Chapter 105: Furious Wrath, Unexpected Gains
Seeing the situation, Gu Xiaopang did not pay it much mind. The cultivation world was inherently ruthless—survival of the fittest, the weak consumed by the strong. As the old saying went, one must be ruthless to stand firm.
After all, despite everything, they had spared his life. Although the women’s intentions were clear—they wished for him to live a miserable existence as atonement.
“Ladies, you may go home now.”
“Go home?”
Except for the third woman, who had yet to be truly violated, the others smiled bitterly. The question was so desolate.
“We cannot go back.”
“Yes, it’s impossible to return.”
“We are tainted now, how can we face our families and friends?”
“Our hearts are dead; where is home to us anymore?”
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“In that case, it’s better not to return.”
“The world is filled with countless injustices; what happened to you sisters may well happen elsewhere.”
“I hope you protect your valuable bodies, focus on cultivation, and when your strength permits, cleanse the universe.”
“Benefactor, your words are gospel!”
“Yes, we will heed your guidance.”
“Stop calling me benefactor all the time.”
“You may call me the Lord of Tianfu.”
“Tianfu? Lord?”
“We pay respects to the Lord.”
Though surprised, the women did not dwell on it. After bowing again, their demeanor changed as if lost souls had finally found a home.
The three women first rescued, tears of gratitude flowing, took leave from Gu Xiaopang and the others, returning to their families as if reborn from calamity.
Then Gu Xiaopang casually produced twenty small storage pouches, each containing two treasures, a dozen assorted pills, and a hundred low-grade spirit stones, forcibly handing them to the women before vanishing into the void.
The women watched the benefactor’s figure disappear into the distance, then lowered their heads to examine the forced gifts.
They did not leave separately. The women who suffered the same ordeal gathered their composure and set off together in another direction.
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“How strange, that boy had such excellent talent.”
“Why couldn’t he be possessed?”
“And where did that sense of danger during the attempted possession come from?”
In the surrounding silence, a cold, elderly spirit clad in black suddenly burst from the body of the mutilated Xiu Zhenghu, sighing deeply.
“Hmph! You old bastard, you really want to possess me!”
Pretending to have left, Gu Xiaopang suddenly tore open space at the spirit’s appearance, furious and cursing.
“Hahaha, boy, I spared your life just now, and you actually came back?”
“Impressive, you’ve cultivated such rare spatial power.”
“I had planned to let you live a while longer, until my strength recovered, then find you.”
“But since you’ve discovered my true form now, you might as well die.”
As the black-clad spirit launched an attack, Gu Xiaopang immediately formed countless ethereal needles from his spiritual energy, stabbing deeply into the spirit.
“Ah!”
“You bastard, I underestimated you.”
“You possess spiritual power at such a young age and have reached this realm.”
“Yet, thousands of years ago, I was already an ancient being of the late Guizhen stage. Even as a mere spirit, I am not someone a mere tribulation-stage junior like you can handle.”
“Since I cannot possess you, I will simply refine you.”
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“Hey! I, the Venerable One, have not appeared for ten thousand years, and yet the juniors have gone wild like this?!”
“You dare to try refining my precious disciple? Looks like you won’t be allowed to live!”
“Come here, you!”
“Ah... who are you?!”
“Senior, it’s a misunderstanding! I was just joking with your disciple!”
“Please, spare me, Senior...”
As the saying goes, arrogance invites disaster.
Sure enough, the black-clad spirit who moments before was boasting about refining Gu Xiaopang was instantly sucked into an ordinary stone pendant by the far mightier Qin Lao, who paid no heed to its desperate pleas.
At the same moment the spirit was taken away, Xiu Zhenghu’s remaining life force vanished completely.
Gu Xiaopang tore open space again and swiftly escaped.
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At that moment, inside the Asura Mansion a hundred miles away.
“Hm?”
“How dare!”
“Who dares insult the Asura Mansion like this!”
“Send people! Quickly find my disciple Xiu Zhenghu!”
“Yes!”
The Asura Mansion’s lord, Xiu Binggan, who was flipping through some unknown documents, suddenly noticed the soul token of his youngest direct disciple shatter.
A thunderous roar erupted, shaking the eardrums of every cultivator within tens of thousands of miles, causing their spirits to waver.
Those with weaker cultivation suffered bleeding from their orifices.
Many mortals were outright killed by the shockwave.
Startled, countless people looked toward the mansion’s center.
Within moments of the roar, several elders no lower than the Divine Transformation stage scattered through the air, releasing their divine senses to sweep everywhere aggressively from the inside out.
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“Chief, what happened at the Asura Mansion?”
“To cause such a commotion?”
“No idea, let’s watch and wait.”
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“Was that the lord of the Asura Mansion getting angry just now?”
“To think the power of a tribulation-stage cultivator’s roar could be so tremendous.”
“I wonder what actually happened.”
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“Seniors, what are these Divine Transformation elders searching for?”
“No idea. Let’s not resist.”
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At this moment, Gu Xiaopang had just returned to his room when he saw several Divine Transformation figures emerge from the Asura Mansion.
A chill ran down his spine. He was relieved he had left in time.
“Master, what about that old bastard?”
“Soon. Give me thirty breaths; I will forcibly erase his intelligence, leaving only pure spiritual energy.”
“Good.”
“That old scoundrel deserved it. Why live a good life when you insist on doing so many evil deeds? Trying to possess me, no less!”
“Serves him right!”
Thirty breaths passed in the blink of an eye. When Qin Lao spoke again, his voice carried restrained excitement.
“Brat, we’ve hit the jackpot!”
“Don’t be so excited over a mere spirit body that you refined to death!”
“You know nothing, kiddo!”
“A mere spirit body? Do you realize how much spiritual energy I can recover from refining it?”
“Recovered? How much? Half?”
“Twenty-five percent!”
“That much?”
“Nonsense. It was a spirit on the verge of Ascension. That old codger wasn’t lying—he really was a late Guizhen cultivator in life.”
“But he met me—hahaha.”
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Qin Lao embraced the huge orb of spiritual energy and fell into a deep sleep to digest and recover.
Before sleeping, he transferred a tiny sphere of spiritual energy into Gu Xiaopang’s mind, who immediately began to digest and cultivate.
Suddenly, Gu Xiaopang’s soul sea erupted.
His soul stared dumbfounded at the massive orb of spiritual energy that had dropped into his soul sea.
Just thinking that it came from that old bastard made him somewhat nauseous.
But such a tempting treasure...
Finally, Gu Xiaopang blocked all his senses and opened wide to devour the orb.
Though only at the false core stage, his spiritual power was already comparable to that of a fully realized golden core cultivator.
With each mouthful, like biting cotton candy, his spiritual power visibly surged.
If before his soul power was like a two-meter-wide pond, it now expanded beyond three meters and kept growing.
“Ugh, I think I’m full.”
“Too bad! As long as I don’t burst, I’ll keep eating!”
“I’ll eat!”
“I’ll keep eating!”
Unlike Qin Lao, a true peerless master, Gu Xiaopang’s spirit was still weak, unable to digest passively. He had to actively bite and consume.
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While the master and disciple continued their digestion and cultivation, in the main hall of the Asura Mansion, Xiu Zhenghu’s severed body parts lay arranged in the center with Lord Xiu Binggan raging.
No one dared speak.
Though Xiu Binggan valued this disciple, he could survive without him.
After all, the grand Asura Mansion boasted countless prodigies; one more or less made little difference.
But someone dared to slaughter his disciple so brutally within the mansion, and the disciple was an inner sect elder—this was a slap in their faces.
What maddened him most was that despite deploying numerous experts and personally using divine sense to investigate, they could not identify the assailant.
Furthermore, after personally examining the corpse, they were shocked to find that although the body seemed freshly dead, the soul had vanished over a year ago.
All the wise elders inwardly gasped.
Someone had dared to possess a special disciple within their mansion and had eluded their top experts for over a year.
If not for the disciple’s unexpected death today, they would still be in the dark.
As fellow experts, they understood one thing clearly:
To have achieved such a feat, the possessor’s cultivation before death must have been extraordinarily high.
If they were not several levels above the Divine Transformation or Tribulation stages, they could not have evaded their divine sight.
This made the matter grave.
Who was this immensely powerful possessor?
Could it be the Overlord of the Supreme Domain’s Hall in the Central Region?
Or perhaps the Lord of the Endless Profound Beasts?
But that seemed unlikely.
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