Chapter 66
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Chapter 66: There’s a Gang Here
You You was baffled by the man’s bizarre actions. She’d never seen someone poison themselves, and for a moment, she froze, unsure how to react.
“Third Brother, are you done yet?” A hushed voice suddenly hissed from within the wall beside her.
She stiffened. Did this guy have accomplices?
A creak echoed as a hidden mechanism clicked into place. The wall shifted, splitting open to reveal a secret door. Someone was about to step out.
Panicking, You You glanced at the unconscious man on the ground. Before she could think, her body moved on its own—she flopped down beside him and shut her eyes.
…
Wait. She could fight! Why play dead?
（⊙_⊙）？
Footsteps closed in. Voices erupted as the newcomers spotted the two on the ground. “Third Brother!” Hands grabbed at the man, voices tense.
“What happened? Why’s he out cold here?”
“Looks like… he got hit by his own knockout powder!”
“What? He had a protective talisman! How’d this happen?”
“Who cares? At least the girl’s down too. Third Brother half-succeeded, I guess.”
“No time. Grab them both and move!”
Rough hands hauled You You up. The bustle of the street faded as they carried her somewhere quiet.
Twenty minutes passed before they dumped her onto cold ground. When the last footsteps retreated, she cracked her eyes open.
Darkness enveloped her—an underground tunnel, maybe. These weren’t petty scammers but proper traffickers. Regret prickled her. Why had she pretended to faint? Should she fight her way out now?
She stood, ready to summon her map, when her foot caught something. Stumbling, she squinted and froze—four more bodies lay scattered in the gloom.
“Hey! Wake up!” She shook the nearest figure, but got no response. All five victims were unconscious women.
A trafficking den.
Her jaw tightened. She’d almost cast the Revitalizing Technique when fresh footsteps echoed. She dropped back into her original pose, eyes squeezed shut.
The traffickers returned, hauling prisoners out. “Hurry!” a voice barked. “The city’s protective barrier weakens in fifteen minutes! Miss the teleportation array’s window, and we’re screwed!”
Light flared—a formation activating. The world lurched, then noise exploded around her: shouts, sobs, the crack of a whip.
“Release me! I’m a Xuanyue Sect disciple! The immortal sects will hunt you!”
“Shut it!” A whip snapped. “No one’s saving you noble ladies and female cultivators here!”
A scream ripped through the air. You You peeked.
They stood in a vast stone chamber, packed with thirty-odd women. Some fought, some wept, others stared blank-eyed with terror as guards herded them toward a tunnel on the left.
On the other side of the stone chamber, a formation was glowing as cultivators kept appearing with females. Some were drugged like You You, while others had panicked eyes and bound hands – all clearly trafficked victims.
You You’s heart sank. This trafficking ring appeared larger than she’d imagined.
Before she could observe carefully, the unconscious group along with others were driven into another stone chamber resembling a dungeon. Over a dozen cells held four to five females each. A transparent barrier immediately sealed the entrance behind them.
"Stay quiet!" their captors barked before leaving.
Terror gripped the imprisoned women. The braver ones began shouting desperately, but only echoes answered.
"What is this place? Why are we here?"
"How dare they kidnap noble ladies! Don’t they fear heavenly punishment?"
"They all use magic – they must be cultivators!"
"They even dare capture female cultivators from immortal sects, let alone nobles!"
"Will anyone save us? I want to go home…"
The last plea triggered collective weeping, cries reverberating through the dungeon.
You You opened her eyes to offer comfort when approaching footsteps silenced her. Several black-clad men appeared – clearly higher cultivators than their captors. The shifty-eyed leader at Golden Elixir Stage scanned the cells like appraising livestock.
"How many cultivators this batch?"
"Thirteen, Master Zuo," an underling fawned. "Most still unconscious from the drugging."
"Levels?"
"Qi Refinement, except one at Foundation Building."
"Hmph!" The leader sneered. "Immortal sect standards keep dropping."
"But female cultivators are heavily guarded now…"
"Enough! Follow the rules – strip cultivation from practitioners, drug the rest."
As he turned to leave, the leader suddenly paused with greedy eyes. "Send the Foundation Building woman to me first."
The underling bowed deeply. "Understood!"
Once alone, the subordinate straightened and barked orders: "Take the Foundation Building female cultivator to Shadow Pavilion! Drug the others!" He thrust a porcelain bottle at his assistants.
