Three Sins Against Heaven

Dylan Chen looked at the four figures by the window, desperately hiding the hatred and unwillingness in his eyes.

Even at this moment, he hadn't forgotten the conflict between him and Ryan Ji. He avoided looking at Ryan Ji and Carol Yan, instead glancing at Roy Li and Ralph Zhao with a calm expression.

Back in his room, Dylan couldn't hold back anymore and started coughing into his hand, which soon became covered in blood.

Mark Ye's kick had severely injured his internal organs. If it weren't for the spiritual energy protecting his body, he would have already died at Mark Ye's hands.

Dylan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, causing blood to drip. Only then did he open his hands and wipe the blood clean, repeatedly rubbing the copper coin on his wrist.

Once his emotions had calmed, Dylan sat cross-legged, absorbing spiritual energy to heal his damaged organs.

He only had one night to heal. He had to recover quickly and then comprehend the detailed properties of the medicine.

An hour later, Dylan slowly opened his eyes. Although he wasn't fully healed, he could move without issue. Next, he had to focus on figuring out how to concoct the Rejuvenation Pill.

A faint sound suddenly caught his attention. Dylan's ears twitched as he stood up and moved to the wall shared with Ryan Ji's room, gently moving the cabinet aside and lying on the floor to listen.

The sound came from there, definitely made by Ryan Ji. But what was he up to?

Moments later, a chunk of earth was pushed aside, creating a hole in the wall. Ryan Ji pushed a silver ingot through from the other side, tapping it lightly before withdrawing his hand.

Sitting by the wall, Dylan, who was at Qi Refinement Level One, could see the three words engraved on the silver ingot as clearly as if it were daylight.

"Anything up?"

Dylan wiped away the silver dust, making Ryan Ji's words disappear, then used his nail to carve a single word.

"No."

He was literate. The village had pooled money to hire a teacher to run a private school, so any child from the village could attend for free.

Although Dylan spent most of his childhood scrambling for food, he would listen in on the classes during his free time. Since his family hadn't contributed money, he felt too embarrassed to sit inside, so he listened from outside the window. He could recognize basic characters, though his writing wasn't very neat.

Dylan placed the silver ingot back into the hole and slowly pushed it through.

Ryan Ji quickly pushed it back, the word "No" now replaced with a line of text that warmed Dylan's heart.

"Glad you're okay. That bastard, even when you comply, he still treats you like this. Next time, just cough if you need help, buddy. I'll rush out and deal with him."

"Sorry about what I said about Carol Yan earlier. I had to say it to gain Mark Ye's trust."

"No worries, I understand. Carol Yan won't mind either. I didn't take it to heart, and neither should you. Although I understood your intention at the time, I still can't figure out why we had to act that way. Even if we have conflicts, Mark Ye wouldn't know about them, right?"

"No, he would. Remember when Mark Ye punished you and said he knew you cursed him?"

"Yeah, what's up with that?"

"Other than the first time when we got caught talking, we always waited until he left to speak. How could he be so sure you were cursing him in private? There must be a mole among the five of us. The mole knows about our conflicts, and that's how Mark Ye knows."

"I see. Got it. By the way, how's my acting been these days?"

"Very good."

"Since we haven't been able to talk, do you have any new plans?"

Dylan stared at the words on the silver ingot, lost in thought.

Mark Ye was ruthless and harsh. No matter how well you performed, he wouldn't appreciate it. On the contrary, any slight mistake would lead to severe punishment.

And even if someone else took his place, no one would want to be a Spirit Slave, stuck in this hellhole for life.

His resolve had never wavered. He had to survive and return to see his mother!

But escaping wasn't easy; it required careful planning.

With that in mind, Dylan wiped away the silver dust and carved another line of text.

"When you go out to feed Blackie, pay attention to the terrain and draw it for me when you get back."

"Ralph Zhao is always watching, making it hard to move. I'll do my best. Last time Mark Ye punished me, he somehow knew I was cursing him. There must be a mole. That kid never says a word; I suspect he's the mole."

"We'll deal with the mole later. Let me think it over. That's it for today."

Ryan Ji quickly pushed the silver ingot back again, this time with a few pieces of cooked meat on it.

"I roasted this while feeding Blackie today. It's beef. We aren't allowed to slaughter oxen back home, so this is my first time eating beef. It tastes amazing; you should try it. It might be a bit cold now, but it's still delicious."

Dylan wiped the words off the silver ingot and pushed it back, then gently moved the cabinet back in place, restoring everything to its original state. Although Mark Ye never entered their rooms, they couldn't be careless.

Dylan took a small bite of the beef, chewing slowly and savoring the taste, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

It was his first time eating beef too. Given his family's situation, just having enough to eat was a blessing, let alone meat.

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The beef was indeed delicious, but his smile came from the realization that even in this hellhole, he had comrades to fight alongside. That was something to be grateful for.

Back home, because of that Gambler, none of the kids his age wanted to play with him, and they often bullied him.

He had no friends before, but now, in the Demonic Extreme Sect, he did. Gold, silver, and meat, which once seemed so valuable, were now easily obtainable.

A door in Dylan's heart suddenly opened—a yearning for power. With enough strength, he could have anything he wanted!

Dylan didn't resist the idea of becoming a cultivator, but he wanted to be a true cultivator, not someone else's Spirit Slave!

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Little Tiger loved to eat. No matter how others bullied him, he would be happy for a long time if he had food. If Little Tiger were here, he could share this beef with him.

Despite his efforts, Dylan could barely protect himself. Little Tiger was simple-minded; who knew if he was doing well or being bullied?

With that thought, Dylan finished the remaining beef in one bite and focused on recalling the detailed properties of the medicine, his gaze becoming more determined.

Escaping couldn't be rushed; it required careful planning. The immediate priority was to concoct the Rejuvenation Pill.

He wouldn't abandon Little Tiger. If possible, he would find a way to take Little Tiger with him when he left.

The next day, before dawn, Mark Ye's call echoed through the air.

Ryan Ji and the others moved at the sound, standing by the window and watching silently. Remembering Mark Ye's fury from the previous day, they couldn't help but worry for Dylan.

Dylan walked slowly into the attic, appearing very calm.

He still wasn't confident about concocting the Rejuvenation Pill. But he had long since learned to bury his emotions deep within, never showing them.

He had comrades to fight alongside, people he had to see, and things he had to do.

In short, he wasn't afraid. If he failed to concoct the pill, he would just face the punishment!