Bald Tiger's Super Martial Arts Apocalypse Fanfiction - Xie Jiuyou and Zhou Feng's Misfortune

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These two are utterly despicable. Not only do they indiscriminately kill, but knowing the government won't kill them, they continue killing instead of running away with their tails between their legs. Their bullying and blatant use of their power against the protagonist is utterly despicable. This plot is deliberately designed to disgust. These two scoundrels could have just run away, but they had to jump back out, oblivious to their own mortality. It's utterly repulsive. Their arrogance is nothing but hypocrisy. The righteous and demonic paths are supposed to be a life-or-death struggle; their double-dealing and betrayal are disgusting. The Underworld Emperor is the same; a villain who steals his way to power while the protagonist's team and government warriors always suffer defeats is disgusting. They use innocent civilians as cannon fodder, talking about seeking the Dao—it's pathetic behavior. It's excruciating to watch. The deaths of the protagonist's team and others are not worth it.

Despite being in a deep, unfathomable underground, faint fragments of light fall softly. This is clearly a city built inside a giant cave, and its eaves, pavilions, and towers are all in the traditional style inherited from the ancient Yanhuang Kingdom.
The appearance of the Blood Moon Civilization prompted the ambitious Underworld Emperor to dedicate his entire sect to the Investiture of the Gods. The Hell Ghost Palace had fully committed itself to the Blood Moon World, but this didn't mean their former underground stronghold could be taken along. After all, the Hell Ghost Palace was a martial arts sect, not a cultivation sect focused on capturing stars and the moon.
Therefore, the city was left idle, guarded only by a few idle members. However, it now welcomed two new masters.
First, he had to repel a missile attack, then fight a fierce battle against various elites mobilized by the government, then defeat the sword-wielding Fairy Ye, and now he had to unleash his attacks on the seemingly invincible Bald Strongman. After traveling thousands of kilometers, Nian Jiuyou was utterly exhausted. Even with his legendary innate connection to his meridians, he felt an urge to faint.
But what did all this matter for his junior sister?
The gluttonous old ghost at the front directed several idle ghosts to spread out a red carpet, and Nian Jiuyou and Zhou Feng, a beautiful couple, slowly walked into the ghost mansion where the Underworld Emperor had previously resided.
"The aura is deep and majestic, Master's mansion is still so impressive."
"Senior brother, what were you like here back then?" "
Haha, back then this mansion was only three stories high, and there were many insects at night. Master went out and killed a fire centipede king, a three-headed beast king, and an old man from the underworld, before he could intimidate the monsters around."
Nian Jiuyou's eyes were filled with emotion.
"That was decades ago."
"Senior brother, now that we're back, we should have a good look around."
Zhou Feng smiled, revealing a girlish side that made Nian Jiuyou's heart flutter.
"Okay, okay, junior sister, whatever you want to do, senior brother will accompany you."
At this moment, the gluttonous old ghost came over, his usual scholarly demeanor completely gone, his old face stretched into a wrinkled smile like a chrysanthemum.
"I... this old servant will arrange a banquet."
Even though they had been fellow disciples for many years, Nian Jiuyou raised an eyebrow, lifted her chin, and nodded slightly, resuming her usual arrogant demeanor.
"Damn it, what are you pretending for?"
Taotie cursed inwardly, his hatred for this arrogant elder reaching its peak. To be fair, Taotie wasn't entirely without affection for the Earth Ghost Cave, but he hadn't expected this arrogant man to be such an ingrate, causing them to lose their entire sect—he was utterly despicable. Driven by his dark thoughts, Taotie transferred his anger at being dragged out and killed onto Nian Jiuyou. He hated the elder who had treated them like expendable pawns even more than the bald-headed boy, even though it was the latter who had hacked them to death with a machete.
Leaving aside the trouble the gluttonous beasts caused to the remaining old, weak, and disabled of the Ghost Palace, Nian Jiuyou helped Zhou Feng in, miraculously sensing their presence and leading them to the place where the Underworld Emperor slept and cultivated.
Zhou Feng naturally wanted to stay in this most prestigious place, while Nian Jiuyou himself would stay at the former Underworld Granny's place, since it was nearby.
Helping Zhou Feng sit on a simple bed, Nian Jiuyou was extremely attentive.
"Master's living quarters are still so simple. Junior sister, please rest here. Master's room gathers qi and yin, which is extremely beneficial for healing. I'll go and tell them to change these furnishings to something better."
Zhou Feng tugged at the man's sleeve, and Nian Jiuyou's incredibly agile movements immediately stopped .
"Senior brother..."
The girl's eyes were clear and bright, her eyelashes fluttering like brushes. "...Thank you ," a light "thank
you" left this man, known for his arrogance, at a loss for words. "...This is all Master's will," Zhou Feng said with a slight smile, her large eyes narrowing. "Is that so, Senior Brother?" Nian Jiuyou was filled with tenderness, never expecting that gentleness could truly soften even the most hardened steel. Just as he was about to speak... But at that moment, a knock sounded at the door, it was Taotie's old chrysanthemum voice. "The meal is ready," Nian Jiuyou said, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, followed by Zhou Feng, who was secretly chuckling. There was no way around it; Taotie hadn't served anyone for more than a second, so he couldn't possibly do anything better. Actually, even legendary martial artists didn't need to go to the Five Sacred Treasures Temple, but the main problem was that his injuries were too severe, and some nutrition would help him recover faster. Years ago, when Zhou Feng was "picked up" by the Earth Ghost Rotten Cave, she was just a small, delicate girl with tender arms and legs. Although she knew she was Master's offspring and was mentally prepared, the pure innocence of an elfin fallen to earth immediately overwhelmed Nian Jiuyou. The Ghost Cave was mostly inhabited by drug addicts. With drugs, they often added prostitution and gambling, frequently hosting orgies where two women, or those goddesses serving as sex toys, made their living through this. Nian Jiuyou had participated many times, but after indulging in delicacies, simple fare like tofu with scallions always felt fresh, especially since it was his master's tofu, hitting the mark with men's psychology. Coupled with years of unfulfilled desire, the arrogant elder was getting a little obsessed. After a satisfying meal, it was time to rest. For several days, he meditated, a practice he used to easily endure for months or even years. Now, however, Nian Jiuyou found it hard to resist. He couldn't help it; the meat he craved was right in front of him. "I need to check on my junior sister's recovery," Nian Jiuyou said, finding a good excuse, and headed towards his junior sister. "Senior brother," Zhou Feng's smile was still so pure. Seeing the faint light in her eyes and her powerful aura, it was clear she had recovered. "Junior sister, you've finished healing, that's good." Just as he was thinking of an excuse to linger, Zhou Feng's small hand reached out to him. "Senior brother, let's talk." Although it suited his mood perfectly, Nian Jiuyou was a seasoned veteran, having not "talked" with a woman like this for many years. Sitting next to Zhou Feng, he didn't blush and fumble like a novice; a little joy was still there. Before long, the distance between them quickly closed. Zhou Feng was pulled into Nian Jiuyou's arms, and seeing the hint of expectation in his junior sister's eyes, he was thrilled. His face remained calm and still, and Nian Jiuyou's right hand reached out and placed on Zhou Feng's shoulder. Just as their lips were about to touch, the hidden, cold aura in the room suddenly shifted, creating an indescribable sense of grandeur. The two stood up in astonishment, only to see a ball of black mist slowly unfolding at the door, turning red. The opaque red aura rippled slightly, appearing extremely strange. At this moment, Nian Jiuyou and Zhou Feng understood. They stepped back, bowed deeply, and performed the most respectful and courteous gesture.

The first person to step out of the unfolding portal was a beautiful woman with gray hair, her expression extremely kind and gentle, now appearing even more sacred.
Following her was an elderly woman in magnificent robes, her expression solemn and grave, seemingly burdened with unspeakable sorrow.
"Feng'er, Nian'er, you are both well."
"You… Granny Youming…"
Zhou Feng stared wide-eyed in disbelief at what she was seeing.
"This is…?"
"Naturally, it is the great power of the God of the Underworld. Not to mention reversing aging, even resurrection is a piece of cake."
Smiling, she patted Zhou Feng's head as she approached. It was hard to believe that this beautiful woman was the previously aged Granny Youming. However, the pursuit of beauty is probably a woman's instinct, especially now that she was the rightful First Saint, many things impossible for Earthlings became easy.
Granny Youming said solemnly.
"Alright, we can talk about this later. His Majesty the God of the Underworld summons you, Feng'er."
Noticing Nian Jiuyou's gaze, Granny Youming turned and said,
"Nian'er, you come too."
"Yes."
Since the Emperor of the Underworld—no, the God of the Underworld—summoned them, they couldn't delay. Zhou Feng and Nian Jiuyou passed through the spatial gate one after the other. The old man behind them, with a bitter face, cast a spell to close the passage. The aura on the girl was still very familiar to him; it was the millennia-old power of the monarch! All of this benefited these people. He almost wanted to kill himself, but now he had to work for them. It was such a failure.
The Shadow Kingdom of Vesalon had changed drastically. In any case, everything here moved according to the will of the gods. Walking into the magnificent palace, on the throne was a kind-faced, round-faced fat man—the former Emperor of the Underworld, now the God of the Underworld.
"Father,"
"Master,"
"Your Majesty the God of the Underworld,"
"Feng'er, you've come. Oh, Nian'er's here too. It's alright, it's alright."
His Majesty the God of the Underworld, perhaps out of habit, was still dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. However, he not only possessed the boundless and majestic aura of a Celestial Warrior, but now also a magical power that seemed omnipotent, inspiring an impulse to worship upon seeing him.
Even if he wasn't an absolute god in the philosophical sense of omniscience and omnipotence, as a being of a higher level of existence, he was still worthy of reverence.
Enjoying a few seconds of the reverent gazes of his disciple and daughter, the God of the Underworld descended step by step, approaching Zhou Feng. His eyes seemed to contain an endless galaxy; even the quick-witted Zhou Feng was momentarily stunned.
"Hmm, Feng'er, your cultivation technique is progressing very well."
"Father, I..."
The God of the Underworld didn't continue his conversation with his daughter, but instead looked at the last person to enter this magnificent palace—the elderly man in exquisitely luxurious robes.
"Alright, let's begin. Not a single second should be wasted,"
the old man said expressionlessly, but as he stepped forward, Nian Jiuyou felt a sense of mockery. This strange feeling made him inexplicably uneasy, though he attributed it to the special environment of the Divine Kingdom.
The old man's hands were withered and shriveled, like two bamboo twigs. He made a move that surprised both Zhou Feng and Nian Jiuyou, reaching out to Zhou Feng and tearing her delicate, thin, revealing, and transparent gauze dress to shreds from her shoulders. Under the influence of his magic, Zhou Feng was instantly naked, except for her shoes and socks, her fair and beautiful body exposed.
"!"
Zhou Feng immediately tried to reflexively cover her private parts. Unlike the lewd parties that were common in her sect, she naturally lived a life of chastity and purity. After all, being noticed by Visharun meant she was practically a saintess. But the old man waved his hand, and the temporary divine kingdom authority subdued her.
Nian Jiuyou's anger surged, and he was about to unleash his endless purple flames to burn this old codger to ashes. However, the moment he activated his power, an unseen force descended. How could Nian Jiuyou, a mere individual, contend with an entire divine kingdom? He wasn't even a demigod yet, like a fly trapped in amber. Nian Jiuyou froze in place.
"Nian'er, what are you doing? Don't disturb the important matter."
The Underworld God hadn't even lifted his eyelids, calmly watching his daughter being stripped naked by the old man. The girl's pure body, her two white breasts, the small tuft of fine hair surrounding her pink vulva, her tight and smooth skin—every inch of it was revealed to him.
The Underworld Granny's beautiful face showed difficulty, as if subduing Nian Jiuyou was a matter of utmost importance.
"Granny, he..."
"This man is also one of His Majesty the Underworld God's subordinates. You must respect and cooperate with him."
Nian Jiuyou was extremely shocked and angry, but having roamed the martial world for a hundred years, he still used reason to ask the question.
"Why...why did he do this?"
Granny Youming sighed softly, smiling slightly.
"Oh, Nian'er, I've forgotten. Listen to me."
But then, Granny Youming's words plunged him and Zhou Feng into hell.
"Although the God of the Underworld has ascended to the divine throne, there are many corrupt and hypocritical evil gods in this world. They will come knocking soon. Although the God of the Underworld is not afraid of them, to fight against overwhelming odds, he still needs to rely on..." As
she spoke, Granny Youming patted a pillar behind her with her right hand.
"The Shadow Kingdom is not an option. But the divine kingdom needs divine power, and what the God of the Underworld needs most right now is the Death God's divine power that Vesalon has accumulated over a thousand years."
"The Death God's divine power is on Junior Sister,"
Nian Jiuyou murmured.
"That's right, so His Majesty the God of the Underworld must quickly obtain this divine power."
The former Pope of Vesalon, the old man who was temporarily the second-in-command of the God of the Underworld's Church, muttered a few words, his withered and thin gray-black fingers gliding across Zhou Feng's fair and smooth skin, leaving a black line that quickly disappeared with each stroke. The old man seemed to transform into a painter, displaying his talent on the canvas, except his canvas was a sexy, naked, pure female body.
Collarbone, breasts, waist, abdomen, all the way down, not even sparing the pink buds and the tightly closed labia, the old man's hands relentlessly circling Zhou Feng, until he reached her calves.
Seeing this strange scene, Nian Jiuyou felt even more flustered, but no matter how brilliant he was, he was ultimately just a legend; it was far too difficult to contend with the power of the divine kingdom. He could only look at Granny Youming, his face full of confusion.
"Granny, this…"
"Nian'er, don't say any more. It's a great honor for you to witness this
ceremony," the elegantly dressed old man stopped, his hands disappearing into his sleeves as he retreated, the Underworld Emperor appearing quite interested.
"Ready?"
"Indeed, Your Majesty."
The old man snapped his fingers, and Zhou Feng, who stood before them bewildered and terrified, was enveloped in a layer of intricate patterns. The light of the patterns flashed and then disappeared, but Zhou Feng's eyes became dazed, her small mouth slightly open, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
"The circulation of divine power and mental preparation are complete. Now she will wholeheartedly accept you."
"Very good. As I said, as long as you cooperate, I will keep your subordinates."
"Grateful for Your Majesty's kindness and generosity."
The old man stepped down and stood beside Granny Youming. The God of the Underworld walked towards Zhou Feng. Without any visible movement, his t-shirt and shorts turned into wisps of smoke, instantly transforming into a large, luxuriously furnished soft bed.
The God of the Underworld generously exposed his body, his lower weapon neither too long nor too short, and now he raised his head.
"Your Majesty the God of the Underworld
,"
the old man suddenly spoke again, making the God of the Underworld turn his head.
"You should be even more magnificent, ideally reaching her limit of endurance, so that the spell's effect can be maximized."
"Yes, thank you for reminding me,"
the God of the Underworld nodded, his lower body swelling as if inflated, transforming from a normal size of ten centimeters into a powerful cannon as thick as an infant's arm, with bulging, throbbing veins coiled around it.
Realizing what was about to happen, Nian Jiuyou felt a lump in her throat.
But the other party was an existence who had already ascended to godhood; what could she say?
With this thought, the weakness of Nian Jiuyou's cultivation technique was exposed. The Evil Phoenix Technique was arrogant and powerful, pointing directly to the Great Dao, but a cultivator must never bend, cultivating a sense of pride within; otherwise, how could she be considered an Evil Phoenix? Now, with such a humiliating attack, and her only able to "observe" from below, Nian Jiuyou's cultivation instantly crumbled.
"Ugh~ Pfft—"
Nian Jiuyou couldn't suppress it any longer and suddenly spat out a mouthful of hot blood mist, drawing the surprised gaze of the old man beside him. He turned his questioning gaze to Granny Youming, who placed her hand on Nian Jiuyou's shoulder. She channeled a pure stream of Undying Technique into him, helping to suppress the chaotic energy within his body.
"Alas, it's also hard on Nian'er. This child has always liked Feng'er, but this is for a greater cause. Nian'er, please bear with it."
On the other side, the God of the Underworld supported his daughter's body. The girl, aroused by the magic, had become confused and infatuated. The man's fingers only slightly caressed her, yet her face flushed slightly, her breath became disordered, and she began to unconsciously twist her body.
Seeing this scene, Nian Jiuyou's eyes widened in fury. Extreme humiliation and anger surged in his heart. He hated not only his own incompetence but also his seemingly brilliant but actually inhuman master.
"You...you old scoundrel!"
Nian Jiuyou cursed loudly. The God of the Underworld turned around, frowned slightly, but did not stop his movements at all, directly inserting his erect lower body into his daughter's virgin passage.
"Nian'er! You have overstepped your bounds, why don't you apologize to His Majesty the God of the Underworld?"
Granny Youming raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily.
The God of the Underworld had begun to enter and exit again and again. He lifted Zhou Feng up, ignoring the fact that his daughter was tearing and bleeding from accepting his extremely thick lower body, like a pile driver, squeezing open the girl's tight flesh, and thrusting straight into the pure womb deep inside.
Nian Jiuyou didn't even bother to maintain her composure, not wanting to get entangled with the God of the Underworld who violated human ethics, and cursed angrily,
"Damn it, what nonsense are you talking about, even taking advantage of his own daughter, he's an old scoundrel..."
Granny Youming had already swung out her left hand, her palm long and white, her nails neat, now shaped like an eagle's claw, yet it had a terrifying power that seemed to tear everything apart, which was her signature move.
With a powerful, grayish-white aura, Granny Youming struck Nian Jiuyou so hard that his shoulder caved in. Without external interference, their strength was roughly equal, with Nian Jiuyou's formidable physique perhaps giving him a slight advantage. However, having suffered a great humiliation and been suppressed by the Shadow God Kingdom, he had lost even a tenth of his strength, allowing Granny Youming to inflict a severe injury.
"Ah...ah...ahhh..."
Groaning and writhing beneath the God of the Underworld, Zhou Feng's mind was controlled by the old man in fine clothes, her entire being swept away by lust. She felt no pain of losing her virginity, only the primal desire of her body. Even with her own father on top of her, she unconsciously tightened her legs, contracting her firm buttocks, squeezing out pleasure, striving to please the man beneath her.
Nian Jiuyou collapsed to the side, his damaged Evil Phoenix Technique pushed to its limit under extreme mental concentration, blazing like a purple, mystical torch. He unleashed a string of filthy curses, now only regretting his own foolishness in believing that the old scoundrel, the Underworld Emperor, would grant him and his junior sister's wish. He never imagined that the other party would be so ruthless for the sake of the God of Death's power, committing such a disgraceful act of raping his daughter.
"Zhou Xiao, you're truly trash, a coffin-stuffed coffin, a rapist!"
"Enough, Nian Jiuyou, this is a grave offense of disrespect!"
Granny Youming waved her hand again, her sharp ghostly claws shattering the protective purple flames around Nian Jiuyou's body, leaving several large and small wounds on his flesh. Nian Jiuyou coughed up blood, only managing to stay conscious thanks to the physique and willpower of a legendary martial artist. Overwhelmed with extreme regret and remorse, he wished he could bang his head against the ground.
Seeing the two men's ugly infighting, the richly dressed old man felt a sense of satisfaction and pleasure. He wished they would fight until their brains popped out, or that the Underworld Emperor would suddenly die, foaming at the mouth, thus avenging his master.
Soon, the Underworld God's massive weapon proved powerful, intensifying Zhou Feng's reaction. Amidst Zhou Feng's groans, the girl's body tensed, even her toes curling from the intense pleasure.
Facing her climax, the Underworld God remained serious, as if he weren't the one riding on his daughter's back. Grasping Zhou Feng's breasts, the Underworld Emperor pressed down, thrusting his lower body deep into her, pressing against her pure womb. Wave after wave of
fluid mixed with pure divine power flowed from Zhou Feng's body, all of which was absorbed and refined by the Underworld God. This bizarre scene lasted for nearly a minute, until saliva dripped from Zhou Feng's mouth, her face twisted to one side, and her strength reached its limit, at which point the Underworld Emperor released her.
Seeing that the old man had finished his work, and his lower body had shrunk back to its normal size, Granny Youming hurriedly went up to him and handed him a piece of fine white silk to rub his body.
"Your Majesty, how are you feeling?"
The God of the Underworld nodded gently, finally breaking the seriousness on his face and revealing a smile.
"Very good. With Feng'er's mediation, the loss of my conversion of Vesalon's divine power is even lower."
He placed his palm on Granny Youming's shoulder and patted her lightly. The God of the Underworld instructed,
"Alright, I need to carefully comprehend the power of Vesalon. Take Feng'er away."
The God of the Underworld then looked at Nian Jiuyou, who was groaning with difficulty on the ground. A pool of turbid hot blood had already flowed from his body, and he could only manage a few choked sobs.
"Nian'er, you were a hero back then. Why are you so concerned about these trivial matters? Very well, Xiao Hong, send him away to rest and reflect on his mistakes."
"Your Majesty's kindness!"
Granny Youming bowed deeply, reached out and lifted Zhou Feng, whose lower body was a mess and whose body was covered in sweat, and carried him down.
Soon, Granny Youming's disciples arrived and lifted Nian Jiuyou down.
When Nian Jiuyou awoke, she found herself in a cage, identical in layout to the Ghost Mansion of yesteryear. She immediately recognized it as her solitary confinement cell.
"Hmm, your elder is awake. Oh dear, don't touch me!"
"Hehe, thank you for your trouble,"
a seemingly aloof old man was entangled with a seductive beauty, almost reaching his hand into her open robes. He didn't seem to think much of Taotie. Yin Caixia pushed his hand away, politely but firmly refusing him.
Taotie didn't persist. He walked over, looking at Nian Jiuyou in the cage with a complex expression of pleasure.
"Elder... I've brought you some food."
Taotie reached out and tossed a cloth bag inside, which scattered beside Nian Jiuyou. It contained a dead rat.
"Taotie, what do you mean by this?"
Faced with Taotie's blatant insult, Nian Jiuyou felt incredibly angry, but Taotie was completely unfazed by his rage. Despite his facade of a refined and aloof scholar, he was nothing more than a villainous江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) figure. He picked his nose, flicked the black speck from his fingertip, and with the exquisite power of the Great Sumeru Palm, which landed squarely on Nian Jiuyou's cheek, the blow landed.
Ignoring the furious Nian Jiuyou behind him, Taotie turned around and set up a broadcasting device from Earth.
"Oh dear, Elder, don't be angry! I have a gift for you, Taotie. I prepared this especially for you."
The broadcast showed the Underworld Emperor Zhou Xiao riding on top of Zhou Feng. The girl knelt on the bed with her arms bent, her high-raised buttocks like a female dog, enduring the Underworld Emperor's continuous assaults.
"Indeed quite a sight, tsk tsk, it's making me all wet."
Yin Caixia, who hadn't left, reached out and stroked her breasts through her clothes.
"Hehe, this old man has been studying the Great Sumeru Palm for many years, would you like to discuss it with me, Miss Yin?"
Taotie grinned, then shamelessly moved closer, his open manhood suddenly opening and grabbing one of Yin Caixia's plump, bouncy, snow-white buttocks, kneading it forcefully.
"Oh, so you know this move too, alright, Elder, please watch my Ghost Claw."
Feeling incredibly comfortable from Taotie's kneading, Yin Caixia turned around and grabbed his lower body, skillfully stroking it.
Taotie was now extremely pleased with himself for his performance in front of Nian Jiuyou, while Nian Jiuyou's face was as black as if it were about to fall to the ground, but even his dantian was experiencing a knife-like pain, making it impossible for him to gather his strength.
After leaving Yin Caixia breathless, Taotie turned around and mocked Nian Jiuyou,
"You traitor! The Underworld God's ritual is still going on. This old man will broadcast it for you every day from now on."
Turning around, Taotie handed a large express delivery package to Yin Caixia.
"Heroine Yin, you must 'take good care' of our elder. Whatever you want from Earth in the future, I will definitely make it happen."
Taking the Earth-specific cosmetics, Yin Caixia nodded gently, knowing she couldn't return to Earth often.
"No problem, no problem."
Taotie left, and Yin Caixia crossed her legs and sat down in front of Nian Jiuyou. Looking at his disheveled appearance, she laughed,
"You were once the Underworld God's eldest disciple, but now you're practically a dog."
"Shut up, you stinking woman!"
Nian Jiuyou grabbed the railing and shouted angrily.
But Yin Caixia flashed to the railing and returned to her original position in an instant, only to find that she was holding a single finger in her hand.
The excruciating pain of his thumb being ripped off left Nian Jiuyou pale. He could only slump to the ground, clutching his bleeding hand.
"Haha, you cuckolded bastard, you dare to act tough with me? Once the God of the Underworld forgets you, you'll be a coward for life, you piece of trash!"
For months, Nian Jiuyou didn't even have a chance to heal himself. Yin Caixia ordered her subordinates to harass him constantly, and the lewd scenes of Zhou Feng having his divine power drained every day tore at his will. Finally, Nian Jiuyou's power was severely depleted, his true energy withered and collapsed, and he no longer possessed legendary strength.
Taotie arrived and saw that Nian Jiuyou's hair was gray, mostly gone, and his scalp was bald. His muscles were gone, his skin was rough and dark, and his face was full of wrinkles, making him look no different from an ordinary person in their seventies or eighties.
"Haha, you've finally gotten your comeuppance! You piece of trash, you ruined our entire sect's reputation, you deserve it!"
Although Taotie's words were slightly disrespectful, he was now the spokesperson for the Earthly Ghost Cave, so he let him insult her.
After that, Zhou Feng never appeared again. It was said that the old man in the fine clothes' magic was not perfect enough, and the repeated use of it drove her insane. Now she was being kept in a secluded room in a deep palace. Moreover, Zhou Feng's internal energy was overdrawn, and the Underworld God's weapon was deliberately amplified to its maximum. The last time, it made her bleed profusely, and her uterus was about to prolapse. Now she was completely ruined.
As for Nian Jiuyou, he became a forgotten person, almost imprisoned for the rest of his life. He was almost corroded into a skinny skeleton by the harsh environment of the Shadow God Kingdom. He missed the rise of the Underworld God Sect. Later, when anyone mentioned him, Taotie, who had already made a name for himself, would bring up his crime of disrespecting the Underworld God, which would imprison him almost permanently.
Finally, Nian Jiuyou himself became nothing more than a skeleton, wandering the deep valleys beneath the floating mountains of the Shadow God Kingdom with countless others of his kind, never finding release.

[The End]

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