Secret Room, Leng Yulai

As Su Jiu and Leng Yaozhu's figures receded into the distance, the wedding venue fell into silence once more.

"Yun Ming, Leng Wuduan was a member of our Spirit Pagoda. Let me tell you, this matter cannot just end here!"

"I, Qiangu Dongfeng, am laying this out right here today!"

Qiangu Dongfeng felt this was the perfect moment to burnish his reputation. With angry brows and a finger pointed at Yun Ming, his abrupt roar exploded amidst the crowd.

Having said his piece, Qiangu Dongfeng felt satisfied and departed the scene; staying among the likes of Shrek and the Tang Sect always made him feel uneasy.

Yun Ming ignored Qiangu Dongfeng; he was merely a clown jumping on a stage, so he would let him hop about for a few more days.

After casting a glance at Long Yeyue, who was still glaring with wide, angry eyes, he looked back at Zang Xin, who wore a faint smile as if he had permitted some sort of transaction. Finally, he sighed helplessly and put away his Sky-Propping Spear.

This time, it was his own impulsive behavior; he had failed to grasp the situation on the ground immediately, chilling the hearts of others. He would treat these as compensation for them...

Finally, he picked up the betrothal gift registry. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, Star Sword Ye Family, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Northern Plains Wang Family, Central Province Xu Family, South Sea Qi Family... every Title Douluo who had come to attend the wedding was dead. This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for their respective families.

It seemed that after this incident, the landscape of the continent would be reshuffled once again. He wondered what kind of reaction the Star Luo Empire would have upon learning of this situation.

The Holy Spirit Cult, the Holy Spirit Cult!

Yun Ming stared into the clear sky in the distance, his fists clenched tightly. The hatred he felt for the Holy Spirit Cult in his heart had risen to a new level!

Shrek City, Leng Family.

"Old Su, why did you lock Second Sister in the dark room? Second Sister is so pretty, she probably doesn't like the dark room..."

Su Jiu leaned down and pinched Na'er's chubby baby cheeks. The texture was still as good as ever, but Na'er was unhappy. She pulled his hand away and gripped it tightly with both of hers.

Old Su always liked to pinch people's faces, and he was so rough—he didn't know how to cherish the fairer sex. Bad!

A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Na'er, that dark room is called a secret chamber. Sister Yulai did something wrong, and later, Sister Yaozhu is going to go in and give her a good lesson!"

"Of course, if you don't listen to me, Na'er, I'll lock you in the secret chamber and give you a good lesson too. Don't worry, Na'er, it will all be done in the way you like best..."

As Su Jiu spoke, Na'er shook her head like a rattle-drum. Like a little quail, she retreated repeatedly, a trace of fear beginning to surface in her eyes.

"Ol-Old Su, Na'er will be obedient, please don't lock Na'er in the secret chamber..."

By the end, Na'er kicked her short legs and ran off; looking at her, she truly believed him.

"No, no, Na'er doesn't want to be locked in the secret chamber..."

Na'er's bedroom.

"A-Jiu, that's what happened. Old Su wouldn't really do that to Na'er, would he..."

A-Jiu's screen displayed a speechless pixelated expression, and it bumped Na'er's head with a light, measured tap.

"Ouch! A-Jiu, what are you doing?"

"My little Na'er, you aren't even six years old yet. Child abuse violates federal law and is a serious crime, you know?"

"Also, stop letting your imagination run wild and thinking about all these nonsense things. Old Su is actually quite a good person; you could choose to trust him a little more, Na'er..."

Hearing this, Na'er's little expression began to turn incredulous.

"No way, A-Jiu, why are you taking his side? Can Old Su really be considered a good person? He kidnapped both of us here; don't tease Na'er."

Su Jiu, standing opposite, twitched his mouth. Fine, you little ungrateful wolf. There will definitely be a secret chamber package waiting for you later.

"A-Jiu, why aren't you saying anything? Do you also think that what King Na'er said is flawless!"

"Na'er, you must know that for someone who truly treats you well, time will prove it. Please observe carefully and try to feel it with your heart..."

Leng Family secret chamber.

Click-clack.

In the deathly silent, dim secret chamber, the crisp and rhythmic sound of high heels tapping against the floor suddenly rang out.

Leng Yulai, in a light sleep, felt a wave of irritation and struggled to lift her heavy, sore eyelids. Everything her limbs touched felt cold and hard; clearly, she had been firmly restrained.

The blinding white light from the doorway struck suddenly, stinging her eyes with pain.

She endured the discomfort and looked up, only to see a fiery red figure standing in the light.

It... it was Leng Yaozhu!

"Leng Yaozhu! I hate..."

Slap!

A searing, sharp pain suddenly erupted on her face. It took Leng Yulai a long moment to regain her senses.

She had actually been slapped hard by Leng Yaozhu.

She raised her eyes, only to collide with a pair of icy, piercing pupils.

Leng Yaozhu's face was as cold as ice, and those eyes surged with undisguised disgust, as if she were looking at some filthy, wretched trash.

The person before her was so strange that her heart tightened.

"Leng..."

"Smack!"

Another slap landed, striking Leng Yulai so hard she couldn't even finish a single sentence.

After countless slaps, Leng Yulai's cheeks were swollen high, and the gaze she fixed upon Leng Yaozhu grew increasingly venomous.

Leng Yaozhu sighed helplessly; Leng Yulai still possessed quite a bit of backbone, so it seemed that physical punishment alone would not suffice.

"Leng Yulai, let me state this clearly: I do not like Yun Ming at all anymore. I have someone else I like. Believe it or not, that is up to you, and I have no desire to know what you are thinking."

"Don't try to lie—"

"Bang!"

Just as Leng Yulai tried to interject, she felt a sharp pain erupt in her lower abdomen, causing her towering breasts to heave and tremble violently.

At some point, Leng Yaozhu had already slammed a fist into her, forcing a mixture of bile and blood to spray uncontrollably from Leng Yulai's mouth.

"Get this straight: I am not your sister right now, but the head of the Leng Family, and I do not have a sister like you! Without my permission, keep your mouth shut, do you hear me!"

"As a member of the Leng Family, you debased yourself, joined the evil soul masters, and became one of the Four Dark Heavenly Kings. Do you have any idea how much of your mess the Leng Family has had to clean up, or how much ridicule we have suffered from outsiders!"

As her voice fell, Leng Yaozhu violently flung a thick stack of papers into Leng Yulai's face.

It was a list of the innocent victims the Dark Phoenix had personally tortured and killed over the years.

The list was not thick, yet it spanned nearly a thousand pages, each one representing the pillar of a family. The pages scattered with a rustle, covering the entire floor around her feet.

"What, do you think being one of the Four Dark Heavenly Kings of the Holy Spirit Cult is something to be proud of, huh?"

"Mom and Dad were both angered to death because of you, do you know that! Their only dying wish was for you, and they passed away with their eyes wide open—do you know that? It was all because of you! Leng Yulai!"

"I didn't even dare tell you the location of their graves, for fear that if you knew, they would be even more restless..."

After this outburst, Leng Yaozhu roughly pried open Leng Yulai's mouth and forcibly poured an entire bottle of Mental Stimulant down her throat.

This potion forced a person to remain in a state of wakefulness for a long time, making even a moment of peaceful sleep impossible.

The physical pain from earlier was, in the end, far too shallow for her.

Su Jiu had long since instructed that to deal with Leng Yulai, one must lay the cruelest truths out before her eyes, letting her suffer through mental and psychological torment, only then would there be a possibility of her waking up and turning back from the brink.

"Don't harbor any delusions of returning to the Holy Spirit Cult. Since you have fallen into my hands, I will lock you away for the rest of your life. If you don't behave, I wouldn't mind crippling your cultivation, or even killing you!"

Having delivered this ultimatum, Leng Yaozhu exhaled a soft breath and pulled the secret chamber door shut behind her.

The surroundings plunged back into darkness.

In the gloom, a single tear containing endless regret slid silently down, refracting a faint, cold light in the dimness...