Three Sins Against Heaven

Dylan Chen picked up the wine jar and staggered over to Mark Ye, looking completely drunk. He waved the jar in front of Mark, showing the little wine left inside.@@novelbin@@

"Don't be mad, there's still a bit left for you."

Mark's face was as dark as a stormy sky, ready to explode, but he paused when he heard footsteps coming from the loft. He looked up instinctively and was momentarily stunned.

Carol Yan's face was still flushed, her hair pinned up with chopsticks, looking every bit like a bride.

Ryan Ji held Carol close, standing tall and proud as he looked at Mark, his hair tied back with a rope, dressed as an adult.

Hair tied before the coming-of-age ceremony, hair pinned before the hairpin ceremony.

Mark was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening, gritting his teeth in anger.

"You three lackeys, how dare you!"

Ryan laughed loudly, "It seems you're really angry. Then kill us."

"I've already shared a room with Ryan. I will never let you touch me. Come on, kill me," Carol said resolutely.

Dylan spread his arms, closed his eyes, and looked ready to face death. "I was forced to this wretched place, my Qi Sea is broken, and I have no hope of cultivation. I have nothing left to live for. Come on, kill us, and we'll be reborn."

"So that's why you're so bold, seeking death. Alive, you belong to me; dead, you're my ghosts. I won't kill you; I'll torture you slowly with the most brutal methods," Mark sneered, spreading his spiritual sense.

The blood-red pills inside Dylan, Ryan, and Carol immediately activated, causing them to collapse to the ground, writhing in pain and screaming.

Mark watched coldly, showing no sign of stopping.

Under this excruciating torment, it took less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea for the three to pass out one after another.

Mark snorted coldly, called out Roy Li and Ralph Zhao, and after understanding the situation, immediately ordered them to hang the three on a tree.

As buckets of cold water were poured over them, the three gradually woke up.

Dylan looked at Roy Li and Ralph Zhao holding whips and laughed, "Come on, beat me to death. I'll repay this kindness in my next life."

"Death?" Mark sneered from the side, "I'll let you know that sometimes death is a luxury. What are you two waiting for?"

Seeing Mark looking at them, Roy Li and Ralph Zhao hurriedly swung their whips, apologizing silently in their hearts.

As the whips fell repeatedly, the three were soon covered in wounds, their bodies without a single piece of intact skin, and they quickly passed out from the pain again.

Only then did the anger in Mark's eyes subside a little. He turned to Roy Li and Ralph Zhao, "Continue beating them when they wake up, just keep them alive."

"Yes," Roy Li and Ralph Zhao responded respectfully.

Mark gave the unconscious three a cold glance before flicking his sleeves and walking into the loft.

In the following days, Dylan and the others faced endless torment daily. Each time their wounds started to scab, the whips would tear them open again, layering new injuries over old ones.

Fortunately, they had a foundation in Qi Refinement Level One, their bodies far surpassing ordinary humans. Otherwise, they would have been beaten to death long ago.

Even so, the pain of the whips on their bodies was unbearable.

From start to finish, the three didn't utter a word, not even a single plea for mercy. They just stared stubbornly at the loft where Mark was, as if seeking death.

Mark was busy with his cultivation and couldn't always keep an eye on them. Roy Li and Ralph Zhao, unable to bring themselves to continue, pretended to whip them hard but didn't actually cause much pain.

Ten days later, Mark's voice suddenly floated out from the loft, and Roy Li and Ralph Zhao immediately put down their whips and walked quickly into the loft.

When they came out, Dylan endured the pain and carefully observed their expressions.

Their faces were pale, their breaths weaker than before, and the fluctuation of their spiritual energy was almost negligible, as if their spiritual energy had been drained.

Spirit Slaves, so that's what it is.

They didn't continue torturing them but instead released them.

Roy Li said, "The master ordered us to release you, go back and heal your wounds, and wait for his summons. He said he'll spare you this time, but next time it won't be just ten days of whipping."

As soon as their feet touched the ground, the three collapsed, having no strength left to walk after ten days of whipping.

Ryan refused Roy Li and Ralph Zhao's help, sat on the ground for a moment, then struggled to his feet and carried Carol back to the house.

Roy Li and Ralph Zhao exchanged a glance and helped Dylan back to his room.

"Thank you..." Dylan lay on the bed, his cracked lips barely moving, squeezing out two hoarse words from his throat.

Ralph Zhao turned and left, but Roy Li stayed by Dylan's side for a while longer. After Ralph Zhao left, he leaned down and whispered in Dylan's ear, "Boss Dylan, rest well, you'll get better."

Dylan had no strength to move, so he could only give Roy Li a grateful look. After Roy Li left and closed the door, Dylan forced a smile.

Since Carol decided to marry Ryan, he had come up with this plan.

Since they had already acted, showing weakness would only invite death.

Only by appearing to seek death would Mark, wanting to torture them, not kill them immediately, giving them a slim chance of survival.

He bet that they were still useful to Mark, and Mark wouldn't kill them right away.

He was right. Mark, as he expected, wanted to torture them slowly.

But this step was still dangerous. If Mark decided to establish his authority with a thunderous hand, they would be dead for sure.

But they had nothing left but their lives, so they could only gamble for this slim chance.

Originally, according to his plan, they would endure and then make further plans. But Mark suddenly wanted Carol to serve him, and Carol, being virtuous, refused to be defiled. With Ryan's temper, he would naturally fight Mark to the death for Carol.

If Ryan decided to fight to the death, how could he stand by and do nothing?

He didn't want to die and could use any means to survive, but he had only two friends, Little Tiger and Ryan, whom he cherished deeply.

For friends, what was death?

If after the torture, Mark still wanted Carol to serve him, then he and Ryan would fight to the death. If Mark wanted to kill them, they would fight him to the death.

Although with the blood-red pills in their bodies, they couldn't harm Mark in the slightest, they wouldn't just sit and wait to die. At worst, they would die.

But fortunately, it didn't come to that. Although they suffered for a long time, it wasn't without gain.

Roy Li and Ralph Zhao, like them, were Spirit Slaves. Seeing them being tortured, even if they couldn't stand up for them, they couldn't be completely indifferent.

These two could be won over.

But this wouldn't happen overnight. He wouldn't trust them easily; it would take a long time to observe.

The urgent task was to heal, and when Mark summoned him, to verify if the so-called Spirit Slave was what he thought.

Dylan lay on the bed for a while, then struggled to sit cross-legged, guiding spiritual energy into his body to heal.