Chapter 728: Young Master, I am your dog!

Ning Zhuo did not hesitate to act, unleashing a series of soul techniques.

Pan Si Niangzi had long since been subdued and could not move, forced to endure these spells landing upon her.

Once the round of soul techniques concluded, Ning Zhuo fell silent again.

Pan Si Niangzi, however, revealed a hint of agitation and certainty, staring at Ning Zhuo: "Little Young Master, is that all you have? I just saw many soul techniques that you failed to cast. Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

Pan Si Niangzi feigned concern, but was actually mocking him.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly, unprovoked, his tone calm: "Your soul has three layers of protection. One is the Spider Silk Soul Entanglement, one is a Star Path spell that can divert attacks and vital points. The final layer is a magic treasure screen that draws upon the power of a demoness. Am I correct?"

Pan Si Niangzi’s expression remained calm, but her heart felt as if a giant boulder had been thrown into it.

Ning Zhuo had guessed it perfectly!

The Spider Silk Soul Entanglement was a defensive technique she had developed herself, being a spider spirit, by mixing her own silk with other materials; once cast, it could be maintained for a very long time.

The Star Path spell was called the Palace-Shifting and Dipper-Changing Technique, a protective method bestowed upon her by a demonic giant of the Heavenly Star Palace because she served him well.

The final magic treasure screen was called the Female Brocade Screen. Pan Si Niangzi had once engaged in deep exchanges with a master artifact refiner, using her own beauty as the price and her own silk as the primary material to have this demonic screen crafted; it was her strongest trump card for self-protection.

Although Pan Si Niangzi had been designated as a slave, her magic treasures had not been taken away. This was the sincerity Che Zhuzi had shown to Ning Zhuo.

When Pan Si Niangzi came to Ning Zhuo’s side, Ning Zhuo had only simply taken away her storage equipment, as well as the magic treasures and artifacts she had on the surface.

After a brief inspection, finding nothing extraordinary, he had placed them in the storage compartment of the Ten Thousand Mile Swimming Dragon.

It was only during this probing that Ning Zhuo triggered the Female Brocade Screen hidden in Pan Si Niangzi’s upper dantian of her spirit sea, thus learning of it.

Pan Si Niangzi had not expected that Ning Zhuo would so easily expose all her trump cards.

For a moment, she could only force herself to remain calm: "Don't panic, don't panic! He is still just bluffing; even if he knows, what can he do?"

"The spirit sea is vast; can he find the small Female Brocade Screen in my upper dantian?"

"This magic treasure is my strongest trump card!"

The next moment, Ning Zhuo said: "Pan Si Niangzi, I order you to hand over the magic treasure screen hidden in your spirit sea and offer it to me." Pan Si Niangzi hurriedly promised: "Yes."

The slave contract made her body and mind unable to resist, but when she used her spiritual sense to control the Female Brocade Screen, she encountered refusal.

This magic treasure drew upon the great power of the Female Heavenly Demon and could be considered a treasure with spirituality.

Of course, this was fundamentally different from a treasure giving birth to a soul.

When the Female Brocade Screen realized its own crisis, it directly rejected Pan Si Niangzi, remaining hidden in the latter’s upper dantian of the spirit sea, with no intention of coming out to take risks.

Usually, Pan Si Niangzi would certainly be angry at such disobedience. But now that she was trapped, she was actually secretly delighted that this situation had occurred.

Pan Si Niangzi smiled and spread her hands to Ning Zhuo: "Little Young Master, look, I don't want to either. I am being obedient, but my magic treasure is not listening; what can be done about this?"

Ning Zhuo thought to himself: "This situation is indeed a bit troublesome."

The trouble was not that he lacked the means to deal with Pan Si Niangzi, but that these methods were all newly mastered, and he had no practical experience with them.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Zhuo took out a pine tree.

This was a spirit wood, at the Foundation Establishment level.

Ning Zhuo had previously planned to cultivate Literary Pine and Martial Pine in the cabin of the Ten Thousand Mile Swimming Dragon, so that in the future, his Pine Wave Qi-Nurturing Art would always have a place to be used.

This Literary Pine was one of the results of Old Chef’s procurement outside.

Ning Zhuo, in front of Pan Si Niangzi, cut off many branches of the pine tree, then exerted his Five Elements magic power to summon Five Elements fire, burning the branches to form small bells.

He shook the spirit bells at the Literary Pine.

The bells were silent, yet they could vibrate the tree soul of the Literary Pine.

Immediately, various sensations were deeply felt by Ning Zhuo.

Thirst.

The fine roots of the Literary Pine drilled through granite, eagerly searching for underground water veins. Its "toes" struggled to drill through the cracks in the rock layers, finally finding a mineral vein. The groundwater containing iron water was drawn out by its roots, tasting like bloody gore.

Weight.

In the deep, cold winter, several consecutive blizzards covered the pine branches and leaves with heavy snow.

The treetops had been severely bent, as if one could hear the groaning of the fibers stretched to the limit. Suddenly, an old branch snapped with a crack, the snow scattered, and the pine tree instantly relieved its weight and pressure.

Numbness!

Thunder struck the Literary Pine; at this moment, the world turned into a white incandescence. The crown of the tree turned into charcoal in the thunderstorm, and the lightning penetrated deep into the trunk, branding itself into the growth rings.

The Nine Nether Bone-Asking Bell focused on perceiving the target’s feelings, whether current or deep in memory.

This was itself an auxiliary artifact that could awaken the target’s unforgettable deep feelings during battle, thereby interfering with their rational thinking, causing them to drown in old emotions and reveal huge flaws.

Each wooden bell could be shaken for at most a dozen breaths before it quickly disintegrated into wood shavings.

Ning Zhuo used up all these wooden bells, then closed his eyes for several dozen breaths before slowly opening them.

He glanced at Pan Si Niangzi, whose face had clearly turned ugly.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly, first treated the Literary Pine a few times, and stuffed it back into the storage cabin of the Ten Thousand Mile Swimming Dragon.

"Pan Si Niangzi, what do you think of my Nine Nether Bone-Asking Bell?"

Pan Si Niangzi gritted her teeth; she knew clearly: this method essentially used materials on the spot, and the bells refined could communicate with the bottom of the heart, evoking the deepest feelings.

If it were to be cast on her, as long as her bones were extracted and refined, the power would definitely be several times stronger than the wooden bells!

After all, the name of this move was the Nine Nether Bone-Asking Bell, not the Wood-Asking Bell.

And because it connected from the bottom of the heart, none of Pan Si Niangzi’s three layers of protection could fully cover it.

Ning Zhuo saw Pan Si Niangzi’s expression change slightly and knew she was starting to get nervous.

He smiled slightly and took out a spirit sparrow, which possessed Foundation Establishment cultivation. This was also purchased by Old Chef.

Ning Zhuo changed to a different spell and aimed it at the spirit sparrow to release it: Soul Technique — Soul Cicada Molting!

Magic power was consumed, acting on the spirit sparrow’s soul, causing the outer layer of its soul to change rapidly, forming a cicada-skin-like armor. The spirit sparrow fluttered in Ning Zhuo’s palm, very uncomfortable.

Ning Zhuo mobilized his spiritual sense and tore fiercely, ripping off the outer cicada skin of the spirit sparrow’s soul.

The spirit sparrow suddenly let out a sharp hiss, conveying shrill pain, making Pan Si Niangzi’s brow twitch violently!

Ning Zhuo picked up this sparrow-soul cicada skin, held it in his hand, and actively absorbed it.

The cicada skin was like ice turning into water, quickly dissolving and vanishing.

Ning Zhuo, however, obtained segments of vivid images.

A sticky eggshell wrapped around its body, cold to the bone. It pecked hard, and blinding daylight penetrated through the crack, piercing the dark world.

It could not open its eyes, and intense hunger prompted it to open its mouth and chirp wildly. Then, a warm, soft lump of flesh was stuffed into its mouth, carrying the earthy smell of earthworms and the sour rot of the mother sparrow’s crop.

During its first test flight, it stumbled against a mountain rock, its tender feathers broke, and fresh blood gushed out.

Hiding among the branches, a wild cat suddenly pounced; in the split second between life and death, it puffed up its feathers and flew away, so scared that its feces uncontrollably fell onto the wild cat’s head.

The Soul Cicada Molting spell was actually a means for cultivators to temper their own state of mind. It could restore all the hardships and pains suffered by a cultivator in their life, for the cultivator to savor and learn lessons from.

Ning Zhuo tried it successfully and again smiled at Pan Si Niangzi: "How about this spell?"

Pan Si Niangzi forced herself to squeeze out a smile, still holding on: "Little Young Master, you should know, I am not some spirit plant, nor am I some spirit sparrow."

This demonic cultivator no longer had any of his previous arrogance.

She knew clearly: Soul Cicada Molting, like the Nine Nether Bone-Asking Bell, could bypass her defensive means and steal her layers of techniques.

Ning Zhuo cast a spell to treat the spirit sparrow and put it away.

He looked at Pan Si Niangzi and sighed: "Demonic cultivators are stubborn and unyielding. Very well, I can only take action and teach you a good lesson."

Pan Si Niangzi forced herself to remain calm and puffed out her chest: "Come on!"

Ning Zhuo showed a serious expression and, in front of Pan Si Niangzi, slowly cast a third different soul technique — Three Soul Spinning Wheel Technique!

Pan Si Niangzi’s body shook violently as if electrocuted, then tightened like a bowstring.

The Fetal Light Soul, the Refreshing Soul, and the Hidden Essence Soul vibrated at the same moment, and were then forcibly extracted by a strange power.

The intense pain made Pan Si Niangzi’s pupils shrink violently, her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but open her mouth, letting out a moan full of pain:

"Ah—..."

The Fetal Light Soul was the first to be extracted from her body, turning into pieces of plain snow brocade before her eyes. The satin surface diffused bursts of ice mist.

Subsequently, the Refreshing Soul was twisted into threads of blood, as bright as rouge, and inserted into the plain snow brocade, constantly weaving, and the ice mist reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, when the ice mist completely disappeared, the purple miasma gauze formed by the Hidden Essence Soul spread out, covering the entire red and white brocade until the purple poisonous miasma was completely absorbed by the brocade.

Eventually, a piece of red, white, and purple mixed soul cloth gradually took shape.

The severe pain continued to come.

Ning Zhuo’s ten fingers flew, constantly manipulating.

Pan Si Niangzi was convulsing from the pain of the soul technique and could no longer stand, collapsing directly to the ground.

"Ngh—ah!" She dug her fingernails into the ground, scraping out white marks; she was in so much pain she was about to collapse, sweat wetting her hair tips and sticking to her skin.

She rolled her eyes, nearly fainting on the spot.

Ning Zhuo stopped casting the spell, glanced at the three-colored soul cloth floating in mid-air, and then cast his calm gaze toward Pan Si Niangzi: "Demonic cultivator, have you received enough of a lesson? Do you still want to resist?"

Pan Si Niangzi’s chest heaved violently, gasping fiercely, and she said weakly to Ning Zhuo: "I, I’m almost killed by you."

"You might as well just kill me!"

The severe pain had ignited her ruthlessness and anger; at this moment, she wished she could perish together with Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo sighed: "Since you are still resisting so stubbornly, then don't blame me."

He reached out a finger and pointed at the three-colored soul cloth.

The next moment, the soul cloth ignited without fire.

Burning Boat Soul-Crossing Technique!

The soul cloth burned violently, turning into a small boat in the flames.

Ning Zhuo’s soul escaped, leaped slightly, and boarded the boat.

Streams of memories, like river water, impacted his soul, as if Ning Zhuo had experienced them personally!

In a valley, the Pan Si Niangzi, who had not yet transformed, was being hunted down.

A young man in white laughed loudly: "Stop running, or I’ll kill you. Be a good pet for me, what’s wrong with that?"

During an adventure, Pan Si Niangzi accidentally ate a heavenly treasure and successfully transformed.

Looking at the naked Pan Si Niangzi, the young man in white was stunned, his face blushing: "Little Pan Si, you are actually so beautiful!"

The face of the middle-aged cultivator could still faintly show the spirited look of the young man.

He was seriously injured and dying; before he died, he voluntarily dissolved Pan Si Niangzi’s pet contract: "Niangzi, I’m done for. Before I die, I have a question. I kidnapped you by force; do you blame me or not?"

Pan Si Niangzi shook her head, tears streaming down, her palms blocking the middle-aged cultivator’s wound, but she couldn't stop the blood from flowing out.

The middle-aged cultivator smiled and looked at Pan Si Niangzi with pity: "We are trapped by the enemy, and we have run out of food and ammunition. If you eat me, you will have the strength, and perhaps you can escape—"

The middle-aged cultivator completely lost his breath.

Pan Si Niangzi wept: "Young Master! You forgot, I once promised you, I would never eat people."

The enemy opened the trap array, only to see Pan Si Niangzi sitting sluggishly on the ground, motionless, her face ashen. The middle-aged man had already been burned to ashes.

The enemy was first angry, then seeing Pan Si Niangzi’s appearance, couldn't help but curl his lips and lift Pan Si Niangzi’s chin:

"Yo, not bad looks."

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Pan Si Niangzi endured humiliation, willing to die, acting as an inside agent, using spider silk to pierce the enemy’s heart on the bed, successfully taking revenge.

The female demonic cultivator who used her suddenly felt a sense of pity and saved Pan Si Niangzi.

Pan Si Niangzi was brought into the Female Demonic Sect and practiced diligently.

Threads of spider silk pierced enemies, and spells seduced the masses.

"Why don't you eat?" the tiger demon traveling with her asked.

Pan Si Niangzi had a cold look: "I don't eat people."

The seniors of the Demonic Sect saw this scene and thought: "This spider demon is interesting." So they secretly gave pointers and taught her formations.

The soul cloth burned to ashes, Ning Zhuo’s soul returned to his body, and for a moment he was silent, his gaze toward Pan Si Niangzi becoming complex.

From the memories he obtained, Pan Si Niangzi was just toyed with by fate, drifting and displaced many times. She acted more as a victim than a perpetrator.

Not eating people was her principle.

Many times, she was forced to have no choice and was at a dead end. Many of her bad reputations were also brought about by being framed, wanted, and people repeating what others said.

"Fighting back for survival and revenge is also understandable."

"She has been captured by the strong and used as a slave a bit too many times. Most of her evil deeds were also done under orders."

Ning Zhuo did not investigate information related to Ban Ji, but he learned about Pan Si Niangzi’s past and unexpectedly discovered that this demoness was not as sinful as he had imagined.

Pan Si Niangzi’s pupils shrank, and she looked at Ning Zhuo with a pale face, saying in horror: "Burn, Burning Boat Soul-Crossing Technique?"

Ning Zhuo showed a smile: "You have some knowledge."

Pan Si Niangzi was completely terrified; she knew that if it were cast on her, her soul would completely become fuel until it was completely burned away.

"No, don't—" she pleaded.

The previous hatred and anger had been replaced by the will to survive.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

"It was my fault, spare my life, spare my life."

"I am your slave, I am your dog, if you spare my life, I will be loyal to you, I can do anything, I am willing to do anything!"