Chapter 233

"Just a bunch of petty clowns, daring to act insolent before me?"

He had grown vastly stronger now and no longer regarded these mundane Wu Lin factions as worthy of notice.

Even those so-called terrestrial immortals, he had the confidence to fight one!

"As for the captives imprisoned in the dungeon…"

Brother Ning Chuan fell silent for a moment, then said: "Take me to see them."

387 He would go himself to "interrogate" those bastards, to see if any of them were worth using as pawns.

Or if there were any hidden "surprises."

Secure the gleaming Yitian Sword and the Domineering and heavy Tulong Dao.

Brother Ning Chuan silently thought that once these trivial matters were settled, he would thoroughly study how to re-refine these two top-grade spiritual materials into his true innate magic treasure.

Dai Dai Qisi dared not slacken for an instant and hurried ahead, respectfully guiding Brother Ning Chuan toward the dungeon beneath Guangmingding.

The Ming Jiao dungeon was built deep within a highly secretive cavern in the rear mountain of Guangmingding.

Here, sunlight never reached; it was dark, damp, and the air reeked of nauseating blood and decay.

From the cells lining the corridor, occasional piercing wails and agonized moans echoed, sending chills down the spine.

Clearly, the Zhongmen Sect captives held here were suffering terribly.

When Brother Ning Chuan's massive, majestic dragon body slowly glided into this dark dungeon.

The entire dungeon instantly plunged into a deathly silence!

The prisoners who had been screaming moments before felt the tangible, terrifying pressure radiating from Brother Ning Chuan.

All were terrified into soul-shattering fear, frozen in silence, not daring to breathe!

Each curled into the corners of their cells, trembling violently, eyes filled with endless fear and despair!

They knew this terrifying black dragon was the god-demon who controlled their lives and deaths!

Dai Dai Qisi respectfully accompanied Brother Ning Chuan, guiding him forward.

She watched the once haughty, arrogant Mingmenzheng Sect masters now trembling like stray dogs before her master.

A profound, indescribable satisfaction and pride rose within her.

To follow such an unparalleled being was the greatest fortune of her life!

Brother Ning Chuan's gaze, like a monarch surveying his domain, slowly swept through each cell.

When he passed the cell holding the Emei Sect disciples.

The surviving Emei Sect female disciples stared at Brother Ning Chuan, their eyes filled with bitter hatred and unmasked fury.

Their Master, the late Juejue Shitai, had been slaughtered beneath this dragon's claws!

This blood-deep grudge, they would never forget!

Among them, a young girl dressed in pale green robes, with a face of ethereal beauty and a fragile, pitiable aura.

Though she too lowered her head, her body trembling slightly from fear,

her beautiful eyes hidden beneath long lashes (cbfe) flickered with something utterly different from the others—a faint, almost imperceptible… ambition and resentment?

She was none other than Zhou Zhiruo, the future scheming, ruthless fourth-generation Sect Master of Emei Sect.

She had successfully caught Brother Ning Chuan's attention.

"You hate me?" Brother Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes fixed on Zhou Zhiruo, his voice calm as he asked.

Zhou Zhiruo's body jolted at the question; she immediately bowed her head lower, her voice trembling as she replied:

"I… I dare not."

Though her heart burned with fear and hatred toward Brother Ning Chuan, she knew that before him, she was no different from an ant.

Any resistance would only bring a worse fate.

Brother Ning Chuan watched her pitiable yet cunning expression, and a faint, enigmatic smile curled on his lips.

"Hmm, a clever little girl."

He stirred his thoughts, and a pure stream of demonic energy surged from his body.

Coupled with the eerie power of the Tianjiao Huoshen Eye, it instantly invaded Zhou Zhiruo's mind!

Zhou Zhiruo felt the world go black; her soul plunged into chaos, utterly stripped of resistance.

Moments later, Brother Ning Chuan withdrew his demonic energy.

He looked at Zhou Zhiruo, whose eyes now glowed hollow and dazed, and spoke in a voice laced with undeniable authority:

"From today, you are my maid."

"Return to the island and serve beside Wang Yuyan. Learn well. Do not disappoint me."

"Yes… Master." Zhou Zhiruo's hollow eyes flickered with a moment of struggle, but it was swiftly drowned by an unshakable submission from deep within her soul.

She obediently rose, like a puppet on strings, stepped out of the cell, and stood respectfully behind Brother Ning Chuan.

The other Emei Sect disciples imprisoned in the cells, witnessing this, were stunned and enraged!

"Zhou Zhiruo! You… you've actually… betrayed your sect! Worshiped the enemy as father!"

"You shameless traitor! Even your master's spirit in heaven will never forgive you!"

They pointed at Zhou Zhiruo, screaming insults with furious intensity.

Brother Ning Chuan heard them, and merely frowned slightly, a flicker of impatience in his eyes.

He didn't even bother to speak.

He simply waved his thick, powerful dragon tail at random!

"Boom!"

An invisible gale instantly swept through the entire dungeon!

The Emei Sect disciples who had been shouting never even had time to scream—they were shattered at the heart, reduced to pulps of bloody flesh!

Fresh blood dyed the entire cell red, filling it with a nauseating stench of blood!

Dai Dai Qisi, standing aside, was used to the sight and even wore a trace of a cold smile on her face.

In her view, these ants who dared to offend the master deserved to die!

Next.

Brother Ning Chuan arrived before the cell holding the Divine Sword Xie Xiaofeng and the Demon Blade Ding Peng.

These two supreme masters of sword and blade who once stood at the very peak of the Jianghu were now in a wretched state, their qi flagging.

The arrogance and sharpness on their persons had long been completely eroded by Brother Ning Chuan's earth-shattering, terrifying power.

They were still savoring that crushing defeat and the terrifying power within Brother Ning Chuan that far exceeded their understanding.

Seeing Brother Ning Chuan's massive and majestic dragon-serpent form appear once more.

A complex light flashed in both their eyes: fear, unwillingness, and a trace of... an indescribable curiosity?

Xie Xiaofeng spoke first, his voice hoarse as he asked: "... What exactly... exactly was the power you used before? Why... why was it so domineering? So... so unreasonable?"

This was the greatest doubt in their hearts.

Brother Ning Chuan looked at these two once-overbearing supreme experts, now in a wretched state like defeated roosters.

He spoke only faintly, his voice calm yet carrying a trace of irresistible allure:

"Submit to me."

"You will then have the opportunity to witness a... brand new world."

"A world... far broader and more magnificent than you can imagine."

He knew that for experts like Xie Xiaofeng and Ding Peng who pursued the ultimate limit of martial arts.

Mere threats and bribes would have limited effect.

Only by showing them hope of a higher level could they truly submit with joy.

Moreover, it was not impossible for him to create a cultivation method suitable for the human race in the future.

At that time, granting them some opportunities would not be out of the question.

Hearing this, Xie Xiaofeng and Ding Peng both trembled all over, a trace of disbelief flashing in their eyes!

A new world?

A deeper realm?!

Could it be... could it be that this dragon-serpent truly mastered a cultivation method leading to a higher level?!

The two fell silent for a moment, bitter smiles appearing on their faces.

They knew they... had no choice left.

Seeing this, Brother Ning Chuan said no more.

He opened his dragon mouth, and two drops of dragon-serpent essence blood, shimmering with dark-gold radiance and containing his original qi, slowly flew out, hovering before Xie Xiaofeng and Ding Peng.