Chapter 412 - 303: Shadowland, Flower of Sinful Lust (Part 2)

Chapter 412: Chapter 303: Shadowland, Flower of Sinful Lust (Part 2)

But time waits for no one. Any delay could bring unforeseen complications.

If she delayed any longer and Wu Liangchen escaped, it would be a huge problem.

So, after a moment’s hesitation, she said coldly, "Please go in and announce that Yao Li, a Martial Cultivator from the Sun family, requests an audience on urgent business."

But the hulking men were completely unmoved. Instead, they just snickered. "Doesn’t matter how urgent it is. When our boss is enjoying himself, even God Almighty would have to wait outside."

"You..." Yao Li’s expression turned livid, and she was just about to lash out.

The next second, countless gun barrels emerged from the ceiling and walls, all aimed directly at Yao Li.

The man who had led Yao Li here turned pale with fright and quickly interjected, "Don’t... don’t do anything rash."

But the brutes just cackled. One of them said mockingly, "I’ve seen plenty of little dames like you. You think just because you have a fancy background and decent Martial Arts, you’re invincible."

"But let me tell you, this is Shadow Qing Province. This is no place for you to throw your weight around."

"That’s right. It’d be a shame to ruin that fine little body. If we shoot it full of holes, it’ll be useless."

"I’m not picky. I’ll just dig the bullets out and use her anyway."

The taunts and jeers made Yao Li’s face turn pale with rage.

But she didn’t dare make a single move.

After all, she could tell at a glance that these were black-market firearms, modified not only for immense power but also specifically to counter Martial Cultivators.

Even though her Martial Vein was an expensive, master-crafted model, it couldn’t withstand an onslaught like this.

So she could only swallow her rage and wait patiently where she stood.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long. The door to the private room was thrown open. A large man went inside and quickly came back out, carrying a lump of mangled flesh that was vaguely human-shaped.

Yao Li’s heart sank. Judging by the shape, it was definitely a woman—a young girl, not even eighteen.

But now, this girl who should have been blossoming like a flower had been reduced to a cold, lifeless pile of mangled flesh.

As the brute carried her away, pieces of her were still falling to the ground.

It was impossible to imagine the cruel abuse she must have suffered before her death.

Even Yao Li, who prided herself on being worldly and experienced, felt an urge to vomit. At the same time, regret began to set in.

’I shouldn’t have come alone.’

’I should have brought a few people with me.’

But it was too late for regrets. Swallowing her fear, she steeled herself and walked into the private room.

The floor was sticky and slick, and the air was thick with the nauseating stench of blood.

The room was dark, but her high-quality Martial Vein granted her excellent night vision, allowing her to immediately spot the figure sitting on the sofa.

Though she had prepared herself, the sight of the man still made Yao Li gasp.

The man on the sofa was simply massive.

Even sitting down, he looked to be nearly two meters tall.

His bare torso was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, with muscles that coiled like dormant dragons beneath his skin. But what drew the eye most was his left arm.

It was a black mechanical arm, its design sleek and elegant. One look was enough to tell it was the work of a master craftsman.

Such a powerful cybernetic prosthesis was impossible to buy on the open market, as the Alliance kept them under strict control.

Yet here one was, attached to the leader of an underground gang.

It was a shocking sight.

But that wasn’t what shocked Yao Li the most. She noticed the man’s left eye was also gleaming with an unnatural red light.

It was a modified prosthetic eye.

’It made Yao Li wonder if the man had replaced his entire body, piece by piece.’

The man took a large cigar from his lips, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and stared at Yao Li with a predatory smirk.

"Well, I’ll be. I never expected the Sun family’s hottest Martial Cultivator to be such a fine-looking woman."

Yao Li suppressed her disgust and said in the calmest voice she could manage, "Master Zhan Hu, the Sun family is hunting an Outer Realm Martial Artist who was smuggled here. We have confirmed that he has fled into this shadow district. We hope for your assistance. It would be best if you would allow us to enter and search. Upon completion, the Sun family will reward you handsomely."

This man was none other than the Gang Leader of the Tiger Slayer Gang, Xue Zhanhu.

After hearing her out, Xue Zhanhu let out a low chuckle. "Reward me handsomely... I’m curious to see what kind of ’sincerity’ the Sun family is prepared to show."

"One hundred thousand Alliance Points!" Yao Li offered. When she saw that Xue Zhanhu was completely unmoved, she secretly gritted her teeth.

"And three Class-B enhancement serums. This is the most I can offer. I hope you will accommodate us, Master Zhan Hu."

Enhancement serums were one of the Alliance’s oldest technologies. Back then, Martial Vein transplant techniques were still immature, so the only way for ordinary people to become stronger was to inject these serums.

Later, after Martial Vein transplantation—especially once the technology for artificially cultivating them matured—the serums didn’t fade into obscurity. On the contrary, they shone even brighter.

People discovered that injecting the serum during a Martial Vein transplant could not only maximize the Vein’s potential but also reduce its side effects.

Thus, enhancement serums became a highly sought-after form of hard currency.

After all, Martial Vein transplants weren’t something just anyone could perform. They required expensive equipment and highly skilled medical personnel.

Using an enhancement serum, however, was simple. Just stick a needle in a muscle—even a child could do it.

The serums were also graded. The highest was Class-S, which represented the pinnacle of the Alliance’s technology. It had no side effects and could dramatically unlock the user’s latent potential.

But these serums were priceless and virtually unobtainable, as they were monopolized by major corporations and families and never reached the open market.

Class-A serums were also excellent, with only minor side effects, but they were also prohibitively expensive.

Therefore, the most popular and sought-after on the black market were the Class-B serums.

While still expensive, they were at least within reach for the average person.

Despite the considerable side effects, countless people still clamored for them.

After all, you could even find people on the black market using Class-D serums—an obsolete version with massive side effects.

After all, there were plenty of people who wanted to get stronger these days, and they couldn’t afford to be picky.

So the three Class-B serums Yao Li had offered were an astonishing fortune, worth far more than the hundred thousand points.

But Xue Zhanhu just chuckled. "Three Class-B serums... tsk tsk, what a generous offer. It seems this Outer Realm Martial Artist is very important to the Sun family, eh?"

"He is!" Yao Li admitted frankly.

After all, something like this was impossible to hide.

"That old patriarch of the Sun family really dotes on his heir, doesn’t he? Going to such lengths just to collect high-grade Natural Martial Veins for him," Xue Zhanhu sneered.

"So, your answer is...?" Yao Li asked, her brow furrowing.

"I can accept your terms. But I have one more condition."

"What condition?" Yao Li felt a wave of relief.

’As long as Xue Zhanhu accepted the deal, everything else was negotiable.’

’It would just be a bit of haggling, maybe a few more points.’

But to her utter shock, Xue Zhanhu sat up straight, looking down on her from his towering height as a blazing fire of lust ignited in his eyes.

"I want you to spend the night with me!"

Yao Li’s face turned ashen.

She never imagined she would become part of the price.

She had seen with her own eyes the mangled heap of flesh that had just been carried out. One look at Xue Zhanhu’s hulking frame was enough to fill her with terror. Of course she wouldn’t agree.

"Master Zhan Hu, please forgive me, but I cannot accept that condition. How about this? After our business is concluded, I will send ten virgins to you. What do you say?"

"What’s the fun in virgins? They can’t take a good roughing up—they die after a few thrusts. I prefer a woman like you, one with Cultivation... and fully ripe."

At this, Xue Zhanhu’s face twisted into a savage grin, full of violence and madness. "Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. I promise I won’t kill you. How about it?"