Three Sins Against Heaven

Five days later.

Dylan Chen sat dejectedly in his room, his face full of despair.

The despair wasn't due to his injuries; under the nourishment of spiritual energy, his wounds had healed within two or three days.

What truly disheartened him was that every time he was about to fill his Qi Sea during cultivation, the excess spiritual energy would leak out from the cracks and dissipate, no matter how hard he tried.

This meant he couldn't break through his acupoints, and his cultivation would forever remain at Qi Refinement Level One.

He was unwilling to accept this. If his cultivation couldn't progress, how could he ever leave this place!

"Ryan Ji."

Mark Ye's voice suddenly came from the attic, and Dylan immediately suppressed his complicated emotions, standing silently by the window.

This was the first time Mark had called for Ryan since the punishment, and Dylan couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for him.

Ryan, as always, was defiant, striding heavily across the floorboards, making a loud noise as if he wanted to smash Mark's attic. Even though he emerged with a weakened aura, his head remained held high.

Dylan smiled wryly. Although they hadn't known each other for long, he understood Ryan very well.

If Ryan could bow to Mark, he wouldn't be Ryan Ji.

Next was Carol Yan. As soon as she entered the attic, Dylan heard Ryan knocking on the wall.

This was a signal they had agreed upon earlier. If Carol stayed inside for too long, they would rush in and fight Mark to the death.

Fortunately, Carol came out shortly after, spending about the same amount of time as Ryan. It seemed that Mark had no further intentions towards Carol after knowing she shared a room with Ryan.

Dylan thought he would be next, but to his surprise, Mark called for Roy Li instead.

Although Dylan hadn't interacted much with Roy Li, he could tell that Roy Li was a timid and honest person, walking cautiously unlike Ryan's swaggering steps.

The fourth was Ralph Zhao. As soon as Mark called, he hurried into the attic. Even though he came out with cold sweat on his forehead, he still respectfully bowed to the attic before returning to his room.

Others might see Ralph Zhao as obsequious, but Dylan saw him as a smart person who knew how to adapt to circumstances. Recalling Ralph Zhao's reaction to his earlier invitation, Dylan found this calm and collected young man quite interesting.

Ralph Zhao, like Dylan in the past, was cautious and could endure anything without showing it.

Such a person was definitely not simple. If Dylan could win Ralph Zhao over, things would become much easier.

"Dylan Chen." Mark Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it reached Dylan's ears clearly.

Both were at Qi Refinement Level One, yet Dylan lacked this ability.

Dylan immediately left his room and entered the attic, walking slowly up the stairs. He glanced at Mark, who was sitting cross-legged on a meditation mat, then quickly looked away without saying a word.

Mark said indifferently, "It seems you're just like Ryan Ji, both stubborn. Let's see if you can stay stubborn till the end."

Dylan remained expressionless and silent.

"I have plenty of time. Believe me, you'll be begging on your knees soon enough. Your life or death isn't up to you. But before I grant you death, I'll squeeze out every bit of your value." Mark sneered, pointing to the mat opposite him, signaling Dylan to sit down. Without waiting for a response, he pressed his right hand on Dylan's top of the skull, directly extracting the spiritual energy from Dylan's Qi Sea.

Along with the spiritual energy, Dylan's vitality and essence were also drawn out.

Dylan's face turned pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead, looking extremely pained. Yet, even in such a state, he suppressed the instinct to resist, letting Mark extract the spiritual energy he had painstakingly accumulated.

Soon, Dylan's spiritual energy was completely drained.

"That's enough, get lost." Mark waved dismissively.

In his eyes, Dylan was no different from an ant, a mere spirit slave. As long as Dylan didn't act out of line, Mark wouldn't even spare him a glance.

After leaving the attic, Dylan looked at Ryan and Carol, who were silently watching him by the window, and gave them a reassuring look. After a brief exchange of glances, he quickly entered his room.

Back in his room, Dylan collapsed onto his bed, curling up under the covers, his hands and feet cold, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The feeling of having his spiritual energy drained was truly unbearable. His entire body felt empty, like a wandering ghost with no place to belong.

It was only then that he realized Brian Qin's method of cultivation was wrong.

Both were at Qi Refinement Level One, yet Mark's aura was full, continuously absorbing spiritual energy.

But for those with inferior aptitude like them, they were destined from the start to be mere containers for storing spiritual energy, providing it for their master.

The day their spiritual energy was completely drained would be the day they died.

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Of course, he was unwilling. No one would willingly become a stepping stone for others, giving away the spiritual energy they had painstakingly absorbed.

But what could he do?

If he resisted, it would only lead to death. If he didn't want to die, he had to cooperate. From the moment he was sold to the Demonic Extreme Sect, his life no longer belonged to him.

A way out, a way out, where was the way out?

Dylan thought hard but couldn't find an answer. Frustrated, he pulled the covers over his head, involuntarily thinking of his mother.

Thinking of his mother filled his body with warmth, making him feel less exhausted.

In a daze, he seemed to see his mother, eating the food she made, watching the gentle smile on her face.

Dylan reached out to touch his mother's face, but she moved further and further away, her face becoming more and more blurred until it disappeared.

"Mother!"

Dylan sat up abruptly, looking at the dim room, then at the brightly lit attic outside the window, feeling an extreme sense of loss.

It was just a dream.

Dylan sat in the darkness for a long time, then lay down again, turning over to continue sleeping.

The side of the pillow he had been leaning on was faintly wet.

...

In the cramped room, Dylan lightly tapped his foot on the wall, moving nimbly like a monkey, bursting with a speed unattainable by ordinary people.

This was a method he had figured out himself. As long as he channeled spiritual energy to his legs, he could achieve this.

Without Mark's orders, he couldn't leave the room, so he had to pass the time this way.

After practicing for a while, Dylan sat cross-legged on the bed to recover his spiritual energy. He couldn't use too much spiritual energy, lest he be punished for not having enough when Mark needed it.

After recovering his spiritual energy, Dylan looked at the scratches on the wall made by his fingernails, his eyes dimming.

The thirty-seventh day. He knew he couldn't go back to his previous state, but if he didn't keep track of the days, he would have nothing to look forward to.

During this time, except for occasional visitors, Mark stayed in the attic cultivating.

And because of their previous actions, the three of them were frequently drained of their spiritual energy by Mark.

"Dylan Chen." Mark's voice rang out, almost perfectly timed with Dylan's recovery.

This was Mark's revenge. In just over twenty days, Mark had drained his spiritual energy more than fifty times. Almost every time Dylan's spiritual energy recovered, he would be called by Mark, and the same went for Ryan and Carol.

Dylan quickly got up and walked to the top floor of the attic, sitting silently on the mat opposite Mark, letting him drain his Qi Sea dry. He even suppressed the instinct to resist, his eyes no longer showing the fearlessness they had the first time he faced Mark.

Mark mocked, "You're no longer as resistant as before. It seems you've accepted your fate, only your mouth remains stubborn."

Although Dylan still said nothing, his eyes dimmed, as if Mark had hit a sore spot.

After his spiritual energy was drained, the feeling of weakness returned. Dylan forced himself to stand up, taking small steps backward, his peripheral vision catching Mark taking a Spirit Stone from his storage bag. He couldn't help but take a few more glances.

If he could cultivate with Spirit Stones, would his cultivation improve?

But such a ridiculous thought quickly dissipated. With his status, he wasn't worthy of having Spirit Stones.@@novelbin@@

It was then that he realized Mark's gaze at him was no different from how he looked at the Spirit Stone.

He was also a Spirit Stone, a human-shaped Spirit Stone.

A servant, a spirit slave, and a Spirit Stone.

In any case, not a person!

"Hmm?" Mark frowned slightly, seeing Dylan standing still.

Dylan snapped back to reality, hurriedly turning to leave. As he left the attic, he sneered inwardly.

Mark thought he had started to submit, but this was just a facade he put on.

From initially seeking death to gradually giving up resistance, such a change would surely make Mark think his methods had worked.

Once Mark let his guard down, Dylan's opportunity would come!