The morning sun shrouded the Green Poison Peak in a thick, eerie mist, carrying the scent of rare herbs and potent toxins.
Within the grand hall of the peak master’s residence, Master Yao Fang (official Name/ Name change happen when a person becomes peak master), the feared and respected lord of the Green Poison Peak, dipped his brush in black ink and began writing on a cloth parchment with slow, deliberate strokes. The words he inscribed carried the weight of authority, finality, and challenge.
With a final stroke, he pressed the official green poison seal at the top of the letter, leaving a faint but ominous glow.
He turned to Kent, who stood before him, calm and resolute.
“Take this letter to the city head of the Kulu Nation’s capital administration hall,” Master Yao Fang instructed, his piercing green eyes locking onto Kent’s. “This will grant you complete ownership of the beast women in the slave village. Do not fail me.”
Kent received the cloth parchment with both hands and bowed. “Master, I will return once the matter is settled.”
“Don’t waste your time for trivial masters!” The peak master replied with a nonchalant look.
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Kulu capital city…
Administration Hall…
The city administration hall in the capital was a grand structure filled with officials scribbling on scrolls, servants rushing to deliver documents, and armored guards keeping the order. When Kent entered, the air shifted. The hall, which had been buzzing with murmurs and the scratching of brushes, fell silent.
City Head Zheng Lei, a stout man in a golden robe, looked up from his desk and furrowed his brows. “What brings you here, young disciple?”
Kent stepped forward and presented the cloth parchment. “This is an official decree from the Peak Master of the Green Poison Peak. I’m taking few women as my slaves.
I request the immediate transfer of all beast women in the slave village to my personal ownership.”
Zhen Lei was utterly shocked by that sentence. He stopped drinking wine half way and stared at Kent with an unbelievable look.
Zheng Lei immediately unrolled the cloth, his eyes scanning the contents. His expression changed from curiosity to disbelief, then to alarm. “Are you certain you wish to take all the beast women as your servants?” he asked, his voice rising with incredulity.
Kent nodded firmly. “I am certain. Finalize the process without delay.”
The city head hesitated for a moment before slamming his palm onto the table. “Servants! Prepare the necessary documents!” His voice boomed across the hall, snapping everyone back into action.
The news spread like wildfire among the officials. “Did you hear that? A disciple from the Green Poison Peak is claiming ownership of all the beast women!”
“That’s outrageous! The Crown Prince will be furious!”
Within an hour, the documents were prepared. The city head stood before Kent, holding a black wooden staff engraved with the beast women’s ownership seal. “With this master stick, you now hold full authority over them. Not even the Crown Prince can challenge it.”
Kent accepted the staff and turned to leave, his steps unwavering. “The beast women are no longer slaves.”
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Slave Village…
Meanwhile, in the wretched slave village, a sinister force had arrived. The Hua family’s disciples and guards, clad in deep blue robes, stormed through the muddy streets.
The leader of this heinous raid, Hua Jing, grinned as he lifted his hand, forming a complex spell with dark energy.
Princess Ai Ping, the guardian of the village, rushed to the scene, her long silver hair flowing in the wind. “Leave this place at once! The beast women are under my protection!”
Hua Jing merely sneered and pointed at her. A dark energy bolt shot from his fingertips, wrapping around her body like invisible chains. Ai Ping froze, her body turning stiff like a statue, unable to move or speak. Her wide eyes reflected horror as she watched the village descend into madness.
“Now, watch, princess!” Hua Jing laughed. “Your beloved beasts are ours to do as we please!”
Like a swarm of locusts, the Hua disciples stormed into the crumbling huts, yanking terrified beast women out by their hair. Screams filled the air as women were dragged through the dirt, their clothes torn, their dignity shattered.
An old beast woman, her frail body trembling, clung to one of the assailants. “Please, have mercy!” she pleaded.
A Hua disciple sneered and struck her across the face with the back of his hand. The old woman collapsed, blood dripping from her lips. “Know your place, you filthy beast!”
In the center of the village, the young beast women were forced to kneel in a circle, trembling with fear. A crowd had gathered—onlookers, noble disciples, and pleasure-seekers—watching the vile spectacle unfold with eager eyes.
Gu Ping, a princess of the Ping family, stood nearby with a sadistic smile. “Ai Ping, you always acted so high and mighty. Now look at you! Helpless, watching your precious beasts suffer. This is truly entertaining!”
The Hua family disciples laughed as they played cruel games. One placed an apple on a beast woman’s head and took turns throwing knives at it, intentionally missing to graze her skin. Others ripped their clothes, slapping them for amusement.
A young beast woman sobbed, pressing her palms together. “Please, oh great gods, save us from this torment!”
Her desperate prayer only fueled the crowd’s laughter.
Hua Jing grinned. “No gods will come to save you, little beast. You are nothing but toys for us to enjoy.”
But just as the atrocities reached their peak, the sky suddenly darkened. A heavy, oppressive aura descended upon the village. The air crackled with an unseen force.
A single voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
“That’s exactly right! No god will come to save your lives.”
Every head turned toward the sky at the village entrance.
Kent stood in the air on his massive golden throne, his silhouette outlined against the darkening sky, his golden eyes burning with fury. In his right hand, he held the black master stick, the symbol of his authority over the beast women.
The entire village fell silent.
And then, a storm began to brew.