He had obtained this strange Secret Technique from the ruins of an Ancient Sect. Back then, Qin Feng's Cultivation had already reached Great Success, so he hadn't paid it much attention. Now, however, as he opened it, he was surprised to find that this ancient Secret Technique was truly peculiar!
This nameless Secret Technique was actually a sinister method for stealing a woman's Profound Yin Vitality. It used her purest point of Yuan Yin to, in a way, fight poison with poison.
However, the woman whose Yuan Yin was stolen would likely have to pay a terrible price.
This was an incredibly vicious Secret Technique!
'Are there any good targets in the Qin Family!' Qin Feng couldn't care less if this Cultivation Technique was sinister. His eyes immediately targeted the Qin Family, his expression flickering as he mused to himself.
'In the past, my family shed their blood and laid down their lives for the Qin Family. They made sacrifices when they were called upon. Now, it's the Qin Family Members' turn to sacrifice for me. To help me shed this reputation as a good-for-nothing, I'll have to ask you to make a little sacrifice. But as for the target…!'
CREAK. The sound of a door opening startled Qin Feng. A girl with a graceful figure saw him open his eyes on the bed and, to her delight, she hurried over.
"Young Master!"
'Honglian!' A faint, fragrant scent wafted over, stirring memories in Qin Feng's mind. The mix of worry, anxiety, and joy in the young woman's eyes washed over him. In that moment of clarity, Qin Feng instantly realized who she was.
His personal Maid, Honglian. He had taken this young girl in from the streets several years ago. Back then, Honglian was small and gaunt, with a sallow, withered face, kneeling all alone on the side of the road. The townspeople all called her a jinx, claiming she was the cause of her father's, mother's, and brother's deaths. No one wanted to go near her; some even hurled insults at her.
It was the Qin Feng of that time who, pitying her frail state and perhaps feeling a sense of kinship with a fellow outcast, was moved to bring the young girl home. After a period of care, the once-tiny girl blossomed into a captivating woman with a graceful figure, an enchanting waist, and eyes like tranquil pools. If not for a blood-red birthmark covering half her cheek, Qin Feng, with his meager abilities, would have long been unable to protect her. Even so, over the years, plenty of troublemakers still came knocking at their door.
For all these years, while Qin Feng had been frail and weak, Honglian was the one who cared for him. The two of them, master and servant, shared a deep bond. Qin Feng had repeatedly tried to send her away for her own good, but Honglian had always insisted on staying to look after him.
Qin Feng closed his eyes. No one could have known the shock that rippled through his soul. With a single glance, he had seen it—she was a Heavenly Killer Blood Girl!
A life ruled by the Celestial Fiend, the reincarnation of a Blood God, a red mole between the brows, and an aura containing the ferocious energy of a Demon God—these were the unmistakable signs of a Heavenly Killer Blood Girl!
'I just opened my eyes and stumbled upon a priceless treasure!'
Qin Feng's heart nearly leaped out of his chest; he could hardly believe his own eyes. Yet, his powerful Spiritual Sense told him that his Sensing was correct. The young woman before him truly possessed a ferocious, blood-red aura that even he, at his peak, would have been hard-pressed to match.
The most ferocious and violent being in all of heaven and earth!
There was only one Heavenly Killer Blood Girl in each generation. Only after the previous one fell would the baleful, bloody aura between heaven and earth nurture the next. Qin Feng remembered a Bloody Queen who had appeared in his past life. This Bloody Queen was precisely a Heavenly Killer Blood Girl. Upon her emergence, she had single-handedly annihilated an entire plane of existence, transforming it into a roiling Sea of Blood. Her tyrannical might was world-shaking, her infamy horrifying. Even the Thunder God Qin Feng, at the height of his power, would not have dared to confront her.
The wonders of the Heavenly Killer Blood Girl did not end there. Every generation of them was a peerless beauty. They not only inherited the ferocious aura of the world but were also born with Wushuang charm, natural-born vixens. The previous Bloody Queen, for instance, was ranked as one of the ten most beautiful women on the continent!
Rumor had it that a Heavenly Killer Blood Girl's Red Pill was miraculous. Once she reached maturity, if a man could win her heart and make her willingly dedicate herself to him, dual cultivating with her would allow him to instantly break through an entire Great Realm! This was the reason they were so sought-after. Despite their terrifying power, there was no shortage of world-renowned Great Powers who pursued them.
The mysterious disappearance of the Bloody Queen ten thousand years ago was very likely connected to this.
A Heavenly Killer Blood Girl has only one partner in her entire life. If her partner dies, she dies of a broken heart!
On the bed, watching the young Maid gently wash him, her face etched with pain, Qin Feng's expression became unreadable. 'No wonder this body's previous owner died so quickly,' he thought. 'A Heavenly Killer Blood Girl is not someone an ordinary person's Qi Fortune can withstand!'
His young Maid, Honglian, thoughtfully finished washing him and tidied the bed. She then hurried to the kitchen and returned with a bowl of congee. To his surprise, there were even traces of meat floating in it.
This was an extremely rare sight. Ever since he had been assigned to this courtyard at the age of twelve, the family's supply of Silver Coins had been completely cut off. Qin Feng was too frail to endure the elements, unable to perform any labor. All this time, it had been his young Maid who toiled, weaving day and night to trade for a meager amount of food. Their meals were almost always plain; meat was a distant childhood memory.
The young Maid carefully fed him the bowl of congee and gently wiped his lips. Seeing her delicate and caring manner, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth. The sinister thought that had just taken root in his mind instantly vanished without a trace.
Qin Feng was by no means a good person; he was unscrupulous, black-hearted, and ruthless. But he had his own principles. He would never scheme against someone who was truly devoted to him.
The young Maid had no idea that for a brief moment, her master—whose soul was no longer the same—had already set his sights on her.
After the young Maid had cleared away the bowl, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside. A moment later, she appeared in the doorway again, her face alight with joy. "Ninth Young Master," she said, "the Patriarch heard you were injured and sent people with some Silver Coins! He also sent two guards, saying they're here to protect you!"
'Protect me? More like keep an eye on me. Who's to say they don't have secret orders to kill us both when the time is right!' Qin Feng froze for a second before his eyes narrowed, a cold sneer playing on his lips.
The color drained from the young Maid's face. She was completely at a loss, worrying, "Ninth Young Master, what are we going to do?"
"Ninth Young Master! Is the Ninth Young Master in?" Just then, a sinister, grating voice like a squawking duck shouted from outside.
BANG BANG BANG! A fierce pounding came from outside. Though the person was asking a question, their tone held not a shred of respect for the master of the house. With a loud CRACK, the flimsy door was kicked open by brute force. A middle-aged man in a guard's uniform swaggered in. He had a sallow complexion and shifty eyes, appeared to be in his thirties, and his entire demeanor reeked of a street thug. Behind him stood a burly, bear-like man with a ferocious expression and a short sword tucked at his waist. His eyes were vicious, as if he were about to eat someone alive.
As the middle-aged man entered, his gaze first swept over Qin Feng on the bed. A flicker of contempt and disdain crossed his eyes, along with a deeply hidden, sinister chill. Still, he offered a brazen, perfunctory bow. After the gesture, he glanced around the dilapidated room and cursed it under his breath. His eyes finally settled on the pale, indifferent youth, slightly surprised by his composure. But a moment later, he let out a dry laugh and spoke in a passive-aggressive tone.
"Ninth Young Master, we are the guards sent by the Patriarch. From now on, we will be fully responsible for your safety. But we are the Patriarch's men, so we hope you won't make things difficult for us. You, Ninth Young Master, are of noble birth, like golden branches and jade leaves, not someone we humble servants can compare to. So, I'd advise you to behave yourself from now on. Don't go getting into any trouble. In fact, it'd be best if you don't take a single step out of this courtyard. Otherwise, it'll make our jobs very difficult!"
His words held not a shred of respect. From the moment he entered, he had been arrogant and condescending, as if the roles of master and servant had been completely reversed. He not only disregarded his master but also made no effort to conceal his contempt and mockery.
Qin Feng's expression remained indifferent, but the young Maid at his bedside could no longer hold back her anger. "This isn't protection, this is house arrest!" she fumed. "How could you do this!"
The middle-aged guard's eyes turned cold as his gaze fell upon Honglian. A flash of surprise glinted in his eyes, as if he had just discovered a hidden treasure in some forgotten corner. He raked his eyes up and down her figure, his stare insolent and lecherous. As Honglian grew flustered, he clicked his tongue appreciatively. After a long moment, he chuckled and spoke to the fierce brute behind him.
"Yan the Fourth, what do you think? Our Ninth Young Master may be a good-for-nothing, but his luck with the ladies isn't half bad, eh? This personal little Maid of his might be ugly, but that body is incredible! It's a shame the Young Master is stuck in bed, unable to move. What a pity. How about we help him out and... inspect her for him first!"
The fierce brute's eyes burned with lust as he stared at Honglian's slender, willow-like figure, his heart pounding. He nodded eagerly. "Brother, who would've thought we'd have such good luck in this shithole! You gotta let your little bro have the first taste this time!"