Three Sins Against Heaven

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Faced with Dylan Chen's inquiry, the three men gave no response, not even sparing him a glance.

Ryan Ji scoffed, "It's pointless to ask. We come here every day, and they never pay us any attention."

After a moment of thought, Dylan Chen stood up with the roasted meat and walked into the wooden shed, placing it on a clean table. He looked earnestly at the three men.

"To others, we may be Spirit Slaves, but to us, we're all human. Where I come from, we share good food with others. Please, enjoy."@@novelbin@@

The three men still ignored Dylan Chen. He said no more and returned to his seat, continuing to eat the roasted meat.

Ryan Ji asked curiously, "How did you know they were Spirit Slaves?"

Dylan Chen explained, "Cultivators wouldn't do such menial work. They must be Spirit Slaves."

"Ah, I could smell the aroma from afar." A handsome young man suddenly appeared beside the three, reaching out to tear a piece of roasted meat from the fire without getting burned. "Let me have a taste."

Dylan Chen and the others were startled. The young man had approached them silently, and they hadn't noticed at all.

This person's cultivation level was definitely higher than theirs, and he was certainly not a Spirit Slave.

Ryan Ji asked, "Who are you?"

The handsome young man smiled, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Jordan Shen, also of superior aptitude, and I joined the Demonic Extreme Sect in the same batch as Mark Ye. You must be his Spirit Slaves, right? So, we came to this sect together. Nice to meet you."

"You're also of superior aptitude?" Ryan Ji tilted his head, thinking for a long time before shaking it. "I can't remember. I really have no impression."

Jordan Shen's smile remained, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He hated it when people remembered Mark Ye but not him!

Dylan Chen gave Ryan Ji a look, signaling him to stay quiet, then asked softly, "What do you want?"

The attitude of cultivators towards Spirit Slaves was evident from Mark Ye's actions towards them. Although Jordan Shen seemed very gentle, Dylan Chen didn't think he would be an exception. He must have a purpose.

Jordan Shen smiled, "Your master, Mark Ye, is quite a character. He spends all day running to the Spirit Treasure Platform with pills, earning Spirit Stones hand over fist. At first, I thought he had both perfect Gold and Fire Spirit Roots and superior Wood Spirit Root. But later, I asked the senior brother who tested his aptitude, and guess what?"

Seeing that Dylan Chen and the others didn't respond, Jordan Shen continued on his own, "His Wood Spirit Root is only two percent, not even good enough to grow ingredients. How can he refine pills? You are his Spirit Slaves, so you must know the truth. Tell me who refines the pills for him, and I'll reward you with a few Spirit Stones. How about it?"

Dylan Chen didn't respond, and Ryan Ji and Ralph Zhao also remained silent, not looking at Dylan Chen at all. Since Mark Ye didn't tell others, they naturally couldn't say anything.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Since you won't listen to reason, I'll have to use some methods." Jordan Shen's smile remained bright as his spiritual sense spread out. Dylan Chen and the others immediately fell to the ground, writhing in pain, cold sweat pouring down.

Seeing that they still didn't speak, Jordan Shen's spiritual sense continued to surge, causing the blood-red pills in their bodies to react more violently. Their expressions gradually became twisted with pain.

Dylan Chen's face was pale, but his eyes were calm. Under the torment, he suddenly realized something.

Yes, he should have thought of it earlier. When Brian Qin gave them the pills, he should have realized it. How could he have overlooked such an important matter!

"Withdraw your spiritual sense, and I'll tell you." Dylan Chen struggled to raise his hand, catching Jordan Shen's attention.

Jordan Shen immediately withdrew his spiritual sense, laughing, "That's more like it. If you had cooperated earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer. Speak."

"Please answer a question for me first." Dylan Chen forced a pale smile, enduring the pain.

"What question?" Jordan Shen asked.

"How much is a Spirit Slave like us worth in Spirit Stones?" Dylan Chen's eyes were sharp, watching Jordan Shen closely, observing his reaction.

This question was crucial. He needed to confirm if Jordan Shen's next answer would be truthful.

"I thought you were going to ask something secret." Jordan Shen chuckled, speaking slowly, "Spirit Slaves like you are worth ten Spirit Stones each. Alright, I've answered your question. Now it's your turn."

Dylan Chen continued, "I have one more question."

Jordan Shen frowned but didn't lose his temper. He nodded, "This is the last question. Ask."

Dylan Chen asked, "How many Spirit Stones has my master earned through pill refining?"

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"The pills he sold at the Spirit Treasure Platform have earned him three to four hundred Spirit Stones. Pure profit should be over a hundred, close to two hundred." Jordan Shen thought for a moment and quickly gave an answer.

"I see." Dylan Chen sat down on the ground, shrugging helplessly, playing the rogue. "How would a Spirit Slave worth only ten Spirit Stones know about matters exceeding ten Spirit Stones?"

Ryan Ji burst into laughter, and even the usually stern Ralph Zhao's eyes were filled with amusement.

They hadn't expected Dylan Chen to dare to mess with Jordan Shen, and his response was so witty.

Jordan Shen was stunned, then his face turned completely dark.

"Fine, very fine. Even a Spirit Slave dares to insult me. If Mark Ye won't discipline you, I will!"

The three fell to the ground in pain again, their breaths weakening rapidly, but their laughter never ceased.

"Dylan Chen, how many Spirit Stones did our master earn recently?" Ryan Ji laughed despite the pain.

"How would I know? I'm only worth ten Spirit Stones. I really don't know about matters exceeding ten Spirit Stones." Dylan Chen replied with a straight face.

"Hahaha, exactly, exactly. Don't ask us about anything over ten Spirit Stones. We don't know!" Ryan Ji laughed, rolling on the ground.

They were Spirit Slaves, supposed to be respectful to cultivators.

But they refused to submit!

Why should they be at others' mercy? Why should others be above them?

Their laughter was their rebellion!

Today, they rebelled against Jordan Shen. One day, they would rebel against Mark Ye. Then, they would laugh even louder!

"Shut up, or I'll kill you!" Jordan Shen roared in anger and shame.

Dylan Chen kept laughing. First, he had gained freedom today and wanted to vent his suppressed feelings.

Second, such a good opportunity to show loyalty couldn't be wasted.

According to Mark Ye's rules, they couldn't stay out for more than a stick of incense.

And a stick of incense was almost up!

A fireball suddenly flew towards Jordan Shen.

Jordan Shen was startled, raising his hand to form an ice spike, shattering the fireball. Seeing Mark Ye rushing over, he gritted his teeth, "Good, let me see if your so-called top genius is just a name!"

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