WebNovel Chapter 1340 He was beaten senseless
Chapter 1340 He was beaten senseless
"Their rooms are protected by magic; how did you get in?"
Inside the Soul-Nourishing Jade, Chi Ling's voice carried a hint of solemnity.
While in stealth mode, Ning Ruan's gaze fell on the tightly closed door not far away, and a slight smile curved her lips.
"Why don't we just let them open the door themselves?"
Chiling: "?"
How could they possibly open the door themselves?
The thought had barely crossed Chi Ling's mind when Ning Ruan flicked her wrist, and a jet-black sphere appeared in her palm.
Her Thunderbolt 2.0.
It's an old friend that I haven't used in a long time.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ning Ruan flicked her finger.
The bullet traced a precise parabola, hitting the gate directly in front of it without missing a beat.
"boom--!"
A dull, loud bang echoed through the corridor.
The commotion was extremely large.
The sound was extremely loud.
As a result, dozens of divine senses were instantly directed towards this direction.
But strangely, nothing happened to the door.
The rooms prepared by the No. 1 Pavilion under Heaven for cultivators who come to have fun are naturally not as good as those in Long Lingzhu's own private garden.
But she's not the type of person who would compromise herself.
So even if you don't live there yourself, the materials used are of the highest quality.
In addition, the door remained intact thanks to the restrictions set up by the Wind Eagle Clan cultivator, who possessed the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment.
But the next moment.
The door was suddenly flung open from the inside.
The Wind Eagle Clan cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm stood at the door with a somber expression.
His sharp gaze swept across the empty corridor.
The oppressive aura belonging to the Foundation Establishment Realm spread out without any concealment.
"May I ask which fellow Daoist is enjoying himself here?"
His voice was icy, filled with suppressed anger, "If you have a grudge, then show yourself and let's have a match. What kind of skill is it to hide your face like this?"
The corridor remained eerily quiet; you could hear a pin drop.
No response.
The Wind Eagle Clan cultivator at the thirteenth realm also came out, frowning and saying, "Brother, we didn't sense any aura."
He stepped forward and examined the restriction carefully, a look of doubt on his face: "Strange, it doesn't seem like a spiritual artifact, nor does it seem like a talisman. What did that damned guy use to attack the restriction?"
The Foundation Establishment cultivator snorted coldly: "Who cares what they are? They're nothing but shady rats who like to do disgusting little things."
Such things are not uncommon at the No. 1 Restaurant in the World.
There are always some psychologically twisted individuals who find pleasure in making others uncomfortable.
After confirming once again with their divine senses that there was indeed no aura around, the two had no choice but to give up.
"unlucky!"
The thirteenth-realm cultivator cursed, and the two turned and went back to their room.
"boom!"
The door slammed shut.
They naturally had no idea that, just moments before they closed the door, another figure had walked in openly and brazenly right in front of them.
……
The room was brightly lit.
The female canine cultivator was chained to a metal pillar and remained unconscious.
The Wind Eagle Clan cultivator at the thirteenth realm had a hint of displeasure on his face, as if he had been tricked. He flicked his long whip, which was covered in spikes, in the air, making a crisp sound.
"Snapped!"
The long whip lashed down with tremendous force, striking the female dog-clan cultivator precisely.
Instantly, the skin was torn open, leaving a bloody gash running across it.
The intense pain caused the unconscious female canine cultivator to twitch violently before slowly regaining consciousness.
Her gaze was initially blank, then it passed over the two people in front of her and landed precisely on the empty corner ahead...
She tilted her head curiously, her bright eyes filled with confusion.
"Snapped!!"
Another lash fell, and the intense pain finally drew her attention back.
She looked at the thirteenth-realm cultivator with a displeased expression, her eyes filled with pure confusion, not fear.
The Wind Eagle Clan cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm glanced at his companion, his tone somewhat impatient, "Alright, stop killing him."
Upon hearing this, the thirteenth-realm cultivator revealed a knowing, lewd smile. "Don't worry, brother. I know you still want to use her for dual cultivation, so I won't kill her so easily."
As he spoke, he slowly raised the long whip, preparing to strike.
"This brat is tough and resilient. If he doesn't behave, how will he serve you, big brother, later?"
Just as the whip tip was about to touch her arm, the female dog-clan cultivator suddenly turned her head again and cried out with all her might in the direction where there was no one.
"Father! Father, save me!"
Her shout was sharp and shrill, freezing the thirteenth-realm cultivator in mid-air.
Their expressions changed simultaneously.
"What are you yelling about!" The thirteenth-realm cultivator frowned and looked around warily.
The cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm had even more solemn expressions, and their powerful divine sense instantly swept across the entire room.
Explore every inch, leaving no corner unchecked.
A moment later, he withdrew his divine sense, his face grim. "Nobody's here."
He breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that he hadn't sensed anything.
His gaze toward the female canine cultivator held a hint of annoyance.
"Looks like he's been beaten senseless." The thirteenth-realm cultivator sneered, stroking his long whip in his hand.
The Foundation Establishment cultivators, however, were not prepared to wait any longer.
Although I don't believe that this little pup could be some kind of powerful expert hiding his cultivation level.
But there was definitely something strange about her.
To avoid any unforeseen complications, he didn't hesitate any longer and gave his companion from the thirteenth realm a wink, "You go out first, guard the door, and don't let anyone in."
"Alright." The thirteenth-realm cultivator understood immediately, chuckled, put away his whip, and turned to walk outside.
As he watched his companion leave, the Foundation Establishment cultivator's eyes narrowed slightly.
He walked slowly toward the female canine cultivator who was chained up, his gaze roaming over her body without restraint.
Although the person is crazy and foolish, this body is indeed an excellent furnace.
His body was too dirty, which dampened his spirits a bit.
The original plan was to thoroughly clean the person before taking any action.
Now, however, they are no longer prepared to wait.
As he thought about it, he raised his hand, preparing to untie the belt around his waist.
Ning Ruan, hidden in the shadows, had a calm look in her eyes.
She gently raised her hand.
The scroll at her waist silently unfurled a corner.
This dog-like fellow is certainly annoying because of his mysterious nature.
Those two Windhawk Clan members deserve to die even more.
Even though she was certain that the female canine cultivator was no ordinary person, she really didn't want to watch this forced drama.
That's absolutely disgusting.
However, Ning Ruan ultimately didn't have time to make a move...
"Click".
A soft yet incredibly clear crisp sound suddenly rang out in the silent room.
The cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm froze as he was untying his belt.
He suddenly looked up.
The two chains, crafted from rare black iron and strong enough to restrain ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, were now breaking apart like fragile pottery, turning into pieces of scrap iron that clattered and clattered to the ground.
Meanwhile, the female canine cultivator chained to the metal pillar slowly straightened up and began to move her wrists.
She didn't even glance at the terrified Wind Eagle Clan cultivator in front of her.
She just lowered her head, looking at the bloody welts on her arms from the whip, and murmured softly, feeling somewhat aggrieved.
"It still hurts a little."
As she spoke, she gently blew on the wound, saying, "Blow on it, and it won't hurt anymore."