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Human Sacrifice
In the nearby room of the Azure Cloud Mountain's Water Storage Room, Huang Laohu unbuckled his belt, forcing Jiang Yang to strip and crawl before him.
Through the window, I saw Jiang Yang crawling toward Huang Laohu in utter humiliation, emitting whimpering sounds.
Huang Laohu picked up a black leather belt, preparing to lash it against Jiang Yang's scarred body.
I picked up a stone from the ground, ready to throw it at Huang Laohu's window when suddenly a hand grabbed my wrist. I turned to see the Room Manager, his face pale with fear, making a shushing gesture and urging me to follow him away.
Once we reached the area beneath the water tower, the Room Manager said, "Are you trying to get yourself killed? It's common knowledge that Huang Laohu has a fondness for men. If you had broken that window and he found out, he would have killed you without hesitation. The Azure Cloud Sect may not allow murder, but there will be a death list for the Water Storage Room. As long as the number of deaths does not exceed that list each year, it's permitted."
I heard faint cries and pleas for mercy coming from the forest and asked, "With him forcing others like this, doesn't anyone in the Daoist Sect report it?"
"Report it? How?" The Room Manager replied with a troubled expression. "Now that you know, take care of yourself. Huang Laohu has already toned it down quite a bit. In the past... well, I advise you to stay out of this matter unless you think you can take him on. But let me remind you, his strength is among the best in the Outer Sect."
After saying this, the Room Manager returned to his duties, and I didn't bother fetching water anymore. After nearly a month of running up and down the mountain carrying water, my physical strength had improved significantly; using the same method to refine my body no longer yielded much effect.
I removed the sandbags from my legs and walked around the water tower to observe the terrain. In the afternoon, I returned to my room but frowned when I opened the door and saw my bed.
Someone had tampered with it; the pillow was turned in the wrong direction, and my shoes under the bed were askew.
I stepped outside and went to the back of the dormitory to retrieve my Zhou Compass and other items hidden against the wall.
When I first arrived here for safety reasons, I buried my Zhou Compass, Seven-Colored Elixir, and that stolen handgun behind the wall to prevent anyone from rummaging through my belongings.
This was Azure Cloud Sect; even in a place like Water Storage Room, there were many who had cultivated Dao Qi. If they came across my Zhou Compass or Seven-Colored Elixir, they would undoubtedly find something suspicious. Having cultivated Dao Qi myself, I now realized how potent this Human Pill was with its overwhelming Spirit Energy.
After returning to my dormitory and closing the door, I gently moved the needle of my Zhou Compass toward the nearest scale. Amidst shifting Light Shadows, I saw Three Sons sneakily opening my door and rummaging through my bed and clothes. He even crawled under the bed but found nothing of interest.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Three Sons quickly crawled out from under the bed and tidied up the disheveled items on top. The moment he opened the door to leave, I caught sight of Room Manager's nonchalant face.
Though I didn't know what Room Manager intended to do, I realized he was instructing Three Sons to investigate me. If it weren't for Elder Hong's fragile protection over me, I might have already been beaten to death by now.
I continued adjusting the needle to observe what was happening around me. Through the wall, I saw in the Light Shadows of the large dormitory that Three Sons and Room Manager were discussing when they would take action against me.
"Wait a moment," the Room Manager said. "Brother Huzi has already found out about the Outer Sect and is currently questioning the new Outer Sect Disciples regarding Yang Hao. It seems that Yang Hao is investigating someone named Wang Hai, who was killed by Brother Huzi himself. If Brother Huzi learns about this, it would be enough to get Yang Hao killed."
I returned the pointer to its original position and put it away, realizing I had been too optimistic and underestimated the survival tactics of these seasoned veterans.
I spent the entire afternoon sitting cross-legged on my bed, practicing the Entry-Level Realm's Cultivation Method. To my delight, I completed the initial stage of the Entry-Level Realm in just one afternoon.
The Entry-Level Realm is divided into early, mid, and late stages. Within half a month, my Dao Qi was already circulating smoothly within my body, traversing through several developed Meridians, subtly hinting at a breakthrough into the mid-stage of the Entry-Level Realm. Everything was flowing smoothly without encountering any bottlenecks.
That evening, I heard a knock on the door. When I opened it, I saw Jiang Yang being supported back by someone. There was a clear palm print on his face, swollen to an alarming degree.
As I helped him to bed, he didn't dare to sit down but instead lay on his stomach, whimpering softly.
Feeling sympathetic, I took out a medicine bottle and handed it to him. "This is a family remedy; apply it to your wounds. You'll feel better in no time."
Jiang Yang took the bottle with a skeptical glance at me before removing his clothes. His body was covered in bruises, some areas already turning purple.
After applying the medicine to all the wounds he could reach, he said, "Can you help me with my back?"
I got up and applied the medicine to his back wounds. Before long, I heard his breathing become steady. I pulled the blanket over him and returned to my own bed to continue meditating.
The next morning, I vaguely heard some noise and woke up to see Jiang Yang staring at me in shock. "Your medicine is truly miraculous! Why did all my wounds heal overnight?"
I replied, "My family used to sell dog-skin plaster; this stuff works well for both internal and external injuries. Just don’t tell anyone."
Jiang Yang looked at me gratefully and said, "I won't tell anyone; you can trust me. I didn't expect you to be so kind."
I closed my eyes and remained silent. Jiang Yang then asked, "Did you meditate all night?"
I hummed in response. Jiang Yang stood up from the bed, grimacing as he shouted while holding his backside. His face turned awkward as he said, "Could you give me another bottle?"
I tossed another bottle onto his bed and said, "You'd better pretend to be seriously injured; otherwise, if Huang Laohu finds out, it won't be good for either of us."
"Don't worry; I won't betray you," Jiang Yang promised eagerly. After a moment of pause, he asked, "Do you know everything about my situation?"
I said, "Does it really make a difference if one more person knows about the Water Storage Room?"
Jiang Yang seemed embarrassed and replied, "You're different. I actually want to be brothers with you because you're not like the others. Also, many people from the Water Storage Room have been... well, Brother Huzi..."
"Everyone has their secrets, and you don't need to share them with me. Instead, you should think about how to escape this predicament. Otherwise, if he does this again next time, no amount of medicine will save you. The more you plead for mercy, the more others will see you as a weakling to bully."
Jiang Yang said, "You're right, but what can I do? Brother Huzi is the boss here, and his skills are so high. Even if everyone teamed up, we might not be able to take him down. Before me, someone was already killed by him; I saw it with my own eyes. I secretly ran down the mountain to report it to the elders. But he found out about it, and no one took action. Recently, he's been even harsher on me. Can I really fight back?"
I replied, "Killing doesn't necessarily require being much stronger than another person. Throughout history, those who have usurped power were not always mighty generals; often they were scholars who seemed powerless."
I patted Jiang Yang on the shoulder and walked out of the room. The blinding sunlight hit me as I looked at my strong muscles and healthy skin. A night of training had not made me feel tired at all; instead, I felt even more invigorated. Cultivation truly was a counterintuitive endeavor.
"Brother Yang, why are you so happy this early in the morning?" the Room Manager greeted me.
I said, "I was just about to talk to you, Room Manager. From now on, I won't be carrying water anymore."
"If you come out early like this, how could I dare let you do any work? It's just that if you want to exercise your body, I didn't bring it up," the Room Manager replied.
"So your relationship has become so harmonious," a cold voice interrupted as Huang Laohu suddenly emerged from behind the water tower. "But work still needs to be done. Don't forget that on this hill of the Water Storage Room, I call the shots. If everyone behaves like you and refuses to work, when complaints come from above, who will take responsibility?"
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