But now.
She had no choice but to resort to this method to numb herself and vent the insatiable bloodlust that had nowhere to go.
Qian Renxue's mind involuntarily conjured up Ye Feng's figure...
"You bastard, I won't let you have your way!" Qian Renxue gritted her teeth as she noticed the look in Ye Feng's eyes.
But despite her words, the phantom of Ye Feng in her mind grew more and more vivid...
...
...
Half an hour later.
Qian Renxue finally stopped.
She poked her head out from under the covers, her delicate face flushed crimson and burning hot.
Recalling what had just happened, Qian Renxue felt so embarrassed she could dig out an entire Slaughter City from the ground.
"I actually fantasized about him... Qian Renxue, you shameless wretch, ahhh!!!"
Covering her face, she rolled around on the bed, overwhelmed by an inexplicable emptiness and guilt.
She swore to herself that she would never do such a thing again.
...
Qian Renxue's behavior was no different from that of a guy.
A quick session of self-indulgence!
Afterward, she immediately entered a state of post-clarity.
Even feeling a strange sense of guilt, she began reflecting on herself, vowing never to do it again.
Yet, inevitably, the cycle repeated—stubbornly unbreakable.
...
"Click—"
Suddenly, Qian Renxue's door was pushed open, and Ye Feng peeked in.
The next moment, he saw Qian Renxue without clothes, her entire body red like a shrimp, wrapped only in half a blanket, rolling around on the bed.
Seeing her in such a bizarre state, Ye Feng tensed up and quickly asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
Though Ye Feng was in the living room, he wasn't constantly spying on or eavesdropping on Qian Renxue, so he had no idea what had happened.
He had only noticed some unusual movement in her room and came to check.
After all, Qian Renxue hadn't killed anyone in two days, locking herself in her room the entire time. Ye Feng was worried she might be in trouble.
But he never expected to see this scene...
"Y-you... Ah! Why didn't you knock, you jerk?! Get out!!"
Qian Renxue let out a shriek, grabbing the greatsword by the bed and hurling it at Ye Feng.
"Clang—"
Ye Feng casually deflected the sword and obediently closed the door.
He had genuinely thought Qian Renxue was in some kind of trouble—until his gaze landed on her bed.
Ye Feng instantly understood.
Of course, he didn't dare ask further, lest Qian Renxue try to kill him...
...
Ye Feng steadied his mind and sat back on the sofa, refocusing on comprehending the laws.
A short while later.
Qian Renxue, now dressed and wrapped in a blanket, walked out and plopped down beside Ye Feng, her cheeks still tinged with lingering redness.
"Ye Feng, do you have any idea how rude it is to barge into a girl's room without knocking?!" Qian Renxue glared at him, her voice thick with displeasure.
Ye Feng remained silent, absorbed in his cultivation.
"Stop playing dead! What exactly did you see just now?!"
Qian Renxue grabbed Ye Feng's collar, clearly flustered and furious!
Though Ye Feng had seen her body, she was already used to that.
What concerned her wasn't that—but whether he had noticed what she had been doing earlier...
"I didn't see anything."
Ye Feng opened his eyes, putting on a serious face.
Admitting it was out of the question—otherwise, Qian Renxue would surely fight him to the death.
"Really?"
Qian Renxue looked skeptical, her pale golden eyes fixed intently on Ye Feng, searching for any tell in his expression.
"Yeah, really."
Ye Feng played the innocent card, a rare instance of him lying.
He was currently at a critical moment in comprehending the "Slaughter Domain" and couldn't afford to be disturbed by Qian Renxue.
Previously, Ye Feng had worried about how Qian Renxue would vent her killing urges without anyone to slay.
It seemed she had found her own method, sparing him the concern.
In a few days, the Spirit Hall would likely send new Fallen Ones, giving Qian Renxue several days' worth of killing.
Combined with the "good method" she had discovered herself, lasting a full month wouldn't be a problem.
"Hmph, you'd better mean it! Next time you barge into my room without knocking, I swear I'll fight you to the death!"
Qian Renxue snorted, delivering her threat with a fierce glare.
Despite her tough words, she felt deeply uneasy inside—and somewhat relieved.
Thankfully, Ye Feng hadn't seen anything. Otherwise, her sterling reputation would have been ruined, and that bastard Ye Feng would mock her for the rest of her life...
"You're the one who didn't lock the door. Besides, I was just worried about you..." Ye Feng said helplessly.
"Hmph, none of your business!"
Qian Renxue shot him another glare.
Just then, Ye Feng suddenly turned his head toward the door.
As if sensing something, he flashed to the entrance and slowly opened it.
There stood a woman clad in black robes, right outside his room.
Her features were striking, but her skin was unnaturally pale, with long purple hair cascading down her back, exuding an aggressive aura.
Her figure, however, was undeniably alluring—even the plain black robes couldn't hide her curves.
"Who are you?" Though Ye Feng had a rough guess, he still asked to avoid any misunderstanding.
"I am an envoy of the King of Slaughter. Little one, the two of you have caught his attention—quite impressively so."
The woman spoke slowly, her tone icy and at odds with her appearance.
"So, you're here to recruit us?"
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, cutting straight to the point.
"Giggle... I do like clever little ones like you."
The woman covered her mouth as she laughed, clearly growing more interested in Ye Feng. She continued, "You must already know—your extraordinary strength has left the inner city nearly deserted, making it impossible to operate the Hell Slaughter Arena..."
"You must have also noticed the arena's peculiarity. The longer you stay here, the harder it becomes to suppress the urge to kill."
"You might have secret techniques to hold it back, but for how long? A month? A year? Or perhaps a decade, a century?"
"Only by joining the great King of Slaughter can you truly free yourselves from the grip of bloodlust!"
Her voice grew increasingly fervent as she spoke.
Like a fanatic, the mere mention of the King of Slaughter sent her into a state of excitement and rapture.
"Fine, I accept your offer. But I have one condition," Ye Feng said.
"Hmph, joining the King of Slaughter's ranks is an honor for you, and you still have demands?" The woman was clearly displeased, but remembering the King of Slaughter's warning, she reluctantly said, "Speak. What is your request? We'll try to accommodate it if possible."
Ye Feng met the woman's gaze steadily and spoke slowly, "I'm willing to stay here and join the King of Slaughter's forces, but on one condition—the King must open the Road to Hell in advance to let my friend leave!"
Of course, joining was out of the question.
But only by making this claim would he have a chance to persuade the King of Slaughter to open the Road to Hell early for Qian Renxue.
After all, the rule of completing 100 matches to open the Road to Hell wasn't a law of Slaughter City—it was the King of Slaughter's own decree.
As long as enough blood was offered in sacrifice, the Road to Hell could be opened at any time.
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