241: Cao Bu, let go of my aunt.

Luo Qingcheng trembled all over, using all her strength to speak with humiliation:

"Master!"

As the words fell, her body collapsed limply.

Cao Bu reached out in time to catch her, pulling her into his arms.

"Very good."

He looked down at the peerless, beautiful young woman in his arms who once looked down upon the world, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes.

"From today on, you are my, Cao Bu's, person. Hahaha... Jie jie jie..."

Luo Qingcheng looked up at Cao Bu before her, endless humiliation and a deep, bottomless killing intent flashing in the depths of her eyes.

Cao Bu flipped his palm, and a collar glowing with a faint light emerged.

The collar felt cold to the touch, and Law patterns seemed to flow faintly across its surface.

"Come, from now on, you will travel with me."

"What is this?!" Luo Qingcheng's pupils constricted as she suddenly reacted, struggling violently by instinct: "Cao Bu, you beast, don't even think about it!"

With a slight thought, the pressure emitted by the Time Wheel Emperor Palace and the wushi bell suppressed her firmly, allowing her to only voice a weak protest.

"Put it on. From now on, you are my servant." Cao Bu's tone was relaxed as his fingertips brushed over the cold surface of the collar: "Of course, more importantly, this color suits you very well."

"Cao Bu! I am a Mistress of the Gu Clan, a Great Emperor of a generation! If you use this thing to humiliate me, there will be no place for you in the entire Spirit Realm!"

Luo Qingcheng's voice trembled with both anger and a fear that reached her very marrow.

She couldn't imagine how she, wearing this collar symbolizing absolute enslavement, would face the world and herself.

"A place for me?" Cao Bu sneered, spreading his other hand to reveal a shadow-recording stone.

"Tell me, if the contents of this shadow-recording stone were sent back to the Gu Clan and spread throughout the Spirit Realm, what face would you have left to exist in this world?"

"When that time comes, would you still dare to return to the Gu Clan?"

"How would the people of the Gu Clan look at you, their First Mistress, after you return?"

Luo Qingcheng felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her face turned pale instantly, and her strength to struggle diminished significantly.

That image was the most painful taboo in her heart, a sin and shame she would do anything to bury.

Cao Bu had accurately grasped her lifeblood.

"You are despicable!" She gritted her teeth, squeezing out a broken accusation.

"Compared to killing one's own son with one's own hands, what do my methods amount to?"

Cao Bu leaned close to her ear, his warm breath spraying on the side of her neck, his voice cold: "Make your choice."

"Either put it on and follow only me from now on, keeping the secret forever."

"Or let me make this recording public, ruining your reputation and leaving you to suffer endless scorn."

"Even your only remaining daughter, Gu Yin, might wither away amidst the endless accusations?"

Cao Bu glanced at her playfully.

Compared to directly using the ten thousand fragrances paying homage to the phoenix diagram to control Luo Qingcheng, he preferred to tame her first before controlling her.

This way, it was full of excitement.

To the side, Fang Ruodan had seen everything that just happened.

She didn't expect that all three Mistresses of the Gu Clan would fall into Cao Bu's hands.

This First Mistress had even become Cao Bu's servant; it truly was a trick of fate.

"Yiner."

Luo Qingcheng closed her eyes, tears falling silently.

Gu Yun was already dead; she couldn't let her daughter bear any more risks.

Moreover, she still had that sin that could never see the light of day.

After a long silence, Luo Qingcheng gave an extremely slight nod.

Cao Bu curled his lips in satisfaction and slowly placed the cold collar around Luo Qingcheng's long, fair neck.

The neck and the collar fit perfectly; a dark red gem lit up for a moment before fading.

Luo Qingcheng felt the cold touch on her neck. A sense of endless humiliation overwhelmed her, and she bit her lower lip so hard she almost drew blood.

Cao Bu withdrew the powerful suppression of the wushi bell and the Time Wheel Emperor Palace.

He pulled the leash and walked forward: "Let's go, it's time to leave this place of sorrow."

He didn't choose to fly, but instead strolled leisurely, leading Luo Qingcheng toward the exit of the Secret Realm.

Every step trampled upon Luo Qingcheng's broken dignity.

Along the way, the remaining Yao Beasts in the Secret Realm felt these three terrifying auras and had already fled without a trace.

In the silent mountain forest, only the footsteps of the three could be heard.

"Relax a bit, don't be so tense."

Cao Bu looked back at Luo Qingcheng, who was showing killing intent toward him, and chuckled: "You need to get used to your current identity."

"Remember, you are no longer some Mistress of the Gu Clan, but my, Cao Bu's, private property."

"Your joys and sorrows, your life and death, your honor and disgrace—all of them can only be tied to me."

Luo Qingcheng turned her face away, unwilling to look at him.

"Look at me." Cao Bu gave the leash a pull.

Luo Qingcheng very reluctantly turned her face back, meeting Cao Bu's teasing gaze.

"Very good." Cao Bu stepped forward, his thumb brushing away the tear tracks on her cheek: "From now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to cry. Your tears can only flow for me."

He turned and continued walking, beginning the System's domestication.

"Answer me, who are you?"

Luo Qingcheng's lips trembled, and she remained silent.

Force came from the collar once again.

"I... am..." She squeezed the words out from between her teeth: "Am... Master's..."

"Am what?" Cao Bu pressed, his tone brook no argument.

"Am... Master's servant." As the words fell, Luo Qingcheng suddenly felt weak all over, nearly collapsing.

These words completely shattered her last bit of pride.

"Whose person?" Cao Bu asked again.

"Master Cao Bu's servant." Luo Qingcheng's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, carrying endless shame.

"Louder, let this world hear it too."

The playfulness in Cao Bu's eyes grew stronger.

The humiliation of these four hundred years was completely released at this moment.

This feeling was simply too wonderful.

"I am Master Cao Bu's servant!" Luo Qingcheng closed her eyes, and tears of humiliation fell once more.

But this time, she didn't dare to make a sobbing sound.

Cao Bu laughed, and to Luo Qingcheng, the laughter was incredibly harsh.

He kept repeating similar questions, forcing her to confirm her enslaved identity with words.

He would occasionally stop, intentionally making her tidy his robes—which weren't messy—or using his cold fingers to lift her chin to examine her, commenting on her appearance and demeanor as if inspecting a treasure.

From her initial intense resistance, Luo Qingcheng moved to numb obedience.

By the end, the stubbornness in the depths of her eyes had vanished, replaced by despair and daze.

Her steps gradually matched Cao Bu's rhythm; she raised her head at his gesture and lowered her eyes at his command.

Her Soul was being forcibly twisted and reshaped during this slow and humiliating walk.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the exit of the Secret Realm was right before them.

Just as Cao Bu was about to lead Luo Qingcheng out of the light gate.

The space at the light gate fluctuated violently, and a figure rushed in.

The newcomer wore a green robe and had a handsome face, with anxiety and worry etched between his brows—it was Gu Feng.

"Aunt Qingcheng! Are you alright? I..." Gu Feng's words stopped abruptly.

His eyes widened, looking at the scene before him in disbelief:

The Aunt Qingcheng in his heart, who was majestic and inviolable, now had disheveled hair and damaged palace robes. Her beautiful face was stained with tear tracks, and her eyes were hollow and numb.

And most glaring of all was the dark collar on her snow-white neck, radiating humiliation!

"Cao Bu?! Let go of my Aunt!"