72: The original owner was severely humiliated by Long Aotian 1

The Original Owner, Qin Jiuge, was originally a law-abiding side-branch disciple of the Qin Family in Qingyang City.

He had a reserved nature and never sought beauty or lust, spending his days in his small courtyard to Cultivate basic techniques, only seeking a peaceful life.

But he never dreamed that a catastrophic disaster would suddenly descend just because he "didn't take a look."

On that day, he was following Family orders to buy Spiritual Plants outside the city.

When he passed the carriage of the City Lord's daughter, the female lead Ling Qingxue,

it happened that Ling Qingxue lifted the curtain for some air, and her peerless beauty caused the surrounding Cultivators to stop and stare in infatuation.

Only Qin Jiuge looked straight ahead, his pace not faltering for a moment as he walked right past the carriage.

This "disregard" was like a poisonous thorn stuck in Ling Qingxue's heart.

Since childhood, she had been held in the palm of everyone's hand, accustomed to being the center of attention.

Qin Jiuge's indifference became blatant contempt and humiliation in her eyes.

That night, her eyes red, she threw herself into the arms of her fiancé, the male lead Long Aotian, her fingernails digging into her palms until they bled as she tearfully told a twisted version of events:

"Brother Aotian, when Qin Jiuge saw me today, he stared at my body with such lecherous and filthy eyes,"

"and he even had a lustful smirk on his face. If my maid hadn't stopped him, he probably... probably would have laid hands on me!"

Long Aotian, as the sole heir of the Long Ao Dynasty, was born with the "Chaos Divine Body," a rarity throughout the ages.

His cultivation speed was incredible; he reached Foundation Establishment at ten, Soul Transformation at fifteen, and now, at only twenty, he was already a powerhouse at the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

Behind him, the Long Ao Family was a top-tier power spanning Three Domains, where even the lowest-ranking Elder was at the Mahayana stage.

He even had a hundred beautiful Revered Masters who once dominated the Immortal Realm, each an Immortal Venerable level figure who had lived for tens of thousands of years, spoiling him to the point of lawlessness,

and he had also collected a thousand beautiful Female Immortal Emperors from various realms for his harem, each of whom obeyed his every word.

With such status, how could he allow his woman to suffer even the slightest "grievance"?

Without even a word of verification, he let out a furious roar of "You're looking for death!" and immediately took Ling Qingxue, leading a hundred Soul Transformation Stage guards from his Family to flatten the Qin Family.

The Qin Family was just a third-rate small Family in Qingyang City, with the strongest member only at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, appearing like ants before Long Aotian.

The guards' blades had no eyes; all three hundred-plus members of the Qin Family, regardless of age or gender, were slaughtered.

Blood stained the entire Qin Family courtyard. Ling Qingxue stood on the gate tower,

watching the wails of the Qin Family members before they died, a cruel smile curling at the corners of her mouth,

she even found the crying of infants grating and personally ordered the babies in swaddling clothes to be dashed to death on the stone steps.

Qin Jiuge was locked in iron chains before Long Aotian, covered in blood, watching his entire Family die tragically, his eyes as red as blood.

Long Aotian stepped on his father's corpse, sneering down from above:

"You dare covet my woman? Killing you directly would be too easy for you."

Before his voice faded, he flicked his finger, and a sharp burst of Spiritual Qi instantly pierced Qin Jiuge's Dantian,

the spiritual power in his Dantian, which he had painstakingly cultivated for many years, scattered like a flood, and his Meridians shattered inch by inch.

His cultivation was crippled, and he became a complete cripple.

But it wasn't over yet.

Long Aotian seemed to think of an interesting game, gave a look to the eunuch behind him, and grinned savagely:

"I'll keep your life to serve as my slave."

"However, your filthy body isn't fit to be near my harem. Castrate him."

The cold blade fell, and Qin Jiuge fainted in extreme pain and humiliation.

When he woke up again, he had been reduced to the lowliest eunuch by Long Aotian's side,

not only did he have to serve tea, pour water, and wash feet, but he also had to endure all kinds of insults from Long Aotian and Ling Qingxue.

Ling Qingxue often intentionally splashed scalding tea on him, laughing as she watched him roll on the ground from the burns,

while Long Aotian would throw him on the ground like a plaything when hosting guests,

letting the guests throw spiritual fruits at him for amusement, calling it the "Lowly Slave Show."

Qin Jiuge lived in hellish torment every day, but the hatred in his heart never went out.

While enduring in silence, he secretly observed Long Aotian's power, and the more he saw, the more alarmed he became.

The Long Ao Family controlled the Medicinal Pill and Spirit Stone trade across Three Domains,

his hundred Immortal Venerable Revered Masters were spread across the major Schools of the Immortal Realm,

and his harem of a thousand Female Immortal Emperors held heavy military power.

Forget revenge; even saying one bad word about Long Aotian could result in being instantly ground to ashes.

But he couldn't forget the look in his parents' eyes before they died, the scenes of his clansmen's tragic deaths, or the subhuman humiliation he suffered.

After three years of torture, Qin Jiuge finally found an opportunity.

On the night of Long Aotian's birthday banquet, the guests were many and the guards were lax.

He hid a sharpened bone hairpin, which he had fashioned from one of his own broken ribs, and it was his only weapon.

Taking advantage of Long Aotian's drunken sleep, his hands trembling, he stabbed the bone hairpin hard into Long Aotian's heart.

But he forgot that even while drunk, Long Aotian's divine body was not something a Mortal could harm.

As soon as the bone hairpin touched Long Aotian's skin, it shattered instantly.

Long Aotian opened his eyes, which were full of mockery and impatience.

As if looking at an annoying mosquito, he casually slapped Qin Jiuge's chest.

"Pfft—"

Qin Jiuge spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body hitting the wall like a broken kite, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.

He lay on the ground, his vision gradually blurring. The last thing he saw was Long Aotian holding Ling Qingxue, kicking his corpse in disgust:

"How unlucky. A dead slave dares to attempt assassination? Drag him out and feed him to the dogs."

Ling Qingxue leaned into Long Aotian's arms and added with a smile:

"Even the dogs would find him dirty. Throw him into the mass grave and let the wild ghosts gnaw on his bones!"

Until his death, Qin Jiuge was unable to avenge his deep-seated hatred, leaving behind only a heart full of resentment and indignation as he faded away amidst the laughter of that couple.

[Plot introduction complete]

[Original Owner's wish: Ferocious revenge]

Qin Jiuge spoke indifferently:

"Let's begin. I can't wait."

...The iron chains were cold to the bone, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

Qin Jiuge was bound by chains, kneeling on the ground, looking at the tragic corpse of the Original Owner's father.

Hearing the wails of the Original Owner's clansmen, his chest felt as if it were being pierced by ten thousand blades simultaneously.

The Original Owner's memories flooded into his consciousness like a tide.

Those humiliations, those tortures, those three years of subhuman life as a eunuch, and finally that resentful and desperate assassination.

"Interesting."

Devil King Qin Jiuge whispered in his Sea of Consciousness, his voice carrying ancient coldness and mockery.

The Original Owner's Soul trembled within his body:

"I beg you... avenge me..."

"Don't worry."

Devil King Qin Jiuge slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes that were once weak and desperate were now as dark as an abyss.

"Your debt, I will repay a hundredfold."

In reality, Long Aotian was stepping on the corpse of Qin's father, sneering down from above:

"You dare covet my woman? Killing you directly would be too easy for you."

He raised his hand, and a sharp burst of Spiritual Qi condensed at his fingertips, preparing to cripple Qin Jiuge's cultivation.

Ling Qingxue leaned against him, her eyes full of malicious delight.

Just at the moment that Spiritual Qi was about to pierce Qin Jiuge's Dantian—

"Buzz!"

Time seemed to freeze.

The Spiritual Qi at Long Aotian's fingertip stopped in mid-air, the movements of the surrounding guards were frozen, and even the falling drops of blood were suspended.

Only Qin Jiuge slowly raised his head, and the iron chains binding him shattered inch by inch, turning into powder and scattering.

"You..."

Long Aotian's pupils contracted sharply, and an unprecedented sense of crisis flooded his heart.

Qin Jiuge slowly stood up and moved his neck, his bones making a crisp cracking sound.

The blood on his body had not disappeared, but his temperament was now completely different.

He was no longer that side-branch disciple at the mercy of others, but a supreme existence looking down upon all living beings.

"Chaos Divine Body?"

A mocking curve curled at the corner of Qin Jiuge's mouth.

"A rarity throughout the ages? A cultivation genius?"

With every word he spoke, he took a step forward.

Those steps seemed slow, but they made Long Aotian feel a suffocating pressure.

"In my eyes, you're just a toy that's slightly more durable."

Before his voice faded, Qin Jiuge's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood.

"Young Lord, be careful!"

The hundred Soul Transformation Stage guards finally reacted, shouting in unison and summoning their Magic Treasures.

However, in the next second, all their movements froze—

"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!"

Amidst a series of muffled sounds, the Dantians of the hundred Soul Transformation Stage guards exploded simultaneously, their cultivation completely crippled,

collapsing to the ground like limp mud. They didn't even see where the attack came from.

Long Aotian's expression finally changed:

"You... who are you?!"

"Me?"

Qin Jiuge appeared in front of him, distance less than three feet,

"I am Qin Jiuge, that side-branch disciple of the Qin Family whose Family was exterminated by you."

He reached out his hand; it seemed slow, but Long Aotian found that no matter how he dodged, he couldn't avoid that hand.

That hand lightly pressed onto the top of his head.

"No—!"

Long Aotian roared, his Chaos Divine Body bursting with dazzling light, and his Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivation erupted with full force, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

However, it was useless.

Qin Jiuge's five fingers slightly tightened.

"Crack!"

A tooth-aching sound of bone cracking rang out.

Long Aotian's proud Chaos Divine Body developed cracks like porcelain.

Those cracks spread down from the top of his head, covering his entire body.

"Ah—!"

Long Aotian let out a shrill scream; he could feel that power, rare throughout the ages, within his body draining away frantically.

"Chaos Divine Body? I'll turn you into a Chaos Crippled Physique."

Qin Jiuge said softly.

A strange power surged from his palm, the "All-Laws Annihilating Devilish Qi" specifically designed to restrain all sacred Physiques.

This Devilish Qi followed the cracks, invading every inch of Long Aotian's Meridians, every bone, and every drop of blood.

Long Aotian's cultivation began to plummet—

Tribulation Crossing Stage... Soul Transformation Stage... Nascent Soul Stage... Golden Core Stage... Foundation Establishment Stage... in just three breaths, he fell from a Tribulation Crossing Stage powerhouse to a Mortal, even weaker than a Mortal.

His Chaos Divine Body was completely contaminated, and he could no longer Cultivate any technique.

"Brother Aotian!"

Ling Qingxue screamed in terror. She wanted to rush over but found that her body could not move.

Qin Jiuge turned his head and looked at her.

That gaze was so cold it made Ling Qingxue feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Peerless beauty?"

Qin Jiuge smiled,

"I have seen true world-toppling beauty. A vulgar creature like you is fit to be called 'peerless'?"