Chapter 104: The Tragic First Senior Brother of the Asura Mansion
The Asura Manor was situated at the very heart of the Southern Domain, an expanse spanning a million miles without the presence of any other royal court. Only the families of the Asura Manor’s upper echelons and their directly subordinate sects had truly established roots here.
Secondary sects such as the Misty Sect, Crouching Tiger Sect, and Azure Cloud Gate were all branches under the Asura Manor, each independent but scattered throughout the Southern Domain.
The territory was vast beyond measure, yet extraordinarily prosperous, as if it were the pilgrimage site for all cultivators in the Southern Domain.
The Misty Sect alone boasted a master who had just passed the Tribulation Crossing stage and five experts at the Divine Transformation stage—already formidable. Yet the Asura Manor held a far mightier force: an Early Great Accomplishment ancestor, a mid-Tribulation Manor Lord, and three Early Tribulation Deputy Manor Lords. It was no surprise that this sect was the supreme power in the Southern Domain.
Other comparable peak sects included the Soul Devourer Sect of the Eastern Domain, the Ghost King Sect of the Western Domain, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion of the Northern Domain, and the Supreme Hall of the Central Domain.
Among these, the Supreme Hall of the Central Domain was the strongest since its lord was none other than Ba Yi Long, the mightiest human cultivator on the continent, soon to return to the True Dao.
Similarly, the mysterious Beasts’ Forest, where countless mystical beasts converged, was also located in the Central Domain. For centuries, the Sovereign Beast had maintained his seat there.
As for the alchemists’ sacred ground, the Medicine King Sect was naturally situated in the Central Domain. Though its true power might not be the greatest, its influence and prestige were arguably unmatched across the continent.
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Setting aside the strength of the upper ranks, even the collective power of the disciples within the Asura Manor surpassed all other sects in the Southern Domain.
“Senior Brother.”
“Senior Brother.”
At dusk, within the Asura Manor, a white-robed disciple with a stern expression, sharp eyebrows, a prominent nose, and thin lips squinted his narrow eyes and walked with his hands behind his back toward the manor’s exit. Along the path, countless disciples respectfully addressed him with honorifics.
This was none other than Xiu Zhenghu, the current eldest disciple of the Asura Manor. At just nineteen, he had already reached the pinnacle of the Mid Golden Core stage, with one foot stepping into the late phase. It was said that only a month earlier, he had challenged a Golden Core Elder at the Great Perfection stage to a fierce draw, earning him a surge in fame and unparalleled prestige.
Yet his cold and aloof temperament meant that many within the manor flattered him, but none truly befriended him.
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About a hundred miles east of the Asura Manor stood a heavily guarded yet modest residence, occupying a territory spanning at least ten miles around it. Ten early Golden Core stage guards patrolled within a radius of four to six miles, ensuring every corner of the estate was under strict watch.
The estate comprised only seven rooms: three on the left, one in the center, and three on the right.
What outsiders did not know was that this seemingly ordinary and calm residence concealed a world within.
Inside the three left rooms were over twenty young women, some at the Foundation Establishment stage, others at the Golden Core stage. Yet none had a spark in their eyes; they were emaciated, barely clad, with whip marks, bite wounds, and bruises all over their bodies. They trembled and curled into corners of the rooms.
In the three right rooms, similarly terrified and beautiful young girls dwelled, thankfully with their clothes intact and free of injuries—but they too trembled in fear of some unknown horror.
“Young master!”
“How is the preparation?”
“Don’t worry, young master. All are virgins, fair as blossoms.”
A cold aura accompanied a figure approaching the estate’s entrance. After a nod without expression, he waved, and the door opened to admit him.
It was none other than Xiu Zhenghu, the eldest disciple of the Asura Manor.
The central room was lavishly decorated, with carved beams and painted rafters exuding a classic elegance. Even the mid-grade spirit stones embedded along the edges of the large bed, enough to accommodate four or five people lying side by side, were a luxury rare even for elders.
“Bring them in,” he ordered.
“Yes.”
A cold voice responded as a guard in plain clothes swiftly gathered the three beautiful girls from the right side rooms and led them into the central chamber. Once the door closed behind them, the guard vanished back to his post some distance away.
“Ah!”
“Don’t come near me! Don’t touch me! Please, spare me!”
The familiar cries of terror made all ten guards, including the one who had just returned, glance instinctively toward that room, each feeling a twinge of unease yet secretly hoping that their young master would soon finish his cruel indulgence.
For once the young master had his pleasure, they could unrestrainedly enjoy the second and even third rounds.
Hence, every girl they secretly abducted was either stunningly beautiful or voluptuously endowed.
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What none within the estate noticed was a sudden rift tearing through the void as an uninvited guest silently arrived.
After leaving a luxurious villa, Gu Xiaopang wandered aimlessly, his gaze inadvertently locking onto the oblivious Xiu Zhenghu.
Deep down, Gu Xiaopang simply found the fellow utterly irritating—though he could not say why. For him, this was just a perfect opportunity to practice his skills, without concern for the man’s true identity.
Coincidentally, Xiu Zhenghu was heading away from the bustling area. Just as Gu Xiaopang was about to nod off, fate delivered the perfect pillow.
At that moment, Gu Xiaopang bolstered his divine sense with spiritual power, locking onto Xiu Zhenghu and following him through the void until he arrived at the estate.
Curiosity piqued, Gu Xiaopang unconsciously extended his divine sense to envelop the entire residence. Upon discovering the scenes within several rooms, fury flared uncontrollably within him.
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Just as Xiu Zhenghu was tearing off the clothes of a tearful young girl with a lecherous laugh, Gu Xiaopang, half-hidden behind a face covering, suddenly tore through the void and appeared behind him. With a swift kick, he struck fiercely at Xiu Zhenghu’s wide-open groin.
“Ah!”
A loud, piercing scream echoed through the air.
But worthy of being the eldest disciple of a peak sect like the Asura Manor, Xiu Zhenghu had decent cultivation and quick reflexes. Enduring the intense pain, he mustered his energy, spun around, and struck fiercely toward the obscured Gu Xiaopang.
“Scum! Filth! Beast! Today, I’ll cripple you for good!”
Burning with rage, Gu Xiaopang unleashed his full strength. Though he endured two heavy blows from Xiu Zhenghu, he remained unscathed and seized the opportunity to slam the startled disciple to the ground, raining down relentless blows as if to kill.
At that moment, Xiu Zhenghu felt utterly humiliated. Though he sensed his opponent was also a youth, possibly even younger than himself, this mere Golden Core novice was clearly no match for him, who was at the pinnacle of Mid Golden Core and had once fought an Elder at Great Perfection to a stalemate.
After allowing two hits as a form of restraint, the fight had quickly turned. Xiu Zhenghu was now utterly overwhelmed, unable to resist as he received blow after blow—each strike powerful enough to fell a second-rank mystical beast.
Gu Xiaopang felt that simply crippling this fellow was almost too lenient.
He spun Xiu Zhenghu’s body on the ground, pounding mercilessly with his mighty fists, leaving countless afterimages of punches lingering in the void.
Nearby, the young women who had their clothes ripped off watched in shock as the scene unfolded. After a moment’s daze, they hurriedly wrapped themselves in the male garments Gu Xiaopang had tossed to them.
The two other beautiful girls who had narrowly escaped harm also covered their parted lips with delicate hands, eyes wide with shock as if narrowly escaping disaster.
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The ten guards of the estate sensed the disturbance and swiftly dashed toward the room.
Already alert, Gu Xiaopang sealed Xiu Zhenghu’s cultivation and broke through the door to confront the ten early Golden Core guards.
Now capable of effortlessly tearing apart a Great Perfection Golden Core, Gu Xiaopang faced the encircling ten men like a wolf among sheep. With ten powerful palm strikes, he knocked them all to the ground amid crashing sounds, their cultivation shattered to pieces.
Returning inside, Gu Xiaopang now held several storage pouches.
Standing over the sprawled Xiu Zhenghu, he lightly placed a foot on the swollen groin.
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