Elderly woman You Yao's voice rang out, carrying far into the distance...
In an instant, the central island of Ripple Lake fell silent, while Fu Miaoling's expression changed wildly.
Then came frenzied uproar from inside and outside the surrounding buildings. Countless men howled excitedly. Amid the waves of noise, elderly woman You Yao slowly turned her gaze back to Fu Miaoling before her, her face twisting into a series of savage smiles...
"Using death to threaten me, are you?"
"Of course, I can refrain from killing thirty percent of the Fu Clan. But I can change the way I punish and warn you a little. You've always insisted on selling your art, not your body. Before, I could agree to all of that—but not anymore."
"You must pay the price for that Unstringed Ethereal Melody of yours."
"Didn't you want to use the Thousand Kings Holy Tower to save your Fu Clan? Then I'll first make you lose the first thing of any value you possess. If you dare offend again later, you'll lose more and more, until you become a woman any man can have."
"Of course, perhaps you don't care..."
"But don't force us into a corner. Otherwise, we truly will flay the Fu Clan members alive one by one before your very eyes—one every day."
Threat after threat crashed viciously onto Fu Miaoling.
At that moment, a trace of panic appeared in Fu Miaoling's eyes, and her entire body trembled violently.
But she swiftly calmed herself and said, "Third Elder, I won't dare do it again."
Her initial panic had clearly only been a woman's instinctive resistance to selling her body. Yet in merely an instant, she accepted reality and steeled herself. She even lowered the dagger in her hand.
She had used death to threaten them