In a dense forest like a paradise apart from the world, spiritual energy was so rich it seemed ready to overflow.
"Are you slacking off, you little bastard? All this time, and this is all you've collected?!"
A savage-looking Demonic Cultivator with a vicious face struck Wang Baishun hard on the back of his head.
Wang Baishun rubbed his head and muttered aggrievedly:
"I've been working as hard as I can. I searched this whole area, but there really aren't many resources here."
"And could you show some mercy and spare those women? Wouldn't it be better to keep them alive to help gather spiritual herbs?!"
Looking somewhat uncomfortable, Wang Baishun pointed nearby, where several Demonic Cultivators were about to violate several women as beautiful as flowers.
Nearly ten corpses lay strewn beside them-the miserable fate of their companions who had resisted.
Elsewhere, more than a dozen of their companions were tightly bound, forced to watch the atrocities unfold!
Off to another side, more than a dozen cultivators watched with lecherous grins that seemed to drip poison.
Around them were nearly a hundred cultivators like Wang Baishun, each as wilted as a frost-stricken eggplant, silently gathering spiritual herbs with their heads bowed.
The Demonic Cultivator slapped Wang Baishun again, a sinister smile on his face like a cunning fox:
"Boy, get back to work. Don't entertain stupid ideas about playing the hero and rescuing beauties. If you do well, we might even let you have a taste of the leftovers!"
Wang Baishun said nothing. He merely turned and silently resumed gathering spiritual herbs.
Yet the repeated pleas for mercy pierced his ears like needles:
"No, please let us go."
"As long as you spare us, we'll do anything."
"Please spare me! I'll work like an ox or a horse