Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 6 The High and Mighty Blood Slaves

"Let them go!"

Shen Qing's head was pressed against the courtyard wall, the rough adobe bricks causing her neck to ache.

She wanted to move.

But when that ugly blood slave tied her behind her back, the ropes dug into her flesh, causing her excruciating pain.

Their feet were also tied, their ankles together, with the rope wrapped around them three times and tied in a tight knot.

She couldn't exert any strength and couldn't even stand up.

They can only be controlled by a weak pseudo-reformer.

The girl and woman had vacant eyes as they followed behind Li Tianran, their steps in unison.

Shen Qing knew that was the effect of the Blood Slave Talisman.

Shen Qing found it somewhat absurd.

A disciple of a prestigious sect was captured by a weak blood slave.

If my fellow disciples found out, wouldn't I become a laughing stock?

We need to find a way to get out of this predicament!

Shen Qing tried to circulate his spiritual energy, but his dantian was empty, like a dried-up well.

In the battle against Tu San just now, she exhausted all her spiritual power.

When the last few swords pierced Tu San's lower back, the spiritual energy on the sword tips was as thin as paper, and now not a trace could be squeezed out of his dantian.

She looked down at her body again; the knife wound on her right shoulder was still bleeding, and her left wrist was fractured.

His legs weren't injured, but they were tightly bound by that ugly monster, so he couldn't move.

That's it!

Once Senior Brother Song returns and cleaves this ugly monster in two with his sword, I'll be free.

While Shen Qing was thinking to herself, her gaze remained fixed on Li Tianran.

He rudely tied the girls' and women's hair to the millstone, treating them like livestock.

Shen Qing's voice was hoarse: "Do you know what you're doing?"

Li Tianran remained silent and expressionless.

"You can't kill me," Shen Qing continued. "If the people from the Heavenly Sword Sect go missing, the sect will send people to look for them."

"I have a senior brother who is at the ninth level of Qi Refining nearby. If you don't let me go now, you'll be dead when he comes back."

She paused for a moment: "Young man, you're not even a true second-level Qi Refining cultivator."

"Your cultivation level was infused with evil magic; your dantian is damaged, your meridians are disordered, and you don't have long to live. I can help you."

Li Tianran looked at Shen Qing, his heart completely unmoved.

He knows exactly what he looks like, so this verbal provocation has absolutely no effect on him.

Shen Qing frowned. Was this blood slave numb?

Li Tianran just stared at her, as if she were an object.

Sixth level of Qi Refining?

Throwing it into the Immortal Imprisoning Basin should yield a lot of immortal water. We need to find a way to bring her up the mountain and squeeze her clean.

For some reason, Shen Qing felt uneasy under the gaze of the blood slave in front of him, even though he was clearly more than ten times stronger than the blood slave in front of him.

"Let me go."

Shen Qing lowered his voice: "I'll take you back. Our Heavenly Sword Sect has spiritual medicines and doctors who can cure you."

You no longer need to be a blood slave, no longer need to have your blood drained; you can become a normal person.

Li Tianran walked towards her expressionlessly.

Upon seeing this.

"Did you hear me? I can help you!" Shen Qing's voice was panicked.

Li Tianran squatted down in front of her.

The two were very close, and she could smell his scent. Blood, sweat, and dirt mingled together—the smell of a slave from the lowest rungs of society.

Li Tianran pulled the storage bag from her waist.

"You," Shen Qing's words caught in her throat.

He lowered his head, opened the storage bag, and quickly took out the contents.

One bottle of fasting pills?

Li Tianran uncorked the bag and smelled it; it was the familiar scent of rice.

He gets to eat this occasionally; it's like a supercharged version of compressed biscuits.

After consuming it, you must drink water three times a day to dissolve it. It provides an extremely strong feeling of fullness, allowing you to go seven days without eating.

Useful, I'll keep it for now.

He also found more than twenty low-grade spirit stones, which were of very poor quality, but to him they were all treasures.

There were also two bottles of external wound medicine, which I set aside for now. I also found a female cultivator's robe, but it was useless to him.

There were also two bellybands, one white and one pink, with lace trim. Her personal clothes were all neatly folded and had a faint fragrance.

A spare, sharp short sword, likely forged from the finest ordinary iron, is also useful.

Is there another letter?

Li Tianran became interested and immediately began to explore.

Shen Qing saw the handwriting visible through the back of the letter:

"Senior Sister Qing'er, please be careful in everything you do when you're out and about."

I'll wait for you at the sect. Once you return, we'll practice swordsmanship together in the back mountain.

After reading the letter, Li Tianran tossed it aside.

He stuffed all the useful items back into the bag and then tucked them into his coat pocket.

Shen Qing stared at him, her chest heaving with anger.

The ugly woman in front of her had absolutely no sense of boundaries. She not only rummaged through her personal belongings but also read her letters before finally throwing them away like trash.

These blood slaves are disgusting.

"Put my things down right now!" Shen Qing gritted her teeth.

Li Tianran stood up.

"You lowly slave, did you hear that? That's mine!"

Snapped!

The only response she received was a resounding slap.

Shen Qing's face was turned to one side by the slap, her ears were ringing, and blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth.

She slowly turned her head and glared at the ugly monster in front of her.

Li Tianran squatted down and said in a nonchalant tone, "Does glaring at me make your eyes look bigger?"

"I, you..." Shen Qing opened her mouth.

Snapped!

This slap was even harder than the last one.

Shen Qing's mind went blank for a moment, the buzzing in her ears turned into a sharp tinnitus, and she breathed heavily.

How dare he?

Does he lack awareness of his own identity and situation?

Why does this damn blood slave act so high and mighty?

Blood dripped from the corner of Shen Qing's mouth onto her knee. She felt aggrieved, but dared not say anything.

Seeing that she didn't continue talking nonsense, Li Tianran stood up.

Shen Qing looked down at Li Tianran's feet. They were wearing tattered cloth shoes, the toes torn open, revealing mud-covered feet.

She suddenly wanted to laugh.

A dignified outer disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, at the sixth level of Qi Refining, was slapped twice by a pseudo-cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining.

His hands and feet were still tied, he couldn't even stand up, and he was completely at the mercy of others. And just now she was telling him that she could help him become a normal person.

Can she? She can't even save herself!

At this time.

Li Tianran had already walked to Tu San's corpse.

Just as Shen Qing was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Tianran suddenly stopped and turned around, his eyes scanning her body up and down.

"Your chest is so bulging? You must be hiding something!"