Ning Rongrong has matured, and killed Ji Feng

Her flat stomach, her small, delicate navel.

The waistband of her skirt sat at her hipbones.

Leaving a slender strip of her waist exposed.

Right there on that fair skin.

Was a faint red mark.

The impression left by the rope that had bound her.

Like a petal fallen onto snow.

Striking to the eye, and yet unsettling.

Farther down.

Her short skirt covered the most intimate parts.

Her legs were tightly crossed with tension.

The skin of her thighs gleamed in the dim light.

Her calves were slender, her ankles delicate.

She had no shoes on.

She had kicked them off at some point.

Barefoot, she stood on the cold stone floor.

Her toes curled up with tension.

Her whole body curled into a tiny ball.

Like a startled little beast.

"Ji Feng!"

At last, Ning Rongrong's voice trembled.

"Y-you, don't come any closer!"

Her eyes were red.

But her teeth were still clenched.

Her lovely face was flushed crimson.

Shame, fear, humiliation.

All sorts of feelings mingled in her eyes.

But even so.

She still didn't beg for mercy.

Ji Feng crouched down to meet her gaze.

His face showed no emotion.

His eyes were deep as a pool.

He reached out.

And gripped her chin.

Forcing her to raise her head.

"You said this place was the territory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"You thought that meant I wouldn't dare touch you?"

Ning Rongrong was forced to tilt her head back and look at him.

At last, tears welled in her eyes.

"You... you'll regret this..."

Her voice already carried a sob.

Ji Feng released her chin.

His fingers slid down her cheek.

Then along her neck and over her collarbone.

His fingertips were rough.

They sent a shiver across her delicate skin.

Ning Rongrong trembled all over.

"Yesterday, you went back on your word."

"Today, you'll pay for it."

Ji Feng's tone was as flat as if he were stating a fact.

His hand continued downward.

Ning Rongrong bit down hard on her lip.

At last, tears spilled from her eyes.

But her gaze remained defiant.

Those eyes, blurred with tears, were filled with resentment.

Ji Feng looked into her eyes.

He leaned down.

And whispered something softly in her ear.

"Ning Rongrong."

"You can keep running your mouth."

"But you're still soft where it counts."

With that.

His hand settled on the arms she had crossed over her chest.

He gave them a gentle nudge.

And pulled her slender arms apart.

In the cave, the firelight flickered.

Ning Rongrong huddled in a corner, her delicate body trembling without pause.

Tears slid down her pale cheeks.

It was the first time she had ever cried.

And the first time she had felt such bone-deep humiliation.

Her ancient-style long dress was already in disarray, two buttons on its high collar undone.

The scrolling-vine pattern embroidered in silver thread gleamed coldly in the firelight.

The Diamond Glazed Pendant at her chest hung askew, pressed against her heaving bosom.

The soft curves beneath it showed faintly through her torn clothes.

"You're welcome to tell your father about this."

Ji Feng stood at the cave entrance, his back to her.

His voice was so cold it held no hint of feeling.

"If you don't mind word getting out that your body, the body of the dignified Young Miss, was defiled by me, Ji Feng."

With that, he turned and walked away.

His footsteps gradually faded into the darkness.

Ning Rongrong raised her head, hatred nearly spilling from her eyes.

The hem of her short A-line skirt had been torn open.

Its layered lace edges were stained with dirt and blood.

Her slender, shapely legs were exposed to the air, with bruises on her knees.

She bit her lip until blood seeped between her teeth.

"Ji Feng..."

The words squeezed through her clenched teeth.

"I'll kill you, you bastard!"

Her venomous words echoed through the empty cave.

But no one heard them.

The girl's first time had been taken from her just like that.

The tearing pain still lingered deep within her body.

Every breath seemed to remind her.

Remind her of this indelible humiliation.

Ning Rongrong braced herself against the ground and stood.

Her legs were still weak.

Red marks left by someone's forceful kneading showed on her pert buttocks.

She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.

When she opened them again, hatred had replaced the weakness in her eyes.

From this moment on, the pearl of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Had changed.

At the mountain gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi stood on the steps, his face full of delight.

"Rongrong!"

He hurried forward to greet her.

"What brings you back all of a sudden? You didn't even tell me you were coming."

Ning Rongrong lowered her head, not daring to meet her father's eyes.

"I missed home, so I came back."

Her voice was soft, carrying a faint tremor that was hard to notice.

Ning Fengzhi paused.

Something about his daughter seemed different this time.

The willful Young Miss he knew.

Now seemed like a startled fawn.

"You must be tired from the journey. Come in and rest."

Ning Fengzhi reached out to pat his daughter on the shoulder.

But Ning Rongrong instinctively stepped back.

She dodged him.

The atmosphere stiffened for a moment.

Ning Fengzhi's hand froze in midair.

"Rongrong?"

"I... I'm fine. I'm just a little tired."

Ning Rongrong managed to force a smile.

She hurried into the sect.

Along the way, the disciples and servants she passed bowed one after another.

"Greetings, Young Miss."

"Good to see you, Young Miss."

Ning Rongrong kept her head down and hurried past.

She didn't dare meet anyone's eyes.

Those eyes, once so proud.

Now dared only to stare at the ground.

The wind blew, lifting the hem of her short skirt slightly.

A faint finger-shaped mark showed on her inner thigh.

She hurriedly pressed the hem down with her hand.

Her heart pounded wildly.

As if she had done something shameful.

The Sword Pavilion.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin was meditating.

Suddenly, he sensed someone approaching.

He opened his eyes and saw Ning Rongrong standing at the entrance.

"Rongrong, girl?"

Sword Douluo smiled kindly.

"What brings you to see Grandpa Sword?"

Ning Rongrong entered the Sword Pavilion.

This time, she didn't rush over to act spoiled as she usually did.

Instead, she stood properly to one side.

"Grandpa Sword, there's something I'd like to ask you."

Sword Douluo raised an eyebrow. Why was this girl so well-behaved today?

"Go ahead. What is it?"

"I heard... you just came back from the City of Slaughter?"

Sword Douluo's expression changed slightly.

"Yes."

"What sort of place is it...?"

A strange glimmer flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

Sword Douluo fell silent for a moment.

"It's a slaughterhouse, where the most evil beings in the world gather."

"Who did you meet there?"

Ning Rongrong pressed him.

Sword Douluo's gaze flickered for an instant.

"Ghost Douluo of the Spirit Hall."

At the mention of that name, his voice betrayed an unmistakable tremor.

Ning Rongrong noticed at once.

"Ghost Douluo... Is he very powerful?"

"Powerful."

Sword Douluo nodded.

"But what's even more terrifying is that, inside the City of Slaughter, he was in contact with certain Fallen Ones."

"Fallen Ones?"

Ning Rongrong's heart gave a sudden thump.

"What are they?"

Sword Douluo drew a deep breath.

"Sinners exiled by the City of Slaughter, who possess forbidden powers."

"They're sealed deep beneath the city."

"Never to be reborn."