Chapter 67
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Chapter 67: A Life-and-Death Escape
The two men strode into the cell, passing straight through the barrier. One poured pills from a bottle and handed them out, while the other moved toward the unconscious woman beside You You, reaching to drag her up.
You You’s heart clenched. Instinctively, she seized the man’s wrist. “What are you doing?”
The man froze, startled by her defiance. He tried to yank free but… couldn’t budge her grip!
“Quit dawdling! Bring her now!” barked the man outside, eager to curry favor with the overseer.
The restrained man snapped to action, whipping out a coiled lash to strike You You.
“My, what’s all this?” purred a silken voice.
The attacker spun around. A woman sauntered in, draped in diaphanous pink silks that clung to her curves. Her collar plunged daringly, every sway of her hips exuding seduction.
“Miss Shui Yan!” The man’s grin turned greasy, eyes raking her body. “Why grace this filth when you should be upstairs entertaining?”
She pouted prettily. “Sister Qing Lien monopolized the Master’s attention. Boredom brought me to inspect the new stock. Problem?”
“None at all!” He sidled closer, pawing her hand. “Let me escort you, lovely. Rough floors here…”
Shui Yan stiffened imperceptibly before batting her lashes. She let him grope, scanning the imprisoned women with feigned curiosity.
Eager to impress, the man jabbed a finger at the unconscious figures. “Most are Mortal Realm weaklings, but we’ve snagged some cultivators too. Even a Foundation Building one!”
“Hmm.” Shui Yan’s gaze flickered. “Plain-faced, aren’t they?”
“None rival your beauty!” He leered, fondling her again.
“Why are they out cold?”
“Soul-drowse incense. Keeps even Nascent Soul cultivators under for days without antidote.”
“Oh?” She arched a brow. “So you carry the cure?”
“Obviously!”
“Good.” Her smile turned lethal. A palm slammed his chest before he could blink, sending him crashing lifeless to the floor.
“Traitor!” The remaining men lunged. Shui Yan flicked her wrist—twin white streaks severed their throats. Blood fountained as bodies thudded down.
Screams erupted as prisoners shrank from the spreading crimson. Shui Yan dropped her act, urgently rifling through the dead man’s robes. Finding a vial, she shattered the barrier and stormed in.
Her eyes bulged at the pills in prisoners’ hands. “Spit those out!” She slapped them away. “They rot cultivators’ cores and enslave mortals’ minds!”
Rage quaked through her before she mastered it. Administering the antidote to unconscious women, she snapped, “Xuan Yue Building in Ming You Valley—den of evil cultivators. Move now or die here!”
Within moments, the drugged women stirred. “We’re in the demonic sect’s territory?!”
“No time!” Shui Yan herded dozens from cells. “Fifteen minutes to escape!”
The group scrambled after her into a garish courtyard ablaze with lanterns. Raucous laughter and cloying perfumes hung thick as they ducked into shadow.
“Why stop?” someone whimpered.
“Wait for the signal.” Shui Yan’s palm whitened around the vial.
BOOM! The central tower exploded in a fireball, raining debris. Half-naked revelers stampeded past as Shui Yan watched flames claw the sky, grief twisting her face. “Now! Run!”
She wove through deserted alleys, the inferno masking their flight. The compound’s walls neared when You You yanked her sideways.
“Not that way!”
Boots thundered around the corner—armed guards flooded the exit.
Shui Yan paled. “They’ve sealed the rear. We’re trapped.”
