HPLFK 07

Chapter – 07

Oh No, Your Wife Has Run Into Some Scoundrels

The moment He Zong finished speaking, a Demon-Binding Rope had already coiled around A Shang.

Seeing A Shang unable to move, He Zong was about to step forward and claim his beauty when a disciple beside him suddenly stopped him, frowning. “What did you just call her? A Shang? That half-demon A Shang?”

As soon as this person spoke, another disciple beside him exclaimed in shock, “The half-demon A Shang who drugged Senior Brother Xie! He Zong, are you crazy?!”

This half-demon was now Senior Brother Xie’s Dao companion, and he had actually brought her here so blatantly.

“She is Senior Brother Xie’s Dao companion! Do you have a death wish? Zhong Hua and I still want to live!” Lu Si said.

Zhong Hua’s face darkened as he said to He Zong, “Don’t tell me you’ve been addled by lust. Even Xie Hengyu’s Dao companion—you dare to touch her?!”

Just who was Xie Hengyu?

One of the foremost sword cultivators in the cultivation world, a genius of the sword revered and admired by all disciples of the sect.

For them to lay a hand on his woman—even if you gave them a hundred times the nerve, they wouldn’t dare.

With that thought, Zhong Hua and Lu Si were already having second thoughts.

Seeing the hesitation in their eyes, He Zong sneered, “Pathetic cowards. With attitudes like yours, what great deeds could you possibly accomplish? So what if she’s Xie Hengyu’s Dao companion? Don’t forget—just how did she become Senior Brother Xie’s Dao companion?”

How?

Zhong Hua and Lu Si exchanged a glance. A proud, heaven-blessed genius like Senior Brother Xie—if not for that half-demon A Shang using some despicable method to drug him, how could Senior Brother Xie possibly have become her Dao companion?

He Zong: “If she hadn’t used some shameful trick, how could she have become Senior Brother Xie’s Dao companion? Senior Brother Xie doesn’t like her at all. I saw it with my own eyes yesterday at the Sword Practice Hall—that half-demon was badly injured by Miss Luo Yi, and when Senior Brother Xie arrived, he didn’t even glance at her. If not for a sense of duty and honor, how could Senior Brother Xie possibly have formed a Dao companionship with a lowly half-demon like her?”

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

“Don’t you two want to taste what it’s like to have a half-demon woman as a cauldron?” He Zong laughed. “I’ve heard she carries half the bloodline of the fox clan within her.”

The fox clan was naturally lewd by nature, one of the rare Pure Yin physiques among the demon race, and their appearances were far more beautiful than those of ordinary demons.

Before the truce agreement was signed between humans and demons, many cultivators, upon capturing fox clan women or men, would use them as cauldrons for yin-harvesting and yang-supplementing to elevate their cultivation.

The three of them were outer disciples without master instructors, menial laborers doing the dirty work even inner disciples didn’t have to do. Advancing their cultivation was already difficult enough—until one day they learned the method of using women as cauldrons for cultivation.

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 cauldron than the previous female disciples, the two who had been ready to retreat now wore increasingly brazen expressions.

The half-demon maiden with a peerlessly beautiful face was already enough to set their hearts racing—but more importantly, she was the Dao companion of Senior Brother Xie, the very man they revered and admired.

Just the thought of the illustrious, moon-bright Senior Brother Xie’s Dao companion being pinned beneath them, used as a cauldron, defiled and toyed with at will, ignited that primal urge for conquest in men.

So what if she exposed them later? By then, the three of them would simply insist that A Shang the half-demon had seduced them—after all, she was a woman with a history.

A Shang was bound by the Demon-Binding Rope. Watching the three of them approach, she said coldly, “The sect expressly forbade using others as cauldrons to advance cultivation over a decade ago. Aren’t you afraid the sect will find out?”

Seeing how composed and unhurried the three were, A Shang knew this was probably not the first time they had done something like this.

“If Junior Sister A Shang wants to report us, go ahead and report us,” He Zong said. Then he glanced at Lu Si, who understood and produced a Memory-Projection Pearl they had brought.

A Shang stared at the Memory-Projection Pearl floating in midair and immediately understood—they planned to record everything with it, using it to blackmail the women they had victimized.

“Despicable!” A Shang could not help but curse angrily.

In response to A Shang’s angry curses, the three men were not angered but instead laughed. One of them spoke up, “I’ve heard that half-demons can also manifest their demon forms. Junior Sister A Shang, why don’t you show us your fox ears and fox tail, hmm?”

As He Zong spoke, he reached out to touch A Shang’s face, but she deftly dodged away.

If there had been only one person present, A Shang might have been able to handle it—but unfortunately, there were three of them, and to make matters worse, she was bound by the Demon-Binding Rope.

Before she could even take a few steps, a heavy kick landed on her lower back, sending her sprawling unceremoniously to the ground.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He Zong sneered, his lips curling coldly. He grabbed the back of A Shang’s neck and roughly pinned her to the ground, then turned to the other two and said, “Who goes first?”

“I’ll go first!” Zhong Hua spoke up immediately, his gaze fixed on the girl’s slender, willowy waist as he reached down to untie his belt.

He Zong nodded. “Fine.”

Listening to the lewd laughter behind her, A Shang clenched her fists so tightly they ached, her eyes—originally black—slowly staining crimson.

Why?

Why did she have to be treated like this?

She only wanted to live—to live properly, cultivating the righteous path!

Was it because she was a half-demon?

Was it because of this face of hers?

The grating laughter of the three men behind her hurled A Shang back to that rainy night from her childhood.

A rainy night. A dilapidated temple. And that terrifyingly hideous monster.

Back then, weak and powerless, she had also been pinned down helplessly, unable to move—until she thought she was about to die.

Then—

A tall man wrapped in a white fox-fur cloak appeared. With a single palm strike, he knocked the monster unconscious, then tossed a dagger in front of her.

His blood-red eyes fixed on her, his voice cold and bone-chilling: “If you want to live, grip the blade firmly… and then—thrust it in!”

“*Shluck—*” The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and skin.

Zhong Hua, who had been in the middle of unbuckling his belt, hadn’t even registered what had happened. All he felt was a sharp pain in his neck, as if some sticky liquid was flowing out.

His eyes wide, he clutched his throat and stared at the blood-dripping knife in A Shang’s hand. He lowered his gaze to his palm—covered in crimson.

“Blood… blood…” Zhong Hua clutched his neck, choking out, “Help…”

Before he could utter the last word, his body went rigid and collapsed straight to the ground.

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

They hadn’t expected that A Shang, even bound by the Demon-Binding Rope, could still kill.

“She’s escaping!” Lu Si watched A Shang’s fleeing figure and shouted urgently.

He Zong knew full well they had stirred up a huge disaster. Staring at A Shang’s retreating back, his face darkened. “We absolutely cannot let her get back alive!”

If she made it back to report them, they would be the ones to die.