It wasn't that Li Chang'an was full of himself, nor was he narcissistic. But his looks had always been devastatingly attractive. Plenty of women had tried to make moves on him—he'd just always held his ground, staying pure as jade.
"So you're saying I can really win a hundred matches, earn the title of Deathgod, and even make it through the Road to Hell?" Li Chang'an asked again.
"Yes. I trust my judgment. You absolutely can!" Ye Xuan's eyes were full of unwavering conviction. She'd seen countless people before, but this young man… he wasn't just her best chance—he was her only chance.
"Fine, say I do get out of here. But what about you? You're a messenger of this place. Only I'll be allowed to walk the Road to Hell when the time comes. How are you planning to leave with me?"
Li Chang'an couldn't help but ask. After all, the City of Slaughter wasn't somewhere you could come and go at will. In over a thousand years, only eight people had made it out alive.
"My martial soul is special. It's a shadow. I've already reached the Spirit King realm. When the time comes, I can possess your body. That way, you can take me with you," Ye Xuan said softly.
As a messenger, she had the unique right to use soul skills within the City of Slaughter. That was her greatest bargaining chip—and the reason she dared to even speak of leaving.
"And what exactly do I get for taking you out of here? Don't tell me it's your body—I'm a gentleman." Li Chang'an raised an eyebrow. Hearing that her martial soul was a shadow gave him a few ideas, but first, she'd have to prove she was willing to give her all.
Besides, sneaking a messenger out wasn't something to be taken lightly. If they ran into that terrifying Title Douluo, it'd be over. Li Chang'an was very clear about his current strength. He might be able to deal with weaker Titled Douluos, but anything above Rank 95? Without gambling his life and using every hidden card, he'd stand no chance. That one… was already half a step into the divine.
"I, Ye Xuan, am willing to serve by your side for life!" she declared, suddenly bowing at a perfect ninety degrees. For the sake of her freedom—for the chance to leave this filthy place—she was ready to give up everything.
However, as she bowed, the deep bend of her posture accidentally exposed a large patch of fair, glowing skin. Li Chang'an couldn't help but offer a "salute" of his own.
"You don't need to serve me that way," Li Chang'an said, eyes lingering unashamed. "But I do want you to work for me."
He wasn't just being pervy—he was speaking the truth. He wasn't some kind-hearted saint who helped people out of pity. If all he wanted was her body, he wouldn't risk dragging her out of here.
But if he was planning to take her with him, then he had his reasons. The batch of youths his mother had selected had nearly finished their trials. What he needed now was someone to take charge—to become their instructor.
That team would be his personal force in the future. One of his trump cards. And for that, secrecy was essential.
As for soul power? Before reaching Spirit Emperor, he never considered soul power to be a limiting factor. Even soul rings and soul bones weren't real obstacles.
After all, he had the backing of two powerful chambers of commerce.
What he want isn't her body but her capability.
"Alright. If you can get me out of here, I'll do anything for you—even if it means killing or burning down cities." Ye Xuan agreed without hesitation. She didn't even ask what the job was. As long as she could escape, she'd do it.
No one could truly understand how desperately she longed for the outside world—how much she hated this place she'd grown up in.
"Good. Then wait for me to win a hundred matches." Li Chang'an nodded, finalizing the deal.
"Then… how does Young Master plan to sleep tonight?" Ye Xuan asked, her cheeks lightly flushed, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
"I'll sleep on the floor. You take the bed." Li Chang'an stepped close to her and spoke just beside her lips.
"T-That's not right… Young Master, why don't you take the bed instead? I can sleep on the floor…" Ye Xuan replied, somewhat disappointed. She'd hoped they'd share.
"Do as I say," Li Chang'an said with no room for argument.
"Yes…" Ye Xuan replied quietly, nodding like a docile kitten—a stark contrast to the strong, composed figure she'd been earlier.
She obediently set up a soft bedroll for Li Chang'an, then went to cook dinner. After they ate, he even used her bathroom to take a hot shower before finally lying down.
But just as the lights were turned off and Li Chang'an was about to fall asleep, Ye Xuan stepped out of the bathroom—freshly bathed.
Her shoulders were half-bare, her curves perfectly framed by the towel wrapped around her boobs. Below, the towel barely covered her peach-shaped hips. Her long, fair legs were smooth and slender, like carved white jade. Her damp hair clung to her skin, dripping with water. The moment Li Chang'an saw her, he felt… another "salute" coming on.
One minute later—
"Ah! Young Master, y-you said you were a gentleman!"
"Stop talking. Open your mouth."
…
From that night on, Li Chang'an's life in the City of Slaughter became both simple—and full of blessings. Every day, he spent about an hour participating in three matches. Then he'd review his techniques, and think about how to condense his second soul core. The rest of the time, he'd spend with Ye Xuan on bed.
There was no entertainment here. No friends, no family. Just Ye Xuan. So, other than the daily "clapping sessions," there wasn't much else to do.
Of course, during their free time, Li Chang'an also began training Ye Xuan, teaching her the basics of being an instructor. He wanted her to be ready for the role once they got out.
As he fought more matches, Li Chang'an's mastery of killing techniques improved rapidly. He could now finish off enemies with minimal effort and maximum efficiency.
If his former self had only known how to "smash people," his current self could now deliver a quiet, painless death in the most efficient way possible.
At this point, even without using his martial soul or soul skills, Li Chang'an could be considered a professional hand-to-hand combatant—a martial artist, in every sense.
However, as the matches continued, he began to notice a troubling issue. The problem didn't come from the outside world—it came from within.
That's right. With each kill, Li Chang'an found himself growing increasingly violent. That aggression could only be vented through killing—or through sex.
Fortunately, the system still worked in this place. After taking a soul power-boosting fruit, Ye Xuan broke through to Spirit Emperor level. Her body had strengthened again—just enough to barely handle Li Chang'an's "three daily raids."
As his win streak grew, so did his reputation. His name was now echoing through the City of Slaughter.
Because his kills were swift and painless, people had given him a new title—
"The Gentle Deathgod."
—
In a certain part of the City of Slaughter, inside a vast, dark room…
A throne-like chair sat at its center, massive and ominous. Blue and purple crystals were embedded into it, forming a drum tower-like design. Aside from the chair, the rest of the room was painted in dark red.
"The Gentle Deathgod… won another match today," came a cold, feminine voice from the shadows.
She was the one who managed all the messengers—like Ye Xuan.
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