【Otherworld Adventure】(6)

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Chapter Six: The Green Eyelash Needle
Murder couldn't just be left like that. Within two days, the garrison commander of Freiburg, Knight Nafran, had investigated thoroughly
. The old man simply didn't storm into the school to arrest the murderers; he wanted to find out the connections behind them, whether they had powerful backers
, and see if he could settle things with gold. These students were notorious troublemakers, and they caused several deaths every year.
This time, the trouble had escalated to a major level—seven people were killed, and the school was burned down.
The old man felt he should express his anger. That day, dressed neatly, he arrived at the school in a four-wheeled carriage. The principal
, who was on good terms with the knight, wasn't surprised by the knight's sudden visit and smiled, saying, "Old friend, what brings you here?"
The knight said seriously, "Brother Juan, I tried my best to cover this up, but it went too far. I can't cover it up anymore.
You have to give me an explanation today." The principal hesitated for a moment, then said, "Come in, come in, bring me the best coffee."
The knight took a sip of coffee, shook his head, and sighed, "I'm here mainly for the Blueberry Tavern case. I have conclusive
evidence proving that it was your school's students who committed it." The principal asked, "Specific details..." "Who is responsible? Do you have any evidence?" The knight took out a
stack of documents, slapped them, and said, "The crossbow left at the scene belonged to your school. According to the investigation, on the evening of that day, magic academy students Zhou
Yixian and Zhang Jingying had a conflict with people from the Blueberry Tavern while eating at the Barbecue Restaurant, seriously injuring one person. That
night, the Blueberry Tavern was attacked, killing nine people and losing a batch of valuables. In addition, after the incident, Zhou Yixian and his gang held banquets for several days.
These people, when drunk, boasted to prostitutes about the Blueberry Tavern. These are all testimonies."
The principal said seriously, "Since the matter was caused by students from the magic academy, let's invite the dean to speak
!" After saying that, he whispered a few words to his servant. Zhou Yixian was flipping through his teacher's magic notebook when Dean Cook, with
his large belly, walked in. Upon seeing Zhou, he chuckled and said, "You little rascal, you led a group to take down Blueberry?" Zhou Yixian nodded
. "Yes, those bastards dared to harass my junior sister in public, of course I had to take them down, otherwise
, where would you put your face, Dean?" "Stop talking nonsense, they've come knocking on your door, you're in trouble. Think about how to deal with it! Where's Arken?"
Zhou Yixian followed the dean to the principal's office. It was his first time in the principal's office; it was a huge room
, with weapon racks alone... Two rows of walls were adorned with various short weapons and monster heads. Zhou Yixian entered and
stood respectfully to one side, appearing harmless. Once everyone was seated, the headmaster pointed to an old man: "This is the city's commander
, the Knight. He's here to see young Zhou Yixian about a small matter, hehe." The old man glanced at the headmaster with displeasure
and coughed: "Who is Zhou Yixian?"
Zhou Yixian immediately stepped forward: "I am." The old man said in an authoritative tone: "
You were the one who did the Blueberry Tavern incident, and who were your accomplices?" Heh, trying to scare me? Doesn't he know I'm easily frightened? Zhou Yixian
recounted the events in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, concluding that he was solely responsible and no one else was involved. After speaking,
he glanced at the headmaster, then shrank behind him without saying a word. When the sky falls, the taller one holds it up.
Cook. Antonio, true to his reputation as the most skilled magician in the region, immediately flew into a rage, yelling,
"That Blueberry Iron Blood Gang dared to harass my student! This is an affront to my dignity! I
'm going to kill all the survivors right now!" Teacher Arken chimed in, indicating that this was absolutely intolerable. The old knight, however,
remained calm. Waiting for the headmaster's anger to subside, he waved the documents in his hand: "Headmaster Juan, wouldn't you like to say something about this
?"
The headmaster, seeing the situation had reached its peak, coughed: "Blueberry's offense against our school is intolerable, but since the main
culprit has been apprehended, we will not pursue the matter further. We regret the accidental injuries caused during the fight and will offer
some gold coins as compensation. What do you think?" Hearing this, we naturally agreed.
Problems that can be solved with money aren't big problems. The knight remained unmoved, but the headmaster knew perfectly well that
the key was the amount of money. He stroked his beard and looked at Zhou Yixian.
Zhou Yixian understood immediately and stepped forward to bow, saying, "It's all up to the headmaster." The old man nodded
and glanced at Dean Cook, who, without any politeness, held up two thick fingers: "200." The knight shook his head vigorously
, "No, no, they killed seven or eight people and set a fire; the property losses are much more than that."
He held up five fingers: "At least that much." What followed was like haggling at a market, and in the end, it was settled for 320 gold
coins.
Thinking that spending a little money would make things better, Zhou Yixian didn't take it to heart and continued with his life.
Unfortunately, good things are often complicated. Five days later, a burly man arrived at the school gate, shouting that he was looking for
Zhou. Without a word, the man threw a handkerchief at Zhou's feet. Zhou Yixian paused for a moment, then
bent down to pick it up. A commotion arose around him. A blond, blue-eyed young man walked by and gave a knightly salute: "I am
Viscount Schneider, and I hereby certify that Mr. Zhou Yixian has accepted the challenge from Captain Sir Walesbury of the City Guard."
Zhou Yixian waved the handkerchief, looking at the scarred man: "When and where?" The burly man
said menacingly, "Three days from now, a duel to the death at the East Gate. I'm avenging my cousin." With that, he stormed off
. The young man named Schneider was quite polite: "Mr. Zhou, you're still a magic apprentice, aren't you? If you can't fight, you can
ask someone to fight for you, but if you lose, he can still take your life." Zhou Yixian smiled: "Thank you for the reminder, I
'll handle it myself." He looked at the handkerchief, which was a snow-white silk handkerchief, stuffed it into his pocket, and turned to leave.
The incident caused an immediate sensation at the school. All the children came to offer their condolences, but apart from Fuchai, no one volunteered
to fight for Zhou. That guy was far more powerful than his unfortunate cousin. His junior sister was extremely anxious, making a ruckus all day
. Zhou Yixian said, "Alright, is that ugly guy really that strong? I didn't see it coming." "He's very
fierce. He crippled little George next door, and we have to give them money every year." "Hey, don't
compare me to ordinary people. I'm a great magician." "You're just an apprentice. Besides, even if you become a magician,
we don't have much fighting power." "Have faith in your senior brother. You know I have special fighting methods."
"Will it work?" "It'll kill him instantly, he's nothing."
The dean also joined in the fun: "Kid, do you want me to fight for you? Hehe." Zhou Yixian: "No need.
The teacher can just be a witness. Don't worry, he can't kill me." "Your teacher and I have high hopes for you, but..."
"Fairness is paramount in combat. Once you're on the field, we can't help you. But if you need someone to fight in your place, I can help." Zhou
Yixian expressed his gratitude again.
Zhou Yixian went to the contact shop, and the old man immediately handed him a piece of paper with a grin. He took it and saw it was the guy's information
; Zhou Yixian casually put it aside: "Your information is reliable. Why didn't you say so last time? You have such a
backer." The old man: "You didn't ask last time, did you?" It was because Zhou Yixian didn't take this petty thief
seriously that he ran into some trouble. Zhou Yixian handed him a piece of paper and said: "Could you find all the things on this for me? I
need it tomorrow." The old man opened it and looked at it: "Okay."
Zhou Yixian returned to school and went straight to the school armory to find a good dagger. He met Kevin, who said that his
family had a good dagger and would get it for him right away. Zhou Yixian received the dagger; it was an unusual one,
cool to the touch, an enchanted weapon with ice attributes. It had three magic circles on it, presumably possessing a freezing effect, though she
didn't know how to activate them. It was single-edged, with sharp serrations along the back and a sharp barb at the tip.
Zhou Yixian said, "This is a ship's dagger." Kevin said, "One of my uncles brought it back
; he used to be in the navy, and his family doesn't know what it's for." Zhou Yixian said, "The barb at the tip
is probably for cutting ropes, the serrations are for sawing, and it's water-attribute, so I guess it's for use on water. Thank
you, this dagger is very handy; I'll return it to you when I'm done."
The next day, the same little girl skipped over and brought the item, casually handing her a gold coin. The little girl
bit it, "Hehe, you're so generous! Can you exchange it for silver coins?" Zhou Yixian tugged at her braid
, "You little devil, junior sister, exchange it for money." Then she took the item and went into the alchemy lab.
On the appointed day, he got up early, donned a brand-new magic robe, and led his cheerleading squad to
the East Gate. There was a training ground there, where he and his supporters were already waiting. The two groups stood
silently facing each other, one on the left and one on the right. Soon, Viscount Schneider arrived, followed by the Dean and Teacher Arken, along with
the old knight, who sat expressionlessly to one side.
When the time was almost up, a large crowd of onlookers had gathered. Zhou Yixian nodded to the Dean to signal the start
. The Dean, licking his stomach, exchanged a few words with Schneider, and the two announced the start of the duel. A white line was drawn on the training ground, with
the notary standing at either end of the line, and the duelists facing each other across it.
The Knight of Walesbury wore a full three-quarters plate armor of jet black, with a steel mask covering his face,
revealing only a slit for a pair of bright yellow eyes. He carried a half-sword, which from a distance looked like a large, dark block of iron. Zhou
Yixian wore a plain white magic robe, a large iron sword slung over his shoulder, and a small reed dangling from his mouth. That large iron sword was
used for school practice, three times heavier than the one used in battle; without aura, it couldn't be swung more than a few times. This
bizarre attire, neither magician nor warrior, drew a chorus of boos. A cheerleader, led by Kevin Fuchai, jumped out to argue,
but apart from George, they seemed somewhat hesitant.
The dean frowned at Zhou Yixian's strange weapon. Schneider kindly suggested he change it, but was flatly
refused. A scribe approached, read the agreement aloud, and asked if either party had anything to add. Zhou
Yixian said, "I also want to stake all my family's wealth." The clerk asked, "How much?" Zhou Yixian replied, "About ten
thousand gold coins." Teacher Arken stepped forward and offered to act as guarantor. The clerk nodded and asked Sir Walesbury, "Sir
Walesbury, do you agree?" The man thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. So the clerk added this clause,
and both parties signed. Based on the old man's information, Zhou Yixian knew that this guy had connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds and was very wealthy, so he simply
decided to seize his family's wealth.
After signing, the notary asked both parties to step back into the white circle, about ten meters apart, and all irrelevant personnel were to leave the area.
The two bowed to each other. Walesbury raised his half-sword high, and golden battle aura formed a long sword beam, its heavy pressure
bearing down on Zhou Yixian. Zhou Yixian, not to be outdone, raised his great iron sword, but seemingly unable to withstand the pressure, the great iron
sword clattered to the ground. The entire audience gasped, and this time even our cheerleaders were deflated.
Before the groan had even faded, everyone was astonished to see Zhou Yixian transform into a blur, his figure hovering low, almost skimming the ground
. At the same time, Alsbury let out a scream, a burst of blood erupting from his left eye. Most people didn't
notice, only sensing a sudden dimming of his fighting spirit, and didn't react to the charging Zhou Yixian.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yixian was upon him, a flash of cold light as his dagger, following the line of his armor, accurately pierced through the gaps and plunged upwards into his abdomen.
With a forceful twist, the dagger dragged out, its barbs catching his intestines and pulling them out along with his body.
Zhou Yixian paused only briefly before brushing past him, his dagger pulling out seven or eight
meters of his intestines. Alsbury howled like a wolf, suddenly turning and slashing with his sword. Zhou Yixian sneered:
"As expected of a renowned master, even in this state, you can still retaliate." He simply sidestepped the sword, the blade weakly
drawing a line on the ground.
Alsbury struggled to keep from falling, one hand gripping his sword, the other trying to put his intestines back into his stomach
. Zhou Yixian shook the dagger, removing the intestines; it was indeed a fine blade, not a drop of blood on it.
Zhou Yixian walked over, ripped off Alsbury's helmet, and tossed it aside with a clatter, revealing Alsbury's ugly face filled with despair and fear.
Zhou Yixian picked up the great iron sword, walked up to him, and said with a smile, "I will take good care of your beautiful wife
and lovely daughter." Alsbury's face wore an expression that was hard to decipher, a low growl escaping his throat: "Hoo
hoo hoo, you treacherous villain." "Idiot, losers have no right to criticize others." He swung the great iron sword and
smashed it across Alsbury's face. With a thud, Alsbury's massive head shattered like a rotten watermelon, his brains flying more than ten meters away. His massive,
iron-like body crashed to the ground, twitching twice.
Zhou Yixian raised his right hand high, and the dean immediately declared him the winner. The audience gasped in admiration, the academy's
cheerleading squad erupted in cheers, and the city guards slunk away. The cheerleaders swarmed forward and lifted Zhou Yixian up. Although
the fight didn't last dozens of rounds, and many didn't even see it clearly before it ended—lacking in entertainment value—
the spectacle of a magician using a knife to overturn a knight still had news value and garnered applause.
After being lifted a short distance, Zhou Yixian quickly climbed down, unaccustomed to being carried, and immediately announced his victory upon touching the ground:
"One-tenth of what we've gained will be divided among us." A long cheer erupted. After the cheers subsided a bit,
he waved his hand vigorously: "Now we must protect our wealth. Don't let anyone take it away. George, take ten men and
surround their house. Don't let anyone escape, especially don't let them steal any valuables. Anyone who dares to disobey,
kill them." George agreed and led a few men away.
"Kevin and Katie, you two take men to take over the shops. Junior sister, go and keep an eye on the accounts. He has five shops; here
are the addresses." They agreed and ran off. "Fuchai and Dave, you two take men to this warehouse. This might be their
headquarters. There are desperados inside. If they try to escape, don't stop them. Safety first. If they dare to block your
way, signal us, and we'll find the dean to set them on fire." The two brothers agreed and left.
Turning back, he saw the old knight and grinned, "Haha, sir, you'd better find a new captain." The old man
grinned but didn't say anything and walked away; the old fellow was secretly overjoyed, a captain's position could sell for a lot. Zhou Yixian walked
over and took Professor Arken's arm, "Teacher, look at all these shops, I can't manage them all by myself,
how about you and the Dean each take one?" Arken: "Teachers can't accept valuable gifts from students, as long as you're safe." Dean
Cook nodded beside him, "Yes, we can't accept valuable gifts from students. The way you killed Walesbury, it
looked like the work of a thief, but I couldn't see any fighting spirit?" Zhou Yixian: "An ancestor of mine was a thief, and his
fighting spirit was crippled due to injury, so he created this method that doesn't require fighting spirit. I still prefer to be a magician." "I have no love for thieves
." The dean pondered, "Thief tactics are quite suitable for space mages; we shouldn't
lose this skill." Zhou Yixian said, "Yes, Dean, let's go check out this warehouse. I'm afraid Fuchai and his men will
suffer."
The three of us hurried towards the warehouse when we saw Dave running up, panting, "Brother, sure enough, a group of people are blocking
our way. Fuchai has already clashed with them." We immediately quickened our pace. Zhou Yixian sensed
fighting spirit in the courtyard, and Teacher Aken also noticed, "Oh no, Cook, they're going to suffer! Give them a fireball!"
"Alright, give me your location." Without any apparent incantation, the headmaster waved an old, small magic wand, and a small
fireball floated on top of it. Teacher Aken quickly cast several hand seals and uttered "Rise!" Cook flicked his wand and
"Release!" The fireball traced an arc, roaring and flying over several courtyards before landing in the inn's courtyard.
Several screams followed. Cook shook his head: "Haven't used my skills in a while, a little off." Aken: "Deliberate." "Heh
heh, we're after money, not lives."
With a magician in charge, everyone obediently laid down their weapons and allowed their brothers to drive them into the courtyard.
Several fierce-looking men supported each other, some with minor injuries, but none serious. The fireball had made a lot of noise, but its power was actually quite small
; the headmaster had held back. The leader was still somewhat unconvinced: "My lord, we're taking
goods that belong to us in the warehouse, not that guy." Zhou Yixian kicked him in the stomach, the force of the kick subtle yet powerful.
The guy stood there motionless, and everyone thought he was invincible, but a moment later he was rolling on the ground clutching his stomach.
Zhou Yixian slowly said, "Whoever's goods are stored here, I'll verify the receipt and let them take them. No one
is allowed to take them without permission. Warehouse manager, clerks, and slaves, stand over there. Everyone else, leave." After saying that, Zhou Yixian
swaggered into the house to drink tea. Zhou Yixian, with his legs crossed, flipped through the messy ledgers, but couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Since he had no intention of running the business, he tossed it aside after a couple of glances and glanced at the cautious shopkeeper standing beside him, asking,
"Old Smith, how many employees and slaves do you have?" "Master, two employees and four slaves." "Is
that all?" "Yes, Master, that's all..." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "Master, there's a young lady in the backyard. She's been here
for over a month; I don't know if she's left yet." Zhou Yixian snorted, "Looks like she hasn't left yet, heh heh."
Zhou Yixian strolled unsteadily to the backyard, where a beautiful woman stood at the door to greet him. This girl wore a vibrant red
dress, had delicate features, and possessed an indescribable allure that drew your attention and made you want to embrace her
. Zhou's weakness was his lust, and he immediately felt a little weaker. He walked over and playfully put his arm around her waist.
The girl, like a startled rabbit, tried to back away, but there was no way to escape. With a soft "ooh," she was pulled into Zhou's arms. The girl was
soft-spoken and had a supple waist. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. He reached out and pinched her chin: "Don't be afraid, little sister, with
your sorcerer brother, I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury."
The little girl blushed instantly, her slender waist twisting slightly as she half-heartedly followed me into the house: "Where's the bedroom?"
"Over here, sir. Don't be in such a hurry, sir. Let Sasha help you with your grooming." "Don't call me 'sir,' call me 'brother
.' Give me a kiss." He gave her a hard kiss on the cheek before letting her go: "Sir, oh brother, would you like tea or coffee?"
"Tea is fine." "Coming right away." The little girl, blushing, ran away like a rabbit.
A moment later, Sasha brought over some black tea and a few pastries. Zhou Yixian glanced at them, drank the tea, and took
a couple of bites of the pastries. Sasha visibly relaxed. Zhou then pulled Sasha into his arms. Sasha tried to break free, but found
herself powerless and unable to move. Her clothes were removed one by one. The girl's face was a little pale, and she forced a
smile, saying, "Brother, be gentle, Sasha is afraid of hurting you."
Zhou Yixian removed her last piece of underwear, caressing her alabaster breasts, and looked at her teasingly, saying,
"Good Sasha, are you waiting for your master to collapse?" Sasha's face turned a little blue: "What are you saying, Master? Sasha
doesn't understand. Let go of Sasha, let Sasha support you." "Hehe, didn't the person who gave you the medicine tell you that
it's useless against magicians?" Sasha's face turned pale upon hearing this, and she bit her lower lip, remaining silent.
Zhou Yixian took a rope and tied Sasha up behind her back. Then, he threaded a long rope through the roof beam and slowly hoisted her up
until her buttocks were sticking up high and her toes barely touching the ground. He removed her petticoat and underwear,
stripping her naked, and pulled her face up by her hair. He pried open her mouth to check her teeth; there was no poison hidden there. He removed her jewelry
, most of which were cheap, except for a small ring containing a poison needle, crudely made, which he tossed aside.
Zhou Yixian lifted Sasha's chin and asked, "Can you tell me where you're from and what your real name is?" Sasha turned her face
away. Zhou chuckled, lightly patted her face, turned behind her, roughly spread her buttocks, and admired her pink...
With a sharp thrust of his middle finger into her anus, the girl cried out, her buttocks clenching tightly. His fingers carefully
traced the inside of her soft, smooth rectum. Then, he combed her hair into a bundle, tied it with a thin rope, and
connected it to the main rope of the hanging beam. He patted her upturned face, tapped her ears a few times to block her hearing, blindfolded her, stuffed a stinky sock
into her mouth, and tied a silk scarf around her head in a knot.
Blocking her hearing and vision would make her extremely sensitive, facilitating further torture. He slapped
her buttocks hard, leaving a red five-finger mark, and went out to do his errands. He was busy until almost midnight. When he returned to the room, the girl was covered in
cold sweat, her muscles trembling uncontrollably. Zhou Yixian, with a wicked grin, admired her snow-white body. Because she couldn't hear any external
sounds, her nerves were extremely sensitive. The beating of her heart, the flow of her blood, the chrysanthemums of her internal organs became a deafening
cacophony bombarding her mind. All she could do was try to pass out as quickly as possible.
The girl had actually let herself faint, but that wouldn't do. A touch of spiritual energy on her forehead instantly brought her back to consciousness
. Upon waking, large drops of fragrant sweat dripped to the ground, her body stiff. Zhou Yixian could already sense her
frantic begging for mercy, though her mouth was gagged and she couldn't make a sound. But he wasn't going to let her off so easily. He picked up a whip and lashed
her bottom hard, leaving a red welt on her tender white bottom. The girl's mind exploded like an atomic
bomb, and she jumped up.
For her, death was a relief. Each lash brought her excruciating pain to the brink of collapse. Zhou Yixian
lashed her slowly and carefully, maintaining a consistent distance between each strike, finishing on the left before moving to the right,
creating diamond-shaped patterns on her soft, beautiful buttocks. After a dozen or so lashes, a stream of urine flowed down her thighs, followed by a "plop,"
filling the room with a foul odor—a stream of feces had been expelled. Zhou immediately dropped the whip, pressed on her Baihui point (crown of the head), and released warm
spiritual energy to protect her heart and consciousness. Her mind was completely collapsing; if he didn't stop it immediately, she would become an idiot
, and even if she recovered, she would suffer from amnesia. A girl without her memories wouldn't be fun.
While protecting her heart, Zhou Yixian released the restrictions on her body. Her features were distorted and contorted with pain, and
white foam appeared at her mouth. He took out a pill, dissolved it in water, and fed it to her, using his spiritual energy to neutralize the medicinal effects. Seeing her
take a long breath and her complexion soften, he knew he had saved her and tossed the girl onto the bed.
Zhou Yixian summoned two slaves to clean the stinking room. Upon seeing the incredibly erotic scene, the two slaves were met with a beautiful
young girl, completely naked, lying face down on the bed, fast asleep. Her snow-white thighs dangled off the bed, her sexy buttocks
were raised, covered in a diamond pattern, and yellow excrement clung between her legs. The two men shamefully became aroused. Zhou
Yixian glared at them fiercely, an invisible pressure sending chills down their spines, and they bowed respectfully. The slaves cleaned
the room, then brought hot water to wipe the girl's body, carefully wiping her anus repeatedly, and even inserting their fingers into her anus.
A young... After the slave was cleaned, he couldn't help but stroke her pink and alluring vulva, swallowing hard. Zhou
Chong gave him a heavy lash with his whip, "Damn it, you think you can touch my prey? Get out of here!"
The girl remained fast asleep, unresponsive to any movement. Her long eyelashes fluttered occasionally.
She was still lying face down on the bed, one leg propped up on the edge, the other dangling on the floor, her entire pink
garden exposed. Zhou Yixian only glanced at her a few times before sitting cross-legged and entering meditation. He needed to
let the girl sleep for two hours to stabilize her.
Three hours later, Zhou awoke from his meditation and went over to admire his beautiful prey. His hand traced the smooth back to
her buttocks, parting her thighs to reveal her tightly closed anus. The pale brown folds of flesh radiated evenly. He released his hand to admire
the diamond-shaped patterns on her buttocks, feeling that two more lashes were still needed; the patterns would be perfect. He positioned the girl's buttocks and delivered a sharp
"smack" of the lash. She screamed in surprise, waking from her dream. She rolled onto the bed, clutching the blanket haphazardly , and began to sob like a wounded fawn, her blue eyes filled with tears 　　that spilled out in large drops
. 　　 Zhou Yixian jumped onto the bed, staring into her eyes: "Do you submit?" The girl cried, "Waaah, Master, Shasha submits! 　　Shasha will never dare to do it again, waaaah!" Zhou smiled and nodded: "Good girl, Shasha, there's one more lash. Be a good girl and stick your little bottom 　　up." Without waiting for a reply, he pulled her over, her head against the bed, her bottom sticking up high. He picked up the whip, aimed 　　, and with a snap, perfectly lashed out the last lash. 　　 He roughly flipped her over, bending her legs and spreading them wide apart towards her chest. "Spread your cunt open." He picked up a 　　candle, lit it, and dripped a drop of wax into her cunt. "Ah!" "You little bitch, you've made me very angry today. I'm going 　　to start questioning you now. If you dare to lie to me, I'll scald your cunt today. I'll keep dripping wax down. If you want to suffer less, you'd better answer quickly." "Yes, sir 　　. 　　" "Louder, I didn't hear you clearly." 　　 "Yes, sir." "Spread your cunt wider." He dripped another drop of wax. "Ugh..." "What's your real name?" "Theresa 　　, everyone calls me Sasha." He continued to drip wax onto her body while asking, "Who sent you?" "My mother 　　sent me." "What did you send me for?" "To bring a bag of jewels and to relay messages between the two sides." 　　"What else?" "What else..." "Speak quickly." He dripped a large drop of wax onto her anus, "And satisfy 　　his demands." "What demands?" "His demands to be fucked, sob sob..." 　　 "Is she your biological mother?" "She bought us all." "She taught you seductive skills too!" "Yes." 　　"That medicine wasn't given by her, was it?" "No, it was given by the man who gave me the jewelry. He didn't say it wouldn't 　　work on mages." "Heh, actually it works on some mages." He thought to himself, "I'm an alchemist, I deal with medicine all the time 　　, I wouldn't lie." "She seemed like she could have escaped, why didn't she? Trying to seduce me?" He moved the candle to her 　　rosy soles and continued dripping: "I wanted to take the jewelry away, but the master stopped me. I want to gain the master's favor, then think of another 　　way." "If you don't take the jewelry back, you're afraid they'll punish you." He played with her little feet. "Heh, is the master more powerful, 　　or is your low-class thief madam more powerful?" "The master is more powerful, Sasha is convinced." He extinguished the candle and 　　threw it aside. "From now on, be the master's slave!" "Yes, master." A hint of despair flashed in Sasha's eyes. 　　 Seeing that her inner thighs to her lower abdomen and buttocks were covered in wax, he carefully scraped off the wax bit by bit. Sasha had a...

The sight of the steamed bun-shaped abalone
was incredibly tempting. Without even cleaning it properly, he mounted her and began thrusting deeply. Each time his thick, hard penis withdrew, it brought out tender flesh, occasionally dropping bits of waxy residue. True to her reputation as a trained seductress, Sasha initially
frowned, enduring the pain, but later, her juices flowed freely, and her moans revealed pleasure.
Zhou Yixian put on his robe, pulled Sasha up naked, and slapped her bottom: "Come on,
show me your treasure." Sasha covered her chest with both hands and obediently led the way. The girl's graceful figure
swayed unconsciously, her diamond-patterned buttocks dancing like two flames, her inner thighs covered in sticky fluid, which stretched
into thin threads with each step.
Sasha pushed open the door to the recreation room at the end of the corridor, took out a key from a hidden compartment in a cabinet,
moved a brick from inside the fireplace, inserted the key, and an oil painting next to it opened, revealing a secret room. The walls of the secret room were made of cast steel and
painted with magic circles. Sasha reached out to grab the treasure inside, but immediately turned pale, closed her eyes, and fainted.
Zhou Yixian caught her in time, touched her philtrum, and she woke up with a whimper, wailing, "Waaah,
it's there, waaaah..." Zhou Yixian rolled his eyes, "Alright, alright, open that cabinet and take a look."
Sasha hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened the cabinet door, jumped up and screamed, "It's here, it's here!" She
looked like she was about to faint again; Zhou hugged her from behind, his hands naturally resting on her breasts, kneading them while
smelling her hair and licking her earlobe, "Scared now? Master is an all-powerful magician."
"Sasha will never dare to deceive her master again. Sasha will be very obedient." "I'll show you another secret."
Zhou Yixian pulled Sasha up, opened the door, and said to a corner, "Come out. How long do you plan to hide?"
A person walked out of that corner—it was the young slave. The boy had a sinister look on his face: "You're just a magic
apprentice." Zhou Yixian curled his lip: "You're just an idiot." The boy turned to run away, but suddenly his
eyes rolled back, and he clutched his neck. An invisible hand lifted him up in front of Zhou Yixian, pressed his hand on the top of his head, and began to search his soul.
His face immediately turned ashen, his features contorted, and he foamed at the mouth. After a few twists, he fainted. After the soul search, the idiot was thrown
into the yard.
Seeing Sasha's pale face and bluish lips, on the verge of collapse, Zhou Yixian sighed, "I give up." He
gave her a calming pill, and soon her head slumped softly against Zhou Yixian's shoulder, her long eyelashes fluttering as she fell into a
deep sleep. He carried her back to bed, and when she woke up again, two days had passed.
Zhou Yixian gave away the shops to various people: his teacher, the dean, the principal, and his junior sister's father. He invited Madam Lanruo to
manage the knight's mansion. The mansion was new; the guy hadn't been rich for long. The house wasn't big, but it had eight beautiful female slaves.
Madam Lanruo, along with George and a few others, checked the finances. When Zhou came in, she smiled and handed him the account book. After a quick glance,
she said, "George, you can take these armors and weapons and divide them among yourselves. The mansion and other assets will be handled by Madam." She secretly
pinched Lanruo's plump buttocks.
Madam Lanruo swayed her hips and snuggled closer: "What are you going to do with your slaves?" "Keep them, I guess." "Which
few sluts would love for you to keep them?" "I'm talking about the dead man's wife and child, what are you going to do with them?
They hate you to the bone." Lanruo's mouth tasted sour; she probably knew about disciplining Sasha last night.
Zhou Yixian pinched Lanruo's chin and kissed her cheek: "How can she compare to you? Let's go see our enemy
." Down in the wine cellar, they saw an iron cage containing a fat, burly woman with a face full of scars and eyes bulging
like copper bells. Seeing them enter, she slammed her fists against the bars, cursing and spitting all over Zhou's
face. Lanruo shrank behind Zhou Yixian in fright.
Zhou Yixian wiped his face. "Damn it," he thought, "if I don't teach this bitch a lesson, I'll write my name backwards." They called to their brothers
, dragged her out, stripped her naked, and hung her up. George and his gang swarmed her, pinning the strong woman to the ground and tearing off her clothes.
The old woman was surprisingly strong, rolling and struggling on the ground. The four burly men
couldn't hold her down, so they had to kick and beat her until her clothes were torn off piece by piece. Once she was completely naked, they couldn't hold her anymore, letting her slide around on the ground,
unable to tie her up no matter what they did.
One of the guys got angry, grabbed a stick, and shoved it into her vagina,
prying her up forcefully. The strong woman let out a "howl," clamped her legs together, and didn't move. Everyone laughed, tied her hands tightly, and hung her from the rafters. Her feet were off the ground, and she no longer had
the strength to struggle. Her plump body swayed and spun in the air. Zhou Yixian came over, used a small wooden stick to lift her
large breasts hanging in front of her chest, and then poked her navel: "Why don't you want to be my slave?" "Pah!"
she gritted her teeth and didn't say anything.
Zhou Yixian stepped back, took the whip, and lashed it across her back, leaving a bloody welt. She only snorted.
Then, one lash after another lashed her back, buttocks, and legs, leaving a diamond-shaped pattern. Her brothers took turns whipping her,
those half-grown boys with ruthless hands, specifically aiming for her breasts and vulva, leaving the old woman with torn and bleeding skin. She endured it all without uttering
a sound.
Zhou Yixian waved his hand: "Stop hitting her, it won't be fun if you hurt her. George, this is medicine for her wounds."
He pulled up a chair and sat down: "Doesn't she have two children? Where are they?" He brought over the two children, first looking at the little girl,
thin and small, about six or seven years old, wearing patched clothes. He pinched her chin; the little girl's features were
delicate, and from her eyebrows and eyes, she didn't seem to be related to the older women. He picked up her dirty little hands and saw scars on her thin arms.
"Who hit her?" The little girl shook her head and didn't answer. "Was it her?" He pointed at her, but she still shook her head. "Then who is your mother?" The little girl finally spoke: "My mother is in heaven." At this moment, George 　　called
softly from behind : "Big Brother." It was probably George who remembered his unfortunate past. 　　 Zhou Yixian shook his head, pulled the little girl and pointed at him: "This is George, you can call him Big Brother." 　　"Big Brother," the little girl called timidly: "You can stay with Madam Lanruo from now on, George will take her away." The little 　　girl looked back and followed. Zhou Yixian: "Bring the little boy over here." The little boy was chubby and fair-skinned, 　　with a fierce look on his face. Upon seeing him, he spat and turned his face away. That bastard Zhou stood up, tore his clothes 　　to shreds in a few quick movements, grabbed his hair, shoved his head into a chair, reached down between his legs, grabbed his penis, 　　and lifted it up, making his butt stick out. "Hold him down." The boy stubbornly refused, cursing and swearing, and then spat.

Two spittles landed on his anus, his pants were pulled down, his dragon spear pressed against his anus, his hand gripping his penis pulled back, and his spear
thrust forward. "Awooo!" the little brat made a sound like he was stomping on a chicken's neck.
Zhou Yixian's huge penis was like a pile driver, each time slamming all the way to the bottom without any cushioning. His hand
gripped the little penis and pulled it back slightly during the forward thrust. Each time his huge penis retreated, it pulled out some tender flesh and drew out a little blood. The little brat
could no longer scream, his face turned purple, his mouth gaped open and his head swayed weakly from side to side. After more than a hundred wild thrusts, a stream of
hot semen shot deep into his rectum.
Zhou Yixian pulled out his huge penis hard, looked at the bleeding anus, and let out a long breath: "Awesome!" He slapped his buttocks
: "Damn, three blows are no match for one." He looked at the stunned children: "Don't you want to have
a go too?" With a cheer of "Awooo!", everyone lined up, and the little brat began a new round of wailing.
Zhou Yixian walked up to the old woman. She was furious, her face flushed red, veins bulging on her forehead. She gritted her teeth, twisting
her hips, trying to kick Zhou Yixian. Zhou Yixian kicked her in the knee and grabbed her hair: "Your husband tried to kill me, I'll
slap him to death. If you're not happy, I'll beat you to a pulp and turn your son into a rabbit who sells butts. You and your son can just rot
here!"
The next day, Zhou Yixian went back to school. During break, his junior sister was playing with gold coins between her toes. This girl helped with
the accounts and got a share, so her allowance was plentiful. Naturally, she bought a bunch of snacks. One hand flipped through a book, the other
grabbed snacks, and her toes still held gold coins. "Senior brother, you seemed to use some really powerful methods in that duel the other day?"
"Of course. As mages, close combat has never been our strong suit. But for mages who can't avoid battle, it's
an unavoidable subject. So, we must have a few underhanded tricks to save our lives."
"What trick did you use, Senior Brother?" "This..." Zhou Yixian took out a reed tube, tapped it on a piece of white paper, and
a thin, gray needle appeared. "This is called the Green Eyelash Needle. It's hard to spot once it's shot out." As he spoke, Zhou Yixian locked
onto the needle, which floated up lightly and suddenly disappeared, stopping in front of his junior sister's brow in the blink of an eye. "I want one too! I want one too!"
"To be honest, this thing is very difficult to control!" This Green Eyelash Needle was invented by the Green Eyebrow Venerable. When it first appeared,
it was considered a deadly weapon, used to ambush countless people. Zhou was the third person to learn how to make needles, but by the time he mastered it, its lethality had
decreased to negligible.
This is because the needle is easy to defend against; just add a barrier in front of the eyes, and that's it. That guy in the duel that day only needed to
place a layer of battle aura in front of his eyes to be safe. Although the destructive power was gone, everyone became a weapon refiner
because the materials were cheap, costing almost nothing, and could be used in large quantities. The key was engraving two formations onto thin
, brittle needles, which severely tested fundamental skills and was one of the basic training exercises for weapon refiners.
The junior sister strained to control the needle, but it didn't react at all, and the girl gave up and flew away.
Zhou Yixian smiled; anyone who could manipulate a needle freely at the beginner level was a very powerful figure after reaching the Core Formation stage.
At this moment, the gatekeeper brought Zhou a note, which he glanced at and tossed aside with a "heh."
Back home that evening, the old woman, though somewhat exhausted, remained vicious. Zhou Yixian
summoned both male and female slaves, hung her up again, and had the female slaves humiliate her in various ways: slapping her, twisting her breasts,
spitting in her mouth, and constantly verbally abusing her. He also had the male slaves first penetrate her son's anus before beating her. After watching for a while, Zhou
ordered that they not kill her, then went back to have sex with Madam Lanruo.
At dawn, he checked on the mother and son; their anuses were so swollen from being penetrated that a basketball could fit inside. He took them down, applied medicine, and threatened,
"You filthy bitch, from now on, I'll fill your anus every night before you sleep. Just wait to rot here." He then reached out and
plucked a handful of pubic hair. Every night, he had a group of slaves torture them, and during the day, he treated them with medicine. This cycle repeated until the third
day when they broke down, wailing and begging for mercy.
Zhou Yixian viciously stretched out a foot: "Lick the shoe clean." She immediately crawled forward a few steps, grabbed
the foot, and licked it vigorously until the sole shone. "Open your mouth!" He glanced at her black, stinking mouth:
"You stinking woman, your mouth stinks so much, let me wash it for you." He pulled out his penis and urinated on her face, saying as he urinated:
"How does my divine urine taste? If it's good, drink it all, don't waste it, haha!" The old woman tried her best to
swallow the urine mixed with the mud from the shoe, suppressing her nausea as she kowtowed: "This servant thanks Master for the urine."

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