Ning Rongrong has matured, and killed Ji Feng

Her abdomen was flat, her navel small and exquisite.

The skirt waistband rested on her hip bones.

Revealing a slender waistline.

Upon that patch of fair skin.

There was a faint red mark.

An imprint left by the rope from earlier.

Like a fallen petal on fresh snow.

Eye-catching, yet startling.

Further down.

The short skirt covered the most crucial parts.

Her legs were tightly crossed from nervousness.

The skin of her thighs gleamed in the dim light.

Her calves were slender, her ankles delicate.

She wore no shoes.

They had been kicked off at some point.

Her bare feet rested on the cold stone floor.

Her toes curled up in tension.

She had shrunk into a small ball.

Like a startled little beast.

"Ji Feng!"

Ning Rongrong's voice finally trembled.

"You... don't come any closer!"

Her eyes reddened.

But her teeth were still clenched.

Her pretty face flushed crimson.

Shame, fear, humiliation.

Various emotions intertwined in her eyes.

But even so.

She still did not beg for mercy.

Ji Feng squatted down, meeting her gaze.

His face was expressionless.

His eyes were as deep as a well.

He reached out.

And pinched her chin.

Forcing her to lift her head.

"You say this is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's territory."

"And you dare me not to touch you?"

Ning Rongrong was forced to look up at him.

Tears finally welled up in her eyes.

"You... you will regret this..."

Her voice was already choked with sobs.

Ji Feng released her chin.

His fingers slid from her cheek.

Down her neck, over her collarbone.

The pads of his fingers were rough.

Sending shivers across her tender skin.

Ning Rongrong trembled all over.

"You went back on your word yesterday."

"Today, you must pay."

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

His hand continued downward.

Ning Rongrong bit her lip tightly.

Tears finally streamed from her eyes.

But her gaze remained stubborn.

Her misty eyes were filled with unwillingness.

Ji Feng looked into her eyes.

He leaned down.

And whispered softly in her ear.

"Ning Rongrong."

"No matter how tough your mouth is."

"Your body is still soft."

As the words fell.

His hand landed on the arm she used to block her chest.

With a gentle push.

Her slender arms were pushed aside.

In the cave, the firelight flickered.

Ning Rongrong curled up in the corner, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

Tears slid down her pale cheeks.

This was the first time she had cried.

It was also the first time she had felt such a deep, bone-chilling humiliation.

The ancient-style long dress she wore was in disarray, with two buttons on the stand collar popped open.

The scroll patterns embroidered with silver thread gleamed coldly in the firelight.

The Diamond Glazed Pendant on her chest was askew, pressing against her heaving fullness.

Those soft mounds, faintly visible beneath the torn clothing.

"You can tell your father about this."

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

His voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.

"If you don't want the fact that I, Ji Feng, defiled the body of your esteemed Young Miss to be exposed."

As the words fell, he strode away.

His footsteps gradually faded into the darkness.

Ning Rongrong raised her head, her eyes filled with a hatred that was about to overflow.

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

The layered lace edges were stained with dirt and blood.

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

She bit her lip, blood seeping from between her teeth.

"Ji Feng..."

The word was squeezed out from between her teeth.

"I will definitely kill you, you bastard!"

The venomous words echoed in the empty cave.

But no one heard them.

The maiden's first time was taken away like this.

The tearing pain still lingered deep within her body.

Every breath felt like a reminder.

A reminder of this unforgettable shame.

Ning Rongrong pushed herself up from the ground.

Her legs were still weak.

Her perky buttocks bore red marks from being forcefully squeezed.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

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

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

Changed.

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

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

"Rongrong!"

He strode forward to meet her.

"Why did you come back so suddenly? You didn't even say a word in advance."

Ning Rongrong lowered her head, not daring to look her father in the eye.

"I missed home, so I came back."

Her voice was soft, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment.

His daughter seemed different this time.

The usually spoiled and willful Young Miss.

Was now like a startled fawn.

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

Ning Fengzhi reached out to pat his daughter's shoulder.

Ning Rongrong, however, subconsciously took a step back.

She dodged.

The atmosphere instantly became somewhat stagnant.

Ning Fengzhi's hand froze in mid-air.

"Rongrong?"

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

Ning Rongrong forced a smile.

She quickly walked into the sect.

Along the way, disciples and servants she met bowed.

"Greetings, Young Miss."

"We greet the Young Miss."

Ning Rongrong kept her head down, hurrying past.

She didn't dare to make eye contact with anyone.

Those once proud eyes.

Now only dared to stare at the ground.

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

Revealing a faint finger mark on her inner thigh.

She quickly pressed down on her skirt with her hand.

Her heart pounded.

As if she had done something shameful.

The Sword Pavilion.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin was meditating.

He suddenly sensed someone approaching.

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

"Rongrong girl?"

Sword Douluo smiled kindly.

"Why did you think of visiting Grandpa Sword?"

Ning Rongrong walked into the Sword Pavilion.

This time, she didn't rush forward to act spoiled as usual.

Instead, she stood obediently to the side.

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

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

"Speak, what is it?"

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

Sword Douluo's expression changed slightly.

"Yes."

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

A strange light flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

Sword Douluo was silent for a moment.

"It's a City of Slaughter, a place that gathers the most evil beings in the world."

"Who did you meet there?"

Ning Rongrong pressed.

Sword Douluo's gaze flickered for a moment.

"Ghost Douluo of the Martial Soul Hall."

When he mentioned this name, his voice had an undisguised tremor.

Ning Rongrong keenly noticed it.

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

"Powerful."

Sword Douluo nodded.

"But what's more terrifying is that within the City of Slaughter, he has connections with certain Fallen Ones."

"Fallen Ones?"

Ning Rongrong's heart skipped a beat.

"What are they?"

Sword Douluo took a deep breath.

"Sinners banished by the City of Slaughter, possessing forbidden power."

"They are sealed in the depths of the city."

"Never to be reborn."