Three Sins Against Heaven

Dylan Chen sighed inwardly. He knew he couldn't avoid what had just happened. He immediately bent down to salute, every word and action showing utmost respect.

"Reporting to you, sir, my companion has a simple nature. I'm afraid he might be bullied, so I don't want to be separated from him."

"I think you should worry about yourself first," Mark Ye sneered, his consciousness forming a wave that surged out.

The blood-red pills inside Dylan and the other two immediately activated, causing them to collapse to the ground, writhing in agony. It felt like their hearts were being twisted by a knife, their internal organs knotted together, as if bitten by thousands of insects.

After a cultivator breaks through to Qi Refinement Level One, their perception is no longer limited to themselves; it can extend to the outside world. The stronger the cultivation, the wider the range of this perception.

This kind of perception is called spiritual sense among cultivators.

Mark Ye only needed to spread his spiritual sense to activate the blood-red pills inside the Spirit Slaves, causing them to erupt.

This was the method to control Spirit Slaves. With just a thought from the master, death could come in an instant.

Mark Ye watched calmly for a moment before turning and entering the pavilion. Only then did the blood-red pills inside Dylan and the other two stop their agitation.

"You are my slaves. Do what slaves are supposed to do."

Two other youths stood by the window, their gazes falling on the three with both sympathy and worry, fearing that such pain would befall them.

Ryan Ji lay on the ground for a moment before struggling to get up. He helped Dylan and Carol Yan to their feet. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Dylan's look and immediately swallowed his words.

After being together for so long, he had developed a tacit understanding with Dylan. He knew that Dylan's look meant for him to say nothing and watch how things unfolded.@@novelbin@@

Dylan silently walked into the empty room in the middle, closed the door, and collapsed onto the bed, his face bitter. He couldn't help but think of his fight with Thomas Yang, mocking himself with a smile.

He had thought that fighting desperately would bring about change, but in the end, nothing changed.

He had thought Brian Qin was giving him a chance, but Brian was just treating their fight as a show.

Brian was the spectator, and they were the clowns, scheming and plotting, only to make Brian laugh.

What did those dead youths count for? What did he count for?

Damn it!

Even though he was also at Qi Refinement Level One, Mark Ye was the true cultivator. He was just a Spirit Slave, his life and death controlled by others.

He was unwilling!

But no matter how unwilling, things had come to this point, and he could only accept it.

But he wouldn't give up. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he couldn't give up!

Thinking of this, Dylan suddenly sat up cross-legged, absorbing spiritual energy into his Qi Sea.

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside. The spiritual energy fluctuations in the five rooms almost stopped simultaneously, and the five of them listened intently, their hearts tightening.

It was Mark Ye's footsteps. Although light, they weighed heavily on their hearts.

Fortunately, Mark Ye's footsteps grew more distant, not heading towards them. Though not in the same room, the five of them almost simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

After a moment of silence, Ryan Ji opened the window and turned his head to the left.

"Carol, are you alright?"

Ryan and Carol lived to the left of Dylan, their rooms adjacent, making it convenient to talk.

Carol poked her head out and whispered, "I'm fine now, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have taken that pill. Now we're just fish on the chopping block," Ryan muttered, then cursed angrily, "Just because of a slight difference in aptitude, I become a Spirit Slave? Fuck that, I refuse to accept it!"

Carol gently advised, "Let it go, just endure it for now. Didn't he just forbid us from talking? Be careful not to get caught."

"Not talking all day will suffocate us!" Ryan snorted, turning his head to the right and shouting, "Dylan, why aren't you saying anything?"

Dylan opened the window, about to speak, when he suddenly saw Mark Ye standing behind the trees. His pupils contracted, and just as he was about to warn Ryan, the blood-red pill inside him activated again, causing him to collapse in pain.

At the same time, sounds of falling and rolling came from Ryan and Carol's rooms.

"Annoying," Mark Ye slowly walked from behind the trees to the front of the house, his spiritual sense waves growing stronger, clearly intent on severely punishing the three. "You three are always causing trouble. I just left, and you start talking. Don't you have ears?"

As the spiritual sense waves intensified, the three of them felt their internal organs twist together, their hearts aching like being cut by a knife, and they couldn't help but let out heart-wrenching screams.

After torturing them for a moment, Mark Ye finally retracted his spiritual sense.

"Get out here."

The three struggled to get up, opened the door, and walked out, their lips pale, their clothes soaked with sweat.

Mark Ye said coldly, "I said no talking. Your only purpose is to cultivate diligently. If you break the rules again, you'll be severely punished. Understand?"

The three nodded with difficulty, not even having the strength to speak under such torment.

"Go back and cultivate, no slacking," Mark Ye waved his hand dismissively, about to turn and leave when his gaze fell on Carol. A smile curved his lips as he walked up to her, smoothing the sweat-drenched hair on her forehead. "I didn't notice before, but you're quite good-looking. Senior Brother Qin has good taste."

Carol's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head.

Mark Ye lifted her chin, examining her face with interest. "Without my permission, they can't leave their rooms. But you can. You can also enter this pavilion. There's a room for washing inside. I'm going out for a while. Clean yourself up and wait in the north room on the second floor."

Carol's face turned deathly pale. Mark Ye's meaning was clear.

Ryan clenched his fists, about to explode, but Dylan grabbed his wrist. Meeting Dylan's gaze, he suppressed his anger and trudged back to his room.

Carol stood in the courtyard, a bitter smile on her face.

Mark Ye didn't care and turned to leave.

The courtyard was eerily quiet. With the previous lesson, no one dared to speak again, which was exactly what Mark Ye wanted.

Ryan sat on the ground, pounding it with his fists, even as blood flowed, his throat emitting low growls of unwillingness.

Dylan listened to the sounds next door and sighed heavily. He wasn't afraid of being punished by Mark Ye, but he didn't know how to console Ryan at this moment.

Watching the girl he liked go to serve another man, just the thought of it was unbearable. Ryan's pain would be even greater.

But they were Spirit Slaves, their lives and deaths controlled by Mark Ye. How could they dare to resist?

Carol stood in the courtyard for a long time before smiling bitterly and walking into the pavilion.

Ryan listened to her footsteps growing distant, biting his lips until they bled, but he was unaware.

A stick of incense later, Carol emerged from the pavilion, having washed up. Though she had no clothes to change into, she looked more radiant than before.

Carol walked slowly to Ryan's room and gently knocked on the door.

"Ryan, come out."

Inside, Ryan wiped away his tears and opened the door, head lowered, without a word.

Carol walked up to him, lifted his head with her hand, and asked softly, "Ryan, do you like me?"