Chapter 7: Your Wife Has Run Into Trouble

As soon as He Zong finished speaking, a Spirit-Binding Rope had already wrapped itself around A Shang.

Seeing that A Shang was immobilized, He Zong was about to step forward to claim his prize when one of the disciples suddenly stopped him, frowning and saying, “What did you just call her? A Shang? That half-demon A Shang?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the other disciple exclaimed in shock, “That half-demon A Shang who drugged Senior Brother Xie! He Zong, have you lost your mind?”

This half-demon was now Senior Brother Xie’s cultivation partner, and he had just blatantly brought her here.

“She’s Senior Brother Xie’s cultivation partner! If you want to die, that’s your business, but Zhong Hua and I still want to live!” Lu Si said.

Zhong Hua, his face dark, turned to He Zong and said, “Have you lost your senses to lust? How dare you lay a hand on Xie Hengyu’s cultivation partner!”

What kind of person was Xie Hengyu?

He was one of the top Sword Cultivators in the Cultivation World, a genius admired by all the disciples in the sect.

To even think of touching his woman—they wouldn’t dare, even if they were given a hundred times the courage.

With this in mind, Zhong Hua and Lu Si had already started to back down.

Seeing the hesitation in their eyes, He Zong sneered, “You spineless cowards. With attitudes like yours, how do you expect to achieve anything great? So what if she’s Xie Hengyu’s cultivation partner? Have you forgotten how she became Senior Brother Xie’s partner in the first place?”

How did she become his partner?

Zhong Hua and Lu Si exchanged a glance. Someone as exceptional as Senior Brother Xie would never have become her cultivation partner if that half-demon A Shang hadn’t used underhanded methods to drug him.

He Zong: “If she hadn’t used such despicable methods, how could she have become Senior Brother Xie’s cultivation partner? Senior Brother Xie doesn’t like her at all. Just yesterday, I saw it with my own eyes at the Sword Practice Hall—this half-demon was deliberately injured by Miss Luoyi, and when Senior Brother Xie arrived, he didn’t even glance at her. If it weren’t for the sake of propriety, why would Senior Brother Xie ever form a cultivation partnership with a lowly half-demon like her?”

Hearing He Zong’s words, Zhong Hua and Lu Si turned their gazes to A Shang, who was bound by the Spirit-Binding Rope, and their expressions softened slightly.

“Don’t you want to experience what it’s like to use a half-demon woman as a cultivation cauldron?” He Zong said with a smirk. “I’ve heard she has half the bloodline of the Fox Clan.”

The Fox Clan was known for its inherently seductive nature, possessing rare pure yin constitutions among the demon races. Moreover, their appearance was far more striking than that of ordinary demons.

Before the truce agreement between humans and demons was signed, many cultivators would capture Fox Clan women or men and use them as cauldrons for dual cultivation to enhance their own cultivation levels.

The three of them were outer disciples without masters to guide them. On top of that, they had to perform menial tasks that even inner disciples didn’t have to do, making it extremely difficult to improve their cultivation. That was until they learned of the method to use women as cultivation cauldrons.

A Shang was not the first female disciple they had brought to this place.

After realizing that A Shang was even more suitable as a cultivation cauldron than the previous female disciples, the two who had initially hesitated began to look at her with increasingly brazen eyes.

The fact that she was a half-demon girl with stunning beauty was enough to excite them, but what made it even more thrilling was that she was the cultivation partner of Senior Brother Xie, whom they admired and revered.

The thought of Senior Brother Xie’s cultivation partner—someone so pure and untouchable—being pinned beneath them, used as a cauldron, and humiliated ignited their primal desire for conquest.

Even if she exposed them later, so what? The three of them could simply insist that A Shang, the half-demon, had seduced them. After all, she was a woman with a history of such schemes.

A Shang, bound by the Spirit-Binding Rope, watched as the three men approached her. Her face was cold as she said, “The sect explicitly banned using others as cultivation cauldrons to enhance one’s cultivation over a decade ago. Aren’t you afraid of being discovered by the sect?”

Seeing how calm and composed the three were, A Shang realized that this was likely not the first time they had done something like this.

“If Junior Sister A Shang wants to report us, go ahead and try,” He Zong said, then glanced at Lu Si, who understood and took out a Memory Pearl.

A Shang looked at the Memory Pearl floating in mid-air and immediately understood. The three of them used the Memory Pearl to record everything, using it to blackmail the women they had victimized.

“Despicable!” A Shang couldn’t help but curse.

Instead of being angered by her outburst, the three men laughed. One of them said, “I’ve heard that half-demons can also take on the form of the Fox Clan. Junior Sister A Shang, why don’t you show us your fox ears and tail?”

He Zong reached out to touch A Shang’s face, but she swiftly dodged his hand.

If there had only been one person present, A Shang might have been able to handle the situation. Unfortunately, there were three of them, and to make matters worse, she was still bound by the Spirit-Binding Rope.

Before she could run more than a few steps, someone kicked her hard in the lower back, sending her sprawling to the ground in a pitiful state.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He Zong sneered, gripping the back of A Shang’s neck and roughly pinning her to the ground. He turned to the other two and said, “Who’s going first?”

“I’ll go first!” Zhong Hua stepped forward, his eyes fixed on A Shang’s slender waist. He began to undo his belt.

He Zong nodded. “Fine.”

As the lewd laughter of the three men echoed behind her, A Shang clenched her fists tightly. The black pupils in her eyes slowly began to turn blood red.

Why?

Why did she have to endure such treatment?

All she wanted was to live, to cultivate the Dao and live a proper life!

Was it because she was a half-demon?

Was it because of her face?

The piercing laughter of the three men behind her suddenly transported A Shang back to that rainy night from her childhood.

The rainy night, the dilapidated temple, and that terrifying demon.

Back then, she had been just as helpless, pinned to the ground and unable to move, until she thought she was going to die.

Then, a tall man clad in a white fox fur cloak appeared. With a single palm strike, he knocked the demon unconscious and tossed her a dagger.

His blood-red eyes bore into her as he spoke in a cold, chilling voice, “If you want to survive, hold the blade steady, and then… stab it in!”

“Thud—” The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh echoed.

Zhong Hua, who had been undoing his belt, didn’t understand what had happened. He only felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if something warm and sticky was flowing out.

His eyes widened as he clutched his neck, staring at the blood-stained blade in A Shang’s hand. He looked down at his palm and saw a pool of blood.

“B-blood…” Zhong Hua gasped, clutching his throat. “H-help…”

Before he could finish the last word, he collapsed to the ground.

He Zong and Lu Si, standing beside him, were frozen in shock.

They hadn’t expected A Shang, bound by the Spirit-Binding Rope, to still be capable of killing.

“She’s running!” Lu Shouted, pointing at A Shang’s retreating figure.

He Zong, realizing the gravity of the situation, glared at A Shang’s back and said darkly, “We can’t let her make it back alive!”

If she returned and reported this, it would be their lives on the line.