465: Chapter 465 Terrifying Reputation

[A moment later,]

[Several streaks of light streaked through the air. The leader was Le Qing, followed by ten Golden Core Cultivators and Wen Tao, who you had just beaten half to death.]

[Wen Tao had clearly taken a Rejuvenation Pill. Although his aura was weak, his life was saved.]

[He struggled to raise his hand, pointing at you with a tremble:]

["Boss, it's him."]

[Le Qing followed his finger and looked over. His gaze fell on you, and he frowned slightly.]

[He walked up to the boulder and looked at you, his voice calm and devoid of emotion:]

["Are you truly not afraid of death?"]

[You remained lying down, not even lifting an eyelid:]

["Do it. Consider it an IOU for a favor."]

[Le Qing's expression shifted uncertainly.]

[He had received orders from Steward Tu—Venerable Liu himself had commanded that you be 'well-entertained,' but not killed.]

[He could not kill you.]

[But teaching you a lesson should be fine.]

[He opened his palm, and with a flash of spiritual light, the soul whipping lash was in his hand. He then flicked his wrist, and the whip rose high into the air.]

["Either kill This young master," you suddenly spoke, "otherwise, you will die a miserable death."]

[Pausing for a moment, you continued: "And... the Family behind you."]

[Le Qing's high-raised arm froze.]

[He looked at you.]

[You were still lying there, composed and at ease, as if you were sunbathing in your own backyard.]

[That composure, that certainty, caused his heart to suddenly skip a beat.]

[A thought flashed through his mind like lightning—]

["Are you..." His voice carried an imperceptible tremor, "the person who caused the destruction of the Liu Clan Territory? The one who made the Liu Clan Immortal Family suffer several setbacks?"]

[You slowly sat up straight, the corners of your mouth curling into a smile:]

["I didn't expect that in such a remote corner, someone would actually recognize This young master."]

[Le Qing's face instantly turned as dark as water.]

[Your name and your deeds—as a Soul Transformation Cultivator, he had naturally heard of them.]

[During his years of service in the Heavenly Palace, he often wandered through various cities.]

[In tea houses and wine shops, the storytellers' favorite tales were of your 'glorious deeds.']

[He had listened to those events as mere stories.]

[He never thought that one day, the protagonist of those stories would be lying in the mining area he was responsible for, and lying there so righteously.]

[The ten Golden Core Cultivators behind him and Wen Tao clearly hadn't reacted yet.]

[These low-level Cultivators were not qualified to leave the Mining Planet, so they knew nothing of what was happening in the outside world.]

[One of the Golden Core Cultivators stepped forward and said coldly:]

["Stinking brat, you dare threaten our boss? I think you're looking for death!"]

[As he spoke, his Magic Treasure longsword unsheathed, and with a flash of sword light, he prepared to strike.]

[An opportunity to flatter the boss was a rare find.]

["Stop!"]

[Le Qing suddenly turned his head, glared at him fiercely, and barked:]

["This is none of your business, back off!"]

[The Golden Core Cultivator was bewildered, but he didn't dare speak up. He could only glare at you resentfully and retreat sullenly.]

[Le Qing took a deep breath. When he looked at you again, his brow was knotted into a tight clump.]

[The orders from above were—]

[You could be disciplined, but not killed.]

[Wasn't this nonsense?]

[Discipline? What happens after the discipline?]

[If you escaped one day, what if you sought revenge on him?]

[He had heard that you were followed by two Yao Beasts, whose strength was said to be comparable to Body Integration experts.]

[Even if you couldn't run, wouldn't it be easy for those two Yao Beasts to kill him and wipe out his entire Family?]

[The more he thought, the more worried he became, and his face grew increasingly ugly.]

[You weren't some prisoner; you were a hot potato that had been shoved into his hands.]

[This was the benefit of having a background!]

[And your background consisted of—Qin Han and the Torch Dragon.]

[Looking at the conflicted expression on his face, you couldn't help but laugh.]

[You brushed the dust off your clothes, jumped down from the boulder, and spoke in a relaxed tone:]

["Alright, since you're unwilling to kill me, then keep a close eye on the dogs around you from now on. As long as they don't provoke me, I won't make things difficult for you."]

[After saying that, you held your head high, put your hands behind your back, and turned to walk toward the mine tunnel.]

[Watching your retreating back, Wen Tao, full of pent-up anger, finally couldn't help but speak:]

["Boss, he's just a prisoner. Are we actually afraid of him?"]

[Le Qing turned back and gave him a cold glance.]

[That look sent a chill through Wen Tao's heart.]

["Do you know who he is?" Le Qing's voice was devoid of warmth.]

["Who?" The Golden Core Cultivator from before couldn't help but lean in, full of curiosity.]

[Le Qing didn't look at him, but simply said one sentence:]

["Your Wen Family is like an ant before him."]

[Wen Tao was stunned.]

[The Golden Core Cultivator was also stunned.]

[The others also stared with wide eyes.]

[They opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but found they couldn't say anything at all.]

[Looking at Wen Tao's state, Le Qing shook his head inwardly.]

[These children of noble families lived too comfortably and didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.]

[He said no more and turned to leave.]

[Behind him, the twilight deepened, and the clanging sounds of mining in the tunnel echoed once more.]

[Until the early hours of the morning,]

[Dense beads of cold sweat broke out on your forehead. Your teeth were clenched, and your body trembled uncontrollably.]

[It was coming.]

[That familiar feeling was coming again—]

[It was as if countless needles were churning in your brain, as if someone were using a blunt knife to carve away at your Divine Soul, bit by bit.]

[Pain.]

[It was too painful.]

[The pain made your head spin, and you wanted to smash it against a wall.]

[The Soul Refining Curse that woman Liu Xuerong had planted in you activated precisely in the early hours of every morning, more punctual than a night watchman.]

[You forced yourself to sit up, crossed your legs, and closed your eyes, entering a state of meditation.]

[This was the method you had figured out—letting your consciousness wander through heaven and earth, allowing your soul to temporarily escape the shackles of your physical body.]

[Although it couldn't cure the root cause, it could at least alleviate the pain somewhat.]

[But even so, that agony was not something an ordinary person could endure.]

[You gritted your teeth and endured it bit by bit.]

[After an unknown amount of time, your consciousness gradually blurred. Your body slumped to the side, and you fell to the ground, unconscious.]

[Days passed like this, one after another.]

[Strangely, those guards really didn't come to trouble you again. Occasionally, when you met from a distance, both sides went their separate ways, minding their own business.]

[You were happy for the peace and quiet.]

[In the blink of an eye, several months had passed.]

[One afternoon, you were lying on the boulder you usually frequented, sunbathing.]

[The sun shone warmly on your body, and the clanging sounds from the mine tunnel drifted from afar, bringing a rare sense of tranquility.]

["Big Brother."]

[A voice sounded by your ear.]

[You opened your eyes and turned your head slightly.]

[Wen Tao stood by the boulder, holding a bottle of Spiritual Wine, a smile plastered on his face—a smile that carried a hint of flattery.]

["Want a drink?"]

[He held the Spiritual Wine bottle out toward you.]