Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don t Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 80: Chapter 78: Young Girl

“What’s this, Junior Brother Su, you’re also interested? These are human slaves provided by Liuyun Manor for our amusement. You know, we demon cultivators are always killing and practicing all sorts of bizarre demon techniques. Many of us are under great psychological pressure and have special hobbies, enjoying some thrilling activities to invigorate the spirit and body.”

Seeing Su Jie looking intently, Yu Wenxian offered an invitation, “If you’re truly interested, I can help you talk to them.”

“Never mind, I’d rather not go.”

Su Jie immediately shook his head and then saw a group of fierce guards from Liuyun Manor capturing all the escaped human slaves, ignoring their cries and screams, and sending them back to the slaughterhouse-like building.

“I am truly sorry, we did not manage well. To show our apologies, we will offer another twenty people for your enjoyment,” a Liuyun Manor manager said with a smiling face, bowing to the inner disciples inside the house.

The doors of the house closed again, and such amusements for inner disciples were not even accessible for outer disciples to watch; they could only listen to the faint sound of laughter from killing inside the house.

“Miss Yu, I didn’t notice you were also here. Would you need some male companions?”

The manager from Liuyun Manor saw Yu Wenxian and immediately plastered a pleasing smile on his face.

“What male companions? Are you trying to tarnish my reputation?”

Yu Wenxian’s face turned cold, possibly because Su Jie was nearby.

“Yes, yes, it’s my fault for speaking carelessly. I’ll slap myself, I’ll slap myself.”

Upon hearing this, the manager of Liuyun Manor knelt, his face panicking, and began slapping himself harshly back and forth across his cheeks.

It wasn’t until both cheeks swelled like steamed buns that Yu Wenxian waved her hand dismissively.

“Get lost.”

After all, it was Liuyun Manor, and Yu Wenxian still gave some face.

The manager from Liuyun Manor quickly got up and left, then Yu Wenxian turned to Su Jie with a smile, “Junior Brother Su, don’t believe his nonsense! Actually, I’m quite proper myself, I just play around with those men, my heart has yet not settled on anyone.”

Hearing this, Su Jie’s lips twitched, doubting whether Yu Wenxian understood the meaning of ‘being proper.’

“Senior Yu, come over for tea.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

At the tea table where inner disciples sat, someone called Yu Wenxian back.

“Coming, what’s the hurry.”

Yu Wenxian turned back and gave a glance, then said to Su Jie, “I’ll leave first then. Come visit me if you’re free; I hardly have friends here to talk to.”

Yu Wenxian turned, twisting her snakelike waist, and returned to the midst of the inner disciples.

Su Jie noticed that after Yu Wenxian took her seat, most of the inner disciples treated her with utmost respect, a reflection of her quite extraordinary status.

……..

Two days later!

Nighttime!

Liuyun Manor, tonight was the day to escort the human slaves back to the sect.

Early in the morning, the entire Liuyun Manor was bustling.

Batches of human slaves, shackled by iron chains on their hands and feet, were driven by escorts from Liuyun Manor and pushed onto horse-drawn carriages.

Su Jie stood by the roadside, counting the number of human slaves. The overwhelming number of heads looked harrowing.

“I heard that a drought recently occurred in Jingzhou, and some refugees fled to Qingzhou. Jia Shao Prefecture also has many unattended refugees who were captured by the government and left unhandled; some were driven out and died from hunger and cold, some were sent to dark mines never to see daylight again. Some, however, were sold into slavery by Liuyun Manor. Ha, this is the Da Li Dynasty, treating its own citizens this way; I think they are no better than us demon cultivators.”

Chen Yun’s tone was full of mockery toward the dynasty. Before, he had browsed through the books stored at the Mountain Gate, many of which had come from the Da Li Dynasty. These books were full of praise for the Da Li Dynasty, but now such first impressions were shattered and fragmented.

Although Liuyun Manor had restricted the movement of Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples within its bounds, fearing that the Demon Cultivators might cause trouble, news still leaked out.

“Most human slaves were captured by factions; it has become a lucrative business,” she said.

Gu Weonian, having seen many such situations, displayed no mockery; he simply followed orders.

“Rise, and the people suffer; fall, and the people suffer,” he said.

Su Jie sighed leisurely, watching as one human slave after another passed by the numerous disciples, reaching out their hands pleading for help.

“Please, let my child go, she is only five. If you must kill, kill me, but spare my child,” they pleaded.

“My family is in Qiren County, we are wealthy. Take me back, take me back, and I will give you money, I swear it’s all true,” another begged.

“Guan Chao Pavilion, Taiching Mountain, Moonlight Society… so many reputable sects in Qingzhou will not let you devils off easily; you’ll have a dire end one day,” another threatened.

These human slaves included men and women, old and young, some begging for mercy and others boldly cursing.

More of them felt desperate about their future, their faces numb, like living dead, clumsily moving about.

Horse-drawn wagons held these human slaves, while numerous Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples lined up on either side to escort them.

Lit torches illuminated the night sky, resembling a fiery dragon snaking across the land.

The convoy did not head towards the official roads; such a large-scale operation was far too conspicuous to transport them back to Ghost Ridge Palace this way.

The wagons’ destination was clear after two hours of travel under the cover of night.

Su Jie’s ears twitched, hearing the sound of the tide surging.

A large river flowed quietly under the night sky, its waters slapping against the banks, embellished by the moonlight that lent a sparkling brilliance, like a black jade belt rimmed with silver.

About a dozen large boats were docked there, with Liuyun Manor guards patroling back and forth along the shore with torches.

Leading this group of Liuyun Manor guards was a portly middle-aged man handling a pair of Dragon Pattern walnuts, with sparse hair and a belly swollen as if he were nine months pregnant. He was currently directing the operations; it was Jia Changxun, who had once visited Ghost Ridge Palace and was one of the significant figures of Liuyun Manor.

It was Jia Changxun’s visit to Ghost Ridge Palace that initiated this large-scale transportation operation, with a significant number of disciples deployed to escort the human slaves due to a shortage at Ghost Ridge Palace.

By the riverbank, Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples followed the prior arrangement, escorting batch after batch of human slaves onto the boats.

Due to the sheer number of people, each boat’s hold was packed like a sardine tin with human slaves.

The murky air, poor sanitation, and the jolting journey made the conditions not for humans, but rather like those for livestock.

Su Jie boarded the seventh large boat, which, aside from a few crew members provided by Liuyun Manor, was supervised by the Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples.

This large boat also had an inner disciple from Ghost Ridge Palace, a burly man nearly two meters tall with a rare red beard, named Xu Yihu.

“Brother Xu, this is a gift specifically for our Sect Master. I hear you’re skilled in Fire Technique, so you shouldn’t be afraid. You must take good care of it,” he said.

Jia Changxun arrived with a group, carrying a huge box onto the boat.

“What is this?” Xu Yihu asked, surprised, not knowing what was inside the box.

“Open it,” ordered Jia Changxun.

With a nod, his guards quickly opened the box, laboriously lifting out a man-sized crystal.

Astonishingly, sealed within the crystal was a young woman wearing a light yellow long dress with a blue silk belt tied around her waist and fresh, tender flowers inserted in her hair. Her eyes were tightly shut, hands clasped around her knees, curled up—she looked like amber frozen within resin, securely sealed inside.