"Who captured you all?" Wang Junze asked.

"...Dugu Feng's subordinate."

After a moment of silence, Peng Ru replied solemnly.

"Who?"

His heart suddenly stirred, and Wang Junze couldn't help but ask again.

"Dugu Feng!"

Peng Ru repeated as if Wang Junze wasn't familiar with who Dugu Feng was, and continued to explain, "This person is under the Night Spirit Demon Monarch and is highly trusted..."

Dugu Feng!

Wang Junze never expected that he would be connected to Dugu Feng in such a manner.

Thus, it gave him an excuse to deal with Dugu Feng.

However, the fact that Dugu Feng, herself a woman, would have people capture female disciples from the Profound Moon Sword Sect for sale was really too malicious.

"You're not planning to have me deal with Dugu Feng, or even the Night Spirit Demon Monarch, are you?"

With a slight raise of his eyebrow, Wang Junze interrupted with a cold laugh.

"Peng Ru wouldn't dare!"

Shaking her head, Peng Ru explained, "It was Dugu Feng's subordinate, the demon cultivator Jiao Yang, who captured my master. This person is merely at the Void Realm level of cultivation."

Pausing for a moment, Peng Ru continued, "My master fell into his hands, her fate now unknown... If there is a chance, I ask you to try to rescue my master and kill him, and I would be satisfied."

Dugu Feng's power is too great, Peng Ru wouldn't dare suggest Wang Junze confront Dugu Feng. Her real goal was to rescue Ji Liuyun.

"Is your master beautiful?"

Wang Junze suddenly asked.

"..."

This question immediately left Peng Ru stunned. What did this mean? Did he intend not to spare even her master?

As if guessing Peng Ru's thoughts, Wang Junze sneered disdainfully, "Don't overthink; my point is, if she's not beautiful, there's no chance she'll survive until I can rescue her."

To demon cultivators, retaining someone is certainly because that person holds value.

Threatening the Profound Moon Sword Sect with their disciples, neither Dugu Feng nor the Night Spirit Demon Monarch would likely have the guts for that, so if Ji Liuyun weren't beautiful, she wouldn't hold value to the demon cultivators, most likely resulting in her direct execution or being used to refine a Blood Spirit Pill.

Of course, if she's truly beautiful and falls into the hands of these demon cultivators, her fate could be worse than death.

Just like Peng Ru and her companions, if they hadn't been lucky to encounter me, falling into the hands of Pei Haoran, that little fatty, or the masked man, the outcome would be conceivable even with just your toe.

Mentioning this, Peng Ru's face also turned pale, silent for a moment, she hesitantly replied, "My master is very beautiful..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Junze couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Alright, I understand the matter; if there's an opportunity, I'll give it a try—however... I can't guarantee the outcome." Pausing, Wang Junze continued, "Moreover, if you want me to save someone, you need to show greater value, understand?"

"...Peng Ru understands!"

Lowering her head, Peng Ru answered softly.

A woman, especially a beautiful woman, her greatest value—isn't it her own body?

The next moment, Peng Ru, suppressing her humiliation, began to climb toward the bed.

"Get down!"

Seeing Peng Ru approaching him, Wang Junze was momentarily tempted but quickly controlled himself, indifferently saying, "I'm tired today; I have no interest in touching you for now."

Hearing Wang Junze's words, Peng Ru couldn't help feeling momentarily baffled.

He refused?

She, of course, knew how tempting she was to men, and yet Wang Junze still chose to distance himself, much to her surprise and, certainly, relief.

Even if she's temporarily preserving her dignity, it's still fortunate.

Yet, she hesitated, unsure of his true intentions.

Before she could speak, Wang Junze continued to command, "What, don't want to leave? Or why not dance for me and see if I can hold back?"

"..."

Too shameful.

Peng Ru wasn't a promiscuous woman; reaching such a point was already immensely humiliating. To dance in front of Wang Junze—how could she go on living?

Realizing Wang Junze truly had no intention of keeping her, Peng Ru quickly picked up her clothes from the floor, put them on, and fled the room in embarrassment.

Only then did Wang Junze exhale deeply.

This was a real test of one's character.

Who could withstand such temptation!

If indeed he kept Peng Ru, wouldn't that be welcoming trouble? I'm not really a demon cultivator, able to enjoy a beauty without any psychological burden.

Such opportunistic behavior—if indulged in—I might never have the face to return to the Profound Moon Sword Sect.

Shaking his head, forcing himself to shift his thoughts, Wang Junze couldn't help but think again of Ji Liuyun.

This senior sister I've never met—does she still live? Or, do I even wish she does?

Dugu Feng!

For the public and private reasons, such a person... they should surely die!

...

The next morning, after Wang Junze woke, Peng Ru soon came over again, behaving like a genuine maid, washing up Wang Junze and assisting him with his attire.

Again, Wang Junze hadn't demanded any of this, yet Peng Ru did it willingly.

This time, Wang Junze didn't refuse.

After getting ready, Wang Junze led Peng Ru and her companions directly to the largest restaurant in Yunxiao City, made a flamboyant scene dining, bought plenty of wine, and then left Yunxiao City by carriage, continuing eastward.

In truth, the reason for Wang Junze's showy behavior was to test and see if he could lure some demon cultivators into attacking, thereby allowing himself to deal with some reckless ones and hopefully learn more about the Nether Sea from them.

Unfortunately, possibly because Wang Junze was too flaunting, people hesitated to make a move.

After all, in a place like the Nether Sea, anyone daring to travel with so many pretty women—must either be foolish or incredibly powerful.

After leaving the city, Wang Junze did not produce the Netherworld Flying Ship, instead enjoying Peng Ru's massage while leisurely riding in the carriage.

Indeed, while no one acted within Yunxiao City, Wang Junze's group was still being watched.

After more than an hour, the carriage was halted.

Rather than direct assault, the opponents chose a gentler approach, only blocking the road and forcing the carriage to stop.

"Friends inside, come out for a chat?"

A dozen people surrounded the carriage, chortling and cautiously probing.

"What if I don't want to chat?"

With a cold laugh, Wang Junze had no intention of getting out and simply asked mildly.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice!"

The leader mocked coldly, "The women in your carriage are Profound Moon Sword Sect disciples sold at last night's Netherworld Auction, aren't they?"

"You killed and stole treasures, then dared to flaunt them in the streets... If you don't show some skill, leaving Yunxiao City won't be so easy."

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