244: Looking at your master

One hour later, Cao Bu left the Southern Province.

He released Luo Qingcheng and Fang Ruodan.

Cao Bu was not in a hurry to travel; instead, he put away the Time Wheel Emperor Palace and summoned a common green jade flying chariot, letting it drift slowly towards the Sword Province.

The interior of the flying chariot was simple, containing only a jade couch and a few cushions.

Luo Qingcheng curled up in the corner, her palace attire still tattered, the collar around her neck gleaming with a dark luster in the dim, dusky light.

She buried her face in her arms, her long hair disheveled, covering most of her features.

Cao Bu sat cross-legged on the couch, closing his eyes to rest.

The flying chariot traveled for half a day, and the sky gradually darkened.

Stars were scattered across the sky, and the moonlight was cold and clear.

"Lift your head." Cao Bu spoke suddenly, his voice calm.

Luo Qingcheng's delicate body trembled slightly, but she did not Move.

"I said, lift your head."

Cao Bu's tone remained indifferent, yet it carried an irresistible pressure.

Luo Qingcheng slowly raised her head, the moonlight filtering through the chariot's window, illuminating her pale face.

Those phoenix eyes that once looked down upon the world were now bloodshot, with dried tear stains still remaining at the corners.

"Come here." Cao Bu patted the jade couch beside him.

Luo Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, but eventually stood up and stumbled to the side of the couch.

"Kneel."

Luo Qingcheng's body stiffened, and she bit her lip hard.

"It seems the lesson just now was not profound enough."

Cao Bu slowly opened his eyes, his pitch-black pupils reflecting Luo Qingcheng's humiliated face.

He raised his hand, and the yin-yang ruler appeared once again.

"No... don't." Luo Qingcheng's voice carried a sob, and her knees went weak, causing her to finally kneel down.

She knelt at Cao Bu's feet, head bowed, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Look at me."

Cao Bu reached out, pinched her chin, and forced her to lift her head and meet his gaze.

As their eyes met, Luo Qingcheng saw her own reflection in those deep, black pupils.

Wretched, humiliated, broken.

"Remember, from now on, everything about you belongs to me."

"Your body, your Divine Soul, your dignity, your power, and even your thoughts, all can only be used by me."

"You are my female slave, and your only mission is to please me and obey me. Any thought of defiance is the greatest disrespect to your master."

He let go of her, leaving Luo Qingcheng to collapse on the floor.

"Now, tell me, who are you?" Cao Bu asked.

Luo Qingcheng's lips trembled, and it took a long time before she squeezed out a few words: "I... I am Luo Qingcheng."

"Slap!"

The yin-yang ruler tapped lightly on the back of her hand, making her entire body shiver.

"Wrong. Try again." Cao Bu said indifferently.

Tears welled up in Luo Qingcheng's eyes. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "I... I am the master's female slave."

"And your name?" Cao Bu pressed.

"Luo Qingcheng... is the master's female slave." She said this almost crying.

Recalling her life, she had never been so humiliated before.

"Very good." Cao Bu nodded with satisfaction and put away the yin-yang ruler: "Remember this identity. From now on, every time you answer my questions, you must add this prefix."

For the next few days, Cao Bu tirelessly repeated this indoctrination.

He made Luo Qingcheng recite her new identity over and over, requiring her to refer to herself as a female slave every time she spoke, forcing her to lower her gaze whenever they made eye contact, and demanding she execute his commands immediately.

At first, Luo Qingcheng would resist, cry, and curl up in the corner to sob in the dead of night.

But gradually, her resistance grew weaker, her eyes became more numb, and her responses became more submissive.

On the night of the seventh day, the flying chariot stopped in a secluded valley.

Cao Bu set up a Restriction in the valley, then looked at the kneeling Luo Qingcheng and commanded calmly: "Remove your armor."

Luo Qingcheng's delicate body trembled.

After these days of indoctrination, most of the pride remaining in her heart had been worn away.

She bit her lip, her fingers trembling as she untied the ribbons of her tattered palace attire.

The clothing fell away piece by piece, and finally, a flawless jade-like body was revealed before Cao Bu.

Moonlight shone through the window, casting a layer of silver radiance on her snow-white skin.

The collar around her neck looked particularly jarring in the moonlight, creating an alluring contrast with her beautiful body.

Cao Bu reached out to stroke her smooth face, then followed the line of her neck all the way down.

Then he grabbed her and refined her instantly!

Luo Qingcheng closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, and a pained expression appeared on her face.

"Open your eyes and look at your master." Cao Bu's voice rang out.

Luo Qingcheng slowly opened her eyes and met Cao Bu's deep gaze.

That gaze contained nothing but desire, without a trace of Impurities, as if he were examining a supreme treasure that belonged to him.

"Remember this moment, and remember who it is that is enjoying you."

...

The sun rose and the moon set, the moon set and the sun rose.

Time cycled repeatedly, and no one knew how much time had passed.

The previously violently shaking flying chariot finally came to a stop.

Inside the flying chariot.

Luo Qingcheng stared blankly at Cao Bu, a trace of undetectable curiosity hidden in her eyes.

Strange.

Too strange.

How could Cao Bu's Move be so familiar?

Cao Bu glanced at her: "What are you looking at? Haven't had enough?"

Luo Qingcheng's snow-white cheeks flushed crimson instantly, and anger appeared in her eyes, but she bit her lip, not daring to act out.

A flash of light appeared in Cao Bu's hand, and an ancient scroll appeared in his palm.

It was the ten thousand fragrances paying homage to the phoenix diagram.

"Separate a wisp of your Primordial Spirit and a drop of Essence Blood, and merge them into it."

Luo Qingcheng looked at the picture, instinctively feeling a sense of trepidation.

But she only hesitated for a moment before raising her slightly trembling hand.

She forced a drop of crimson Essence Blood from her fingertip and simultaneously separated a wisp of weak Primordial Spirit power, merging it into the ten thousand fragrances paying homage to the phoenix diagram.

Seeing this, Cao Bu put away the scroll with satisfaction and reached out to smooth Luo Qingcheng's somewhat messy hair.

"From today on, you, Luo Qingcheng, belong to me, Cao Bu."

Luo Qingcheng did not speak, only nodding submissively.

Three days later, at the edge of the Gu Clan's territory.

Cao Bu brought Luo Qingcheng down from the flying chariot.

Luo Qingcheng had changed into a brand-new moon-white palace dress, her long hair combed meticulously, and the collar around her neck had been removed.

Only those eyes of hers, which had once looked down upon the world, were now somewhat dimmed.

"Remember, back in the Gu Clan, you are still the First Mistress and the Eternal Silence Empress." Cao Bu said indifferently: "But when no one is around, you must be ready to fulfill your duties at any time."

"Yes, Master." Luo Qingcheng replied in a low voice, her tone calm and waveless.

The two walked side by side towards the Gu Clan's mountain gate.

The guarding Disciples saw them and quickly bowed: "Greetings, Clan Chief! Greetings, First Mistress!"

Cao Bu nodded slightly, while Luo Qingcheng only gave a faint "Hmm," her expression cold and indifferent, no different from usual.

After the two walked away.

Guarding Disciple A stroked his chin: "Don't you think the First Mistress looks better than she did a few years ago? Her face is rosy, as if..."

Guarding Disciple B rolled his eyes at him: "Don't talk nonsense! The First Mistress achieved a Breakthrough in the Great Emperor Realm, so of course she looks good."

"What does a bachelor like you know?" Disciple A curled his lip: "That kind of complexion is clearly..."

"You're the bachelor! Your whole family is bachelors!" Disciple B interrupted him irritably.