Chapter 373: Congratulations! Your Manhood Has Expired!

At the same time, Cynthia was traveling with another of the five servants.

Unlike the previous servant, this woman had originally come from the Blue Mist Sect.

She had never told the others much about her past, but as they approached a small village several days away from the sect, Cynthia finally asked, "So this is where your family lives?"

The servant nodded. "Yes. My little sister is here."

Once they entered the modest house, Cynthia immediately noticed the young girl lying weakly on a bed.

Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, and dark-purple veins occasionally appeared beneath her skin.

Cynthia’s eyes sharpened.

The servant finally sighed and looked toward Cynthia. "Mistress Poison Dragon... there’s something else I should tell you."

Cynthia glanced at her quietly.

The servant lowered her gaze. "My identity back in the Blue Mist Sect wasn’t exactly clean. I learned medicine and poison because of my younger sister. She was sick, and I needed money for herbs and treatment."

Her expression tightened slightly. "Eventually, when I couldn’t afford it anymore, I started targeting people for money."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow. "Targeting?"

The servant nodded. "Robbing, blackmailing, poisoning when necessary."

She quickly added, "But I only targeted people who deserved it: corrupt disciples, traffickers, killers, people like that."

Cynthia stared at her for a few seconds before a faint smile appeared. "At least you had enough sense not to poison random innocents."

The servant blinked, clearly not expecting that answer.

Cynthia calmly walked toward the bed. "Move aside. Let me examine her."

Several silver needles appeared between her fingers.

After checking the girl’s pulse and carefully sensing the poison inside her body, Cynthia frowned slightly. "This poison is unusually potent."

The servant’s face immediately paled. "Potent...? No, that can’t be... Mistress, please, can you cure her?"

Cynthia looked at her and smiled calmly. "Yes, of course."

The answer came so quickly that the servant froze.

Cynthia began placing needles across the girl’s body. Water Qi flowed carefully through her meridians while Cynthia’s own poison mastery isolated the foreign toxin.

Dark liquid gradually gathered around several needle points before being extracted completely.

Within minutes, the girl’s breathing became stable, and color slowly returned to her cheeks.

The servant stared in disbelief. "That’s... it?"

Cynthia nodded. "That’s it."

She studied the extracted poison for a moment before frowning. "Although this toxin is far stronger than anything someone from a small village should normally encounter."

The servant looked confused.

Cynthia continued, "Most likely, your sister was simply incredibly unlucky. She probably wandered too close to a battle involving much stronger cultivators or came into contact with poison left behind afterward."

She glanced toward the sleeping girl. "Fortunately, my physique, cultivation, medical skills, and needles were enough to remove it completely."

The servant’s eyes immediately filled with tears.

She bowed deeply. "Thank you... really. I don’t care how she got poisoned anymore. As long as she’s alive."

Cynthia gave a small nod. "Understandable."

She looked around the tiny house before adding, "Still, leaving her here would be stupid."

The servant immediately looked up.

"Take her with us," Cynthia said calmly. "She’ll be safer near Master Damian. And don’t be so worried about your past."

Cynthia grinned and spread her arms slightly. "I’ve also killed plenty of traffickers and scum myself. The Forbidden Immortal Harem isn’t some righteous sect pretending its hands are clean."

She looked directly at the servant. "Just remember this: if something benefits us, we’ll do what needs to be done. But we don’t touch innocent people without reason."

The servant nodded firmly. "Yes, Mistress. I’ll remember that. And of course... my sister will come with us too."

After living under Damian for this long, she already understood one thing very clearly.

Despite all his shameless behavior, Damian treated the people under him ridiculously well.

If anywhere was safe for her little sister, it was beside the Forbidden Immortal Harem.

The servant looked back at the sleeping girl and finally smiled without worry for the first time in years.

Her reason for ever becoming a villainess had disappeared just like that.

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Elsewhere, Evelyn was traveling beside another servant, this one originally from the Nether Blood Moon Sect.

Unlike the others, her problem wasn’t family.

It was betrayal.

The servant quietly explained how she had once belonged to another sect before joining the Nether Blood Moon Sect.

She had been engaged to a talented disciple there, only for him and his secret lover to steal valuable cultivation resources and frame her for the crime.

Her cultivation had been damaged, her reputation destroyed, and she had been expelled without anyone believing her.

By the time she finished explaining everything, Evelyn’s expression had become noticeably colder. "Where?"

The servant blinked. "What?"

Evelyn looked at her and repeated only two words. "The sect."

Less than a day later, the two of them were standing directly outside its gates.

Unexpectedly, the servant’s former fiancé was still there, and even more surprisingly, so was the woman who had helped frame her.

They spotted the two almost immediately, so Evelyn and the servant simply descended and landed directly in front of them.

The servant stared coldly at her former fiancé. "Remember me? The woman you threw away for her... after framing me for something I never did."

The man’s face went pale the moment he recognized her. "Y-You?! How dare you come back here?"

Before anyone could react, frost exploded throughout the sect.

Every elder who attempted to approach was frozen where they stood, some trapped up to their necks in ice.

Evelyn calmly stepped forward and placed a frozen blade against the man’s neck. Her cold eyes locked onto his. "Talk."

That single word was enough.

The former fiancé trembled as Evelyn’s terrifying aura pressed down on him. "I-I admit it! We stole the cultivation resources! She helped me hide them, and we blamed everything on her!"

The gathered disciples immediately erupted into shocked whispers.

He continued desperately, "I was already involved with her before the engagement ended! We framed her because she found out too much!"

Evelyn’s eyes grew even colder, forcing him to continue. "I even bribed people to testify against her and spread rumors so no one would believe a word she said!"

The servant stared at him in silence, her expression growing colder with every confession.

One nearby disciple muttered in disbelief, "Senior Brother... actually did all that?"

Another shook his head. "He ruined her cultivation and got her expelled just to cover up his own crimes..."

The servant listened in silence until he finally finished confessing. Then she stepped forward and slowly drew her sword.

The man immediately stumbled backward. "W-Wait! I confessed! You heard me! I told everyone the truth!"

She kept walking.

His face turned pale. "Please... I was wrong! I’ll repay you! I’ll give you everything!"

The servant’s expression didn’t change. "Everything?"

With one swift strike, she crippled his legs and sent him crashing to the ground.

"AARGH!"

Several disciples flinched, but she still wasn’t finished. With another cold swing of her sword, she directly cut off his little brother.

Every male disciple watching instantly went pale and instinctively clenched their thighs together.

The male disciples watching nearby instinctively went pale and backed away when they realized just how merciless she intended to be.

Finally, the servant raised her sword one last time and shattered his cultivation foundation.

The man stared at her in horror. "N-No... my cultivation..."

She looked down at him coldly. "You destroyed my life once."

Then she turned away. "Now live without cultivation and find out what this world is really like when no one is protecting you."

Meanwhile, his lover immediately tried to flee, but the servant turned toward her next.

Before the woman could get far, the servant rushed forward and cut off one of her hands.

She then left several deep scars across the woman’s once-beautiful face before destroying her cultivation as well.

Only then did the servant finally lower her weapon.

Evelyn looked around at the frozen elders and disciples before releasing her Frost Qi.

Half the sect remained buried beneath thick ice as the two of them simply walked away.

For several minutes, the servant said nothing. Eventually, she looked toward Evelyn. "Thank you, Mistress Frost Dragon."

Evelyn glanced sideways. "Feel better?"

The servant paused before slowly smiling. "Much better. Thank you for coming with me."

Evelyn nodded once. "Good."

For years, the servant had imagined destroying the entire sect because of what had happened to her.

Yet now that the real culprits had finally been punished, she strangely felt no desire to harm anyone else.

The hatred was simply... gone.

And in its place was a deep sense of gratitude toward the new faction that had finally given her the chance to settle everything properly.