyes staring straight at Tang San as if she were looking at a toy.

"Then tell me, exactly where were you wrong? If you get it right, I'll let you rest for a while."

Tang San blurted out, "I was wrong to steal the Tang Sect's supreme mental cultivation method, and I was wrong to jump off Ghost Sorrow Cliff to seek my own end..."

As he finished, he finally let out a sigh of relief. These two things were the greatest mistakes he had ever made in his life.

Whatever this madwoman was talking about, it had to be one of these.

The woman in the black dress laughed this time. "You stole your cultivation method, so what does that have to do with me?"

"You jumped your jump, and I whip my whip. As you humans often say, those are two separate matters."

With that, she raised her whip once more and swung it down viciously...

A long time passed once more.

The woman in the black dress gazed at Tang San, who lay on the ground with a vacant stare, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Ten thousand years, finally, a bit of revenge has been exacted..."

She retracted her leather whip and hung it at her waist. She had found this whip on the ground when she first arrived here.

She assumed it had been left behind by that God of Fire, though, come to think of it, this whip was truly miraculous.

No matter how viciously she lashed out, it would only make Tang San suffer agonizing pain without leaving a single mark on his body.

Tang San lay on the ground, feeling utterly powerless, and began to question the meaning of his existence.

That whip was truly wicked; even the most venomous hidden weapons of the Tang Sect could not compare to even one percent of its cruelty.

He could no longer remember how many lashes he had endured, but it was certainly no fewer than ten thousand.

"Little brat, I'm a bit tired. We shall continue tomorrow."

The woman in the black dress felt refreshed and invigorated; from now on, she would discipline Tang San severely every single day.

She would make him truly feel the pain she had endured for these past ten thousand years.

With those words, the woman in the black dress vanished from this space...

"What? You want to continue tomorrow!!!"

"You mad woman! You have already invited the path of death!!!"

Tang San sprang up instantly. "No, I cannot just sit here and take it. I must do something to get rid of her..."

On the other side.

Feng Yan had already arrived at a height of one thousand meters above Star Luo City, the capital of the Star Luo Empire.

According to the original descriptions, the White Tiger Duke Mansion was located fifty miles northwest of Star Luo City.

For Feng Yan, this distance was nothing more than a fleeting moment.

His divine sense began to blanket the entire city, and he suddenly felt a touch of sentimentality.

Ten thousand years had passed since he last visited this place.

In those ten thousand years, the Star Luo Empire had long since changed hands, shifting from the White Tiger Dai Clan to the Star Crown Xu Clan.

Beyond that, there was one other thing that was different.

That was the presence of many dark-skinned people from the Sun Moon Empire within the city, which caused him a slight sense of displeasure.

Because of his experiences in his past life, he felt a natural sense of disgust toward this group.

However, it was merely displeasure; as long as they did not provoke him, he would not bother to take action over such a trivial matter.

Feng Yan's divine sense finally locked onto the Starlight Auction House. If he remembered correctly, the Gold of Life belonging to Dai Zhongxian was obtained here.

To someone like him, who frequently "farmed" the Goddess of Life for loot, this item was somewhat lackluster.

But he still had his daughter, Wutong; as a father, he had to consider his child.

Fine... he admitted it... in truth, he simply did not want Dai Zhongxian to obtain this opportunity.

The Starlight Auction House was situated in the most prosperous street of Star Luo City, but from the outside, the building did not appear very large.

Yet, Feng Yan could sense that there was a world within; the building on the surface was merely an entrance.

Inside, there were not only several layers of soul tool defensive arrays, but even several Titled Douluo were stationed there in secret.

Hmm... mere ants, not worth worrying about.

His divine sense continued to delve deeper, sweeping past various auction items... ten thousand year soul bones, rare metals, top-tier soul tools...

And... that Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife.

"Dai Zhongxian, oh Dai Zhongxian!"

"In return for me gifting you a soul ring... pfft! I mean, a wife, I shall take this opportunity for Wutong instead..."

Having said that, Feng Yan's figure flickered and vanished from the thousand-meter-high sky.

The next moment, he appeared at the entrance of a teahouse opposite the Starlight Auction House.

Passersby were startled by Feng Yan's sudden appearance, but they merely moved aside silently, none daring to speak easily.

The Starlight Auction House had received a batch of extremely precious treasures today.

It was rumored that the three top powers of the continent—Shrek, the Body Sect, and Mingde Hall—had all sent representatives, not to mention other factions like the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

The person before them was certainly not weak; he might even be a Titled Douluo.

And since many Titled Douluo were eccentric, it was best not to attract their attention.

Feng Yan walked into the teahouse, found a seat by the window, and ordered a pot of their most expensive tea.

The tea was clear and cool, with a lingering sweetness, not bad at all.

It was just that it couldn't quite compare to the taste of the Life Essence Liquid from the Goddess of Life.

Hmm...

That was the proper Life Essence Liquid...

Of course, Feng Yan had also tasted the improper kind...