"What? Senior Sister Mo, your husband actually went to a brothel?"
After watching Fang Yang enter Zonghuan Tower, Qin Xueyan went to find Ning Miaomiao.
Ning Miaomiao had to go out every day to buy groceries and cook for her husband, and the two had agreed yesterday to meet near the vegetable market.
Hearing Qin Xueyan say that Fang Yang had actually gone to a brothel, Ning Miaomiao was rather surprised.
After all, Senior Sister Mo and that little scoundrel had only been married for a few days. With Senior Sister Mo's stunning looks and voluptuous figure, she was immensely attractive to men. No matter what, her husband shouldn't be indulging in wild passion with her at night only to run off to a brothel during the day.
Could it be...
Is there something amiss with Senior Sister Mo in that regard, leaving her unable to satisfy her husband?
It was not until Qin Xueyan disguised herself as Mo Yurou, feigned capture, and was sent by the Demon Sect to Yunyu Town that she saw Wang Yujiao again.
Wang Yujiao, Zhang Suqin, and Chen Wanrou asked Qin Xueyan with deep concern.
A petite female cultivator spoke with fierce passion, her delicate face filled with unyielding spirit.
Her heart was filled with intense guilt; if not for her own greed for quick success and falling into the Demon Sect's trap, how could the Qingtang Sword Sect have suffered such a crushing defeat, leaving these junior sisters captured and subjected to utter humiliation?
She owed them this!
Qin Xueyan paused for a moment, then replied with disdain:
This female cultivator was named Zhang Suqin. She had entered the sect only slightly later than Mo Yurou, and she practiced the Dao of the zither. Many of her fellow disciples usually enjoyed listening to her play.
The few of them looked at each other in dismay, and Wang Yujiao sighed, "If that's the case, then Senior Sister can be spared a lot of suffering!"
Ning Miaomiao's husband was tyrannical, Chen Wanrou's husband was insatiable, Wang Yujiao's husband was sadistic, and Zhang Suqin's husband was venomous and cruel. All of them had tasted the bitter depths of hardship, and they worried that Qin Xueyan might also be subjected to abuse.
She was the closing-disciple of Qingtang Sword Sect elder Feng Tianxun, possessing a pure nature, fiery and straightforward, and deeply beloved by Feng Tianxun.
"Sob, sob, sob... We have all lost our chastity. What are we going to do now?"
Beside them, a gentle-tempered woman showed a look of sorrow and indignation, already shedding tears. Ning Miaomiao stepped forward and took her hand.
Chen Wanrou felt as though her bones were about to fall apart. When she woke up today, she discovered that her period had also arrived. Because she had lost her cultivation, the menstrual flow was heavy, and coupled with abdominal pain and physical weakness, she had almost been unable to leave the house.
"Junior Sister Wanrou, you're not feeling well. Have a seat first."
Qin Xueyan's eyes split with rage, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged: "Beasts!"
"Senior Sister Mo, how does that scoundrel treat you?"
She wished she could forcefully break through her cultivation barrier right now, even at the cost of severely damaging her foundational roots, just to hack the Demon Sect scoundrel who abused Wang Yujiao into a thousand pieces!
"Senior Sister Mo, justice will prevail over evil. Our sect will surely shatter the Tianhuan Sect before long, and when that time comes—"
"Senior Sister Suqin, stop crying. The most important thing right now is to stay alive!"
Wang Yujiao.
She had infiltrated the Demon Sect for two reasons: first, to assassinate the demon leader, and second, to rescue her captured fellow disciples.
The four of them offered words of comfort to Zhang Suqin, but it stirred up the sorrow in their own hearts as well, and in the end, they began to weep in each other's arms.
Qin Xueyan knew her.
Qin Xueyan could not help but draw a sharp breath.
Ning Miaomiao quickly led Qin Xueyan to a teahouse. Walking into the inner room, she saw three women sitting inside.
Qin Xueyan let out a cold snort. Whether that little scoundrel went to a brothel or not had nothing to do with her. In fact, she almost hoped Fang Yang would vent his urges outside before coming back, so as to spare her from him unleashing his bestial desires on her one day.
However, her own situation was much better than Wang Yujiao's. Facing Mo Yurou, who had the greatest seniority and age, a sense of reliance welled up in her heart, and she said tearfully:
"The scoundrel who drew Junior Sister Yujiao's name is extremely fond of abusing people. On Junior Sister Yujiao's body..."
Chen Wanrou's face flushed crimson, tears streaming down her face as she could no longer continue.
"Senior Sister, eliminating demons and defending the Dao is the duty of us righteous cultivators. Even if we die, we have no regrets!"
"The scoundrel who drew my name is willing but weak; he couldn't last more than a few breaths."
Wang Yujiao bit her lip. Since they were all fellow female disciples present, she no longer bothered with modesty and directly removed her outer garment.
She revealed that Wang Yujiao's shoulders and chest were covered in dense, dot-like red marks, while her back bore dozens of faint whip scars.
"That's right. Once we return to Qingtang Mountain later, I still want to listen to Senior Sister play the zither."
The scars on her body were not deep, mostly caused by candle wax and fine whips without drawing blood, clearly showing that the scoundrel was mostly engaging in play and humiliation.
On the battlefield, Qin Xueyan had saved her several times, but later the righteous forces collapsed, and the disciples of the Qingtang Sword Sect were scattered and killed.
Wang Yujiao clenched her delicate fists, her voice cold as she said: "I will definitely kill that beast!"
After weeping and venting, the emotions of the few calmed down somewhat, and they each sat down to chat.
Qin Xueyan's spirits stirred, "Let's go!"
With a somewhat unnatural expression, Qin Xueyan nodded and said, "Yes."
During the Righteous-Demonic War, Zhang Suqin's dharma tool, the White Jade Zither, had been cut in two, shattering her Dao heart.
Seeing that her fiery little junior sister had reddish eye rims, Qin Xueyan hurriedly asked, "Junior Sister Wang, who are you talking about?"
Seeing the two of them enter, the three stood up with excitement, their voices somewhat choked:
"Greetings, Senior Sister Mo!"
At this moment, Wang Yujiao naturally did not recognize Qin Xueyan, simply taking her for Mo Yurou.
Qin Xueyan listened with a shock that knew no bounds. The scoundrel who had drawn Zhang Suqin actually possessed a profound understanding of psychological warfare. If things continued this way, Junior Sister Suqin might truly surrender to the Demon Sect both physically and mentally.
This woman was named Chen Wanrou and lived next door to Ning Miaomiao. The Demon Sect scoundrel she was married to had boundless energy, and he had tossed and turned her the entire night yesterday.
Qin Xueyan also comforted her softly. Only after listening to Ning Miaomiao's account did she learn that Zhang Suqin's "scoundrel husband" was the most humiliating of all, actually forcing her to take the initiative.
Before the Righteous-Demonic War, Feng Tianxun had specially entrusted Qin Xueyan, asking her to look after this young disciple on his behalf.
"He goes wherever he pleases."
She would first make contact with the four junior sisters in Yunyu Town, and later, once she recovered her cultivation, she could devise a way to rescue them.
"Senior Sister Mo, don't worry. That beast only wants to make me submit; he hasn't truly harmed me."
Zhang Suqin had no choice but to submit, forced into performing many lowly acts.
If she refused, he would threaten to invite other Demon Sect disciples to humiliate her together.
"Oh right, Senior Sister Mo, yesterday I found the other three junior sisters and arranged to meet at the teahouse on Liuhe Street."
Qin Xueyan was cold and proud, her heart filled with sorrow and indignation, yet she refused to shed tears. She simply embraced her four junior sisters, keeping them company in their grief.
Having been captured by the Tianhuan Sect and given to low-ranking disciples for amusement, she was now the most fragile of the five.
Ning Miaomiao looked at Qin Xueyan, but in the end, she did not ask.
Nearby, a female cultivator who had been silent the entire time suddenly burst into tears, and the three of them hurried to comfort her:
Qin Xueyan bent her straight spine and bowed deeply to the three of them: "Three junior sisters, you have suffered!"
"Sigh, who else could it be? It's just that Demon Sect scoundrel who drew Junior Sister Wang."
Wang Yujiao had a rather resilient personality. After cursing angrily a few times, she turned to comfort Qin Xueyan instead:
Ning Miaomiao looked at her, feeling a sense of strangeness in her heart.
Didn't Senior Sister Mo say her husband had just gone to a brothel?
If he really lacked the vigor, how could he still have the energy to go to a brothel during the day after sharing a bed at night?