"I gave you the Azarhan Sutra which I dug for three hundred years, yet you two want to harm me!!" Piao Changji must be hiding in some corner of the old house. When he heard my words, his eerie voice immediately echoed around, "Even your death won’t settle the hatred in my heart. I want you to wish for death instead!"

"What do you mean? What... did you do to Xiao Li?" I gripped the Copper Key tightly and rushed towards the voice following the fluctuations of Spiritual Power. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Damn bastard spirit, he has far too many clones.

The two I killed last time were just puppets. The one talking to me now...

I have no idea if the voice seeking revenge on me is the real Piao Changji.

Because of the Soft-shelled Turtle Spirit’s trait, Piao Changji remains alive despite his weakness.

He simply can’t be killed!!

"Hahaha!!" Piao Changji’s maniacal laughter surrounded the entire old house, making my heart bleed, unable to fathom the torture Xiao Li might endure.

Wuyue had already caught up, his cold and stern voice reached my ears, "Isn’t it easy to guess a pervert’s mind? It’s known that the Soft-shelled Turtle Spirit is lecherous. He sent the wedding sedan to abduct Chen Xiaoli, it must be..."

"Don’t say it, I don’t want to hear your jinx! Wuyue, you’re suppressed by him, quickly leave the old house." I couldn’t continue listening to such terrifying words, harshly admonishing Wuyue to leave.

Countless times it had replayed in my mind, the event when Qing Li was defiled by Lin Gang.

Not only was Qing Li defiled, but she was also humiliated and gave birth to a daughter.

It tormented me deeply, making it unbearable to face such things.

And now... could it be... that such a terrible thing will repeat itself on my best friend...

Is it?

The old house is large, but Piao Changji’s lair seems always to be in the loft where the White Gauze floats.

I was guided by his voice to the loft, following the staircase upwards.

Wuyue was ultimately a self-preserving king, unwilling to shed blood needlessly and sacrifice himself.

After listening to my appeal, he turned back from the edge, not forcing his way along.

"No... Let go of me... Help me, Brother Chenn!!" On the third floor of the loft came the heart-wrenching screams of a girl and the jarring sound of tearing fabric.

A red bridal gown was donned, amidst countless ancient paintings on the writing desk.

Struggling and full of tears, she couldn’t break free from the perverted Soft-shelled Turtle Spirit pulling at her bodice, showing a face of unbearable despair, "You might as well kill me, you perverted monster, Beichen won’t spare you!"

"Su Wan, you’ve finally arrived. I’ve been waiting for you for so long. If you had succumbed in Fengdu, she wouldn’t be the unlucky one." That pervert Piao Changji curved his lips, stretched out his tongue to gently lick Xiao Li’s face from top to bottom, "I want you to witness how your friend becomes my revered, my hundred-eighth Concubine because of you."

"One hundred and eight concubines, are you playing at Liang Shan? Ugly freak, even if you get my body, you won’t get my heart." Xiao Li slapped Piao Changji, her long leg kicking heavily at Piao Changji’s chest, "Su Wan, go quickly, this monster is formidable, don’t care about me."

Piao Changji was slapped, his eyes turning crimson, raised his hand intending to strike back.

"I don’t care about you, how would you marry Beichen after being violated by him?" I pulled out the Begonia Hairpin from my head, swiftly stabbing it into the back of Piao Changji’s hand, piercing through his dirty hand, "Wishing to alleviate worldly suffering, revive the sick, banish demons and evil, eradicate wickedness, may Kui Gang’s guardian power manifest, answering a thousand calls, fulfilling ten thousand summons, even uncalled self-manifest."