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Chapter 658: Blood Market Tower (7) · Oct 13, 2026

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651 Chapter 652: Blood Market Tower (1) 2026-10-13
652 Chapter 653: Blood Market Tower (2) 2026-10-13
653 Chapter 654: Blood Market Tower (3) 2026-10-13
654 Chapter 655: Blood Market Tower (4) 2026-10-13
655 Chapter 656: Blood Market Tower (5) 2026-10-13
656 Chapter 657: Blood Market Tower (6) 2026-10-13
657 Chapter 658: Blood Market Tower (7) 2026-10-13
658 Chapter 659: Blood Market Tower (8) 2026-10-13
659 Chapter 660: Blood Market Tower (9) 2026-10-13
660 Chapter 661: Blood Market Tower (10) 2026-10-13
661 Chapter 662: Blood Market Tower (11) 2026-10-13
662 Chapter 663: Blood Market Tower (12) 2026-10-13
663 Chapter 664: Bloodline (1) 2026-10-13
664 Chapter 665: Bloodline (2) 2026-10-13
665 Chapter 666: Bloodline (3) 2026-10-13
666 Chapter 667: Bloodline (4) 2026-10-13
667 Chapter 668: Bloodline (5) 2026-10-13
668 Chapter 669: Bloodline (6) 2026-10-13
669 Chapter 670: Bloodline (7) 2026-10-13
670 Chapter 671: Bloodline (8) 2026-10-13
671 Chapter 672: Mollusk (1) 2026-10-13
672 Chapter 673: Mollusk (2) 2026-10-13
673 Chapter 674: Mollusk (3) 2026-10-13
674 Chapter 675: Mollusk (4) 2026-10-13
675 Chapter 676: Mollusk (5) 2026-10-13
676 Chapter 677: Land of Spirit Creatures (1) 2026-10-13
677 Chapter 678: Land of Spirit Creatures (2) 2026-10-13
678 Chapter 679: Land of Spirit Creatures (3) 2026-10-13
679 Chapter 680: Land of Spirit Creatures (4) 2026-10-13
680 Chapter 681: Land of Spirit Creatures (5) 2026-10-13
681 Chapter 682: Land of Spirit Creatures (6) 2026-10-13
682 Chapter 683: Land of Spirit Creatures (7) 2026-10-13
683 Chapter 684: Land of Spirit Creatures (8) 2026-10-13
684 Chapter 685: Land of Spirit Creatures (9) 2026-10-13
685 Chapter 686: Land of Spirit Creatures (10) 2026-10-13
686 Chapter 687: Spy (1) 2026-10-13
687 Chapter 688: Spy (2) 2026-10-13
688 Chapter 689: Spy (3) 2026-10-13
689 Chapter 690: Advance Preparations (1) 2026-10-13
690 Chapter 691: Advance Preparations (2) 2026-10-13
691 Chapter 692: Advance Preparations (3) 2026-10-13
692 Chapter 693: Advance Preparations (4) 2026-10-13
693 Chapter 694: Advance Preparations (5) 2026-10-13
694 Chapter 695: Advance Preparations (6) 2026-10-13
695 Chapter 696: Advance Preparations (7) 2026-10-13
696 Chapter 697: Advance Preparations (8) 2026-10-13
697 Chapter 698: Advance Preparations (9) 2026-10-13
698 Chapter 699: Advance Preparations (10) 2026-10-13
699 Chapter 700: Advance Preparations (11) 2026-10-13
700 Chapter 701: Advance Preparations (12) 2026-10-13

Soyeon, terrified beyond measure, barely managed to scream, her throat feeling as if it would tear open.

She cried out, begging to be spared.

Her energy had already been emptied by her flight, yet she dragged together every last trace of power scattered through her meridian vessels, clutched even her trembling soul, and forced out that scream.

And yet, at that sound, the man clutched his stomach and burst into laughter as if he might shake heaven and earth.

“Pwahahahaha!”

Soyeon’s desperate cry seemed to him no more than a ridiculous clown’s performance.

No—rather than that, it looked as though he found it exhilarating to see his prey struggle and beg for its life.

Despair dyed Soyeon’s heart a dull gray.

The color of all hope being extinguished.

The cultivator who had seized her was not in his right mind—and worse, he seemed to be a particularly vicious type.

The kind who took pleasure in watching others despair right in front of him.

At that moment, a gentle voice, like a spring breeze, tickled her ear.

“Eating you? Ah, you’ve made a big misunderstanding. I’d never do something so horrible, so don’t worry.”

Truly, it was the kindest, softest voice in the world.

Soft enough that Soyeon might have been fooled by it.

But within that kindness, Soyeon sensed a chill like that of a venomous snake.

Manic laughter one moment, then kindness so perfectly gentle the next.

That was not something human.

There were creatures like that even in the deep sea.

Cruel predators that did not swallow their prey at once, but toyed with it for a long time, deepening its despair, before finally tightening their grip and killing it.

In her chest, the certainty stabbed deep that the man holding her now belonged to exactly that kind.

Handing out a scrap of hope, only to fling it into the deepest despair—such a vile taste.

Truly a demon worse than demons.

Worse even than those who simply reveled in excitement with prey right before their eyes.

“Huaaah—!”

Realizing reality, Soyeon screamed again.

That was when women’s voices reached her ears.

—Chii. 『Why does she keep crying? Don’t worry. What you’re thinking won’t happen. So-ryong isn’t that kind of person.』

—Tsurur. 『Yeah, don’t worry. Our dad isn’t that kind of person.』

The voices weren’t even human.

They were the typical voices of spirit creatures, carrying spirituality within their sounds.

Soyeon cautiously extended one eye from her shell to look around.

Her energy was completely depleted, so she hadn’t been able to sense how many were nearby—but it seemed there had been more than one who saved her.

As she popped out an eye and looked about, the first thing she saw was a long body.

It was enormous, but it was a form she had seen many times back in the human world.

A centipede.

And behind the human man holding her, she saw red, jewel-like wings.

A butterfly.

A butterfly spirit creature, and a centipede spirit creature.

Feeling a bit more at ease at the sight of the spirit creatures, Soyeon asked in a cautious voice.

“R-really?”

“Of course.”

—Chiii. 『That’s right. So-ryong isn’t that kind of person. We’re all living just fine right beside him, aren’t we?』

—Tsururur. 『Yeah. Our dad isn’t someone who eats spirit creatures.』

Only then did her tension finally ease.

The tension drained away with a dull snap, and Soyeon’s body nearly slid right out of her shell.

“H-hic. I... I lived.”

“A-are you okay?”

“Y-yes. I’m fine. I-it’s just that the tension suddenly let go.”

The man made a worried expression at her body half-sliding out.

Until she had been captured by bad people and sold off, Soyeon had learned a little about this Cultivation World while she was being kept confined.

From the conversations shared by those who guarded her.

She had learned what kind of place this was, and how it worked.

This Cultivation World was filled with small beings living by instinct, much like the sea itself, where creatures live exactly as they are born—to eat and be eaten.

If you are weak, you are eaten.

If you are strong, you eat.

That was the natural order of this world.

So in such a world, honestly, there was no one who would save a complete stranger like her out of kindness, much less speak to her gently.

This was not a world where the weak could expect mercy from the strong.

And yet, this man had truly saved her—and was even worrying about her.

Everything had been a misunderstanding.

Soyeon quickly came to her senses and bowed her head repeatedly atop the man’s palm.

“Th-this discourtesy... Thank you for saving me. Thank you.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m just glad I could save you. Ah—my name is So-ryong.”

“So it was Lord So-ryong? My name is Soyeon. I have no idea how I should repay this kindness...”

To save her out of goodwill in a world of pure survival of the fittest—while enduring the pursuit of numerous cultivators.

A hero she had heard rumors of back in the lower human world.

A hero-like person who pitied those weaker than himself and would risk his life to save common folk when they were in trouble.

She couldn’t even begin to fathom how to repay such a great debt, when the man spoke in a careful voice.

“Cough. Soyeon, huh? That’s a nice name. But this place seems pretty dangerous. Do you happen to have any cultivator you live with?”

“Ah, n-no. I ascended alone and was captured and sold right away, so I don’t have any friends or cultivators I know.”

“Those rotten bastards...”

Captured the moment she ascended and sold as Spirit Pill material—how could she have any cultivator acquaintances?

The only cultivators she knew were the ones who had captured her, and the ones who had managed her.

Then the man asked in a gentle voice.

“Then... would you like to be with us?”

“Be... with you?”

“I mean, become family.”

“F-family?”

In that instant, Soyeon realized.

Surely, the one who saved her wished to take her as a disciple.

In the Cultivation World, wasn’t “family” simply another way of saying to become one’s disciple?

It wasn’t her, but even while she had been captured, she had heard it said that those with exceptional spiritual roots were sometimes sold as disciples.

Soyeon burst into tears again from gratitude and said,

“You mean... you’ll take me in as your disciple?”

“Huh? Disciple?”

“Yes, a disciple. You saved my life, and would even take me as a disciple... How could this Soyeon ever repay such kindness? Sniff...”

As Soyeon cried atop his palm, the man spoke as if it were no big deal.

“W-well, yeah, something like that. So then, you want to be my disciple? Ahem.”

What was there to hesitate over?

The other party was a high-level cultivator.

Soyeon immediately prostrated herself atop his palm.

“Soyeon greets Master.”

And so, bowing in the form of a snail, Soyeon became the man’s disciple.

***

I thought family was the closest bond, so family had naturally been what I had in mind—but maybe because this was the Cultivation World, she interpreted it as becoming a disciple.

At the mention of “disciple,” before I even realized it, I had accepted her as one.

Up until now, I hadn’t had any disciples, but I had thought it might be nice if I did.

She was one I wanted to raise anyway, so I allowed her to become my disciple.

Raising a pet venomous creature was raising something; raising a disciple was also raising something—there wasn’t that much difference, really.

You could say someone with low martial attainment had no right to teach anyone, but as for ways to raise her cultivation realm, I had more than enough.

If I registered her under the Beast-Heart Technique, I could guide her growth with extreme precision.

‘That said... my first disciple being a scaly-foot snail. Somehow, that feels good.’

My heart lifted at the thought that my first disciple was a scaly-foot snail.

A disciple of mine should, by default, be venomous and unusual—and she met all those conditions.

On top of that, I hated it when the ones I raised got hurt or injured, and while I didn’t know about other things, this one boasted incredible defensive power, which alone made her perfect.

She might get beaten up wherever she went, but the chances of being beaten to death were slim.

After we finished talking amongst ourselves, I conveyed it to my wives through our mind-link.

『“So, this friend here wanted to become my disciple, so I accepted her. That’s okay, right?”』

“Did you say... a disciple?”

“A disciple?”

A flurry of question marks poured out at the word disciple.

I decided to introduce my disciple to my wives.

『“Then, I’ll bring her in, so say hello.”』

I placed Soyeon straight into Dokmul-hyang.

***

At the news that So-ryong had taken in a disciple, everyone rushed to the entrance of Dokmul-hyang.

Not only So-ryong’s four wives, but the other venomous creatures as well.

—Bwoong.

—Tsurut. 『Where are you going? Dad took in his first disciple. The moms said this is something really important, so we all have to go see.』

[Hoho, Eun-eun took in a disciple? Then of course we should go and have a look.]

—Skaa. 『If it’s big brother’s disciple, then we should definitely go.』

And so, everyone gathered at the entrance of Dokmul-hyang.

All the venomous creatures and So-ryong’s wives who had gathered there couldn’t help but feel bewildered.

Because there was nothing to be seen at the entrance.

『“So-ryong? Did you really send the disciple inside?”』

“Hasn’t she come in yet?”

The wives and venomous creatures, looking all around, couldn’t find So-ryong’s disciple and asked him.

In response, they heard that she had already been sent in.

『“I already sent her in. Is it because she’s small?”』

“Small?”

At the word “small,” So-ryong’s wives and the other venomous creatures checked the grass.

Soon, in one corner of the grass, they found a single snail glimmering orange.

A snail with beautiful scales, like a general clad in armor.

She was pretty, but—this was the disciple?

Everyone thought that and spoke up.

“This child... So-ryong’s disciple?”

“This one is So-ryong’s disciple?”

“This child?”

“No, big brother’s disciple is this one?”

At that moment, Soyeon, who had been crouched in the grass and peeking out with one eye as she examined So-ryong’s wives and venomous creatures, cautiously asked,

“W-who might you be...?”

They were taken aback by her unexpected form, but So-ryong’s wives introduced themselves with solemn expressions and dignified manners.

“So-ryong, whom you have taken as your master, is our husband. Therefore, we are your senior mistresses.”

“S-senior mistresses!?”

Soyeon was shocked by how many senior mistresses there were.

But she quickly pulled herself together and hurriedly formed a human form.

And then, the next motion.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Soyeon.”

Using the energy she had recovered a little by now, Soyeon completed her transformation and bowed deeply to her senior mistresses.

While she was politely greeting them in human form, Zihwa stepped forward and asked,

“But your cultivation seems to have only just passed Opened Wisdom and reached the level of Spiritual Awakening. How are you able to assume a human form?”

A high-handed voice, and an expression that looked down on her.

Feeling intimidated by that pressure, Soyeon showed her wrist and said,

“I-it’s because of this. As long as I have enough energy, I can assume a human form just by channeling my energy into this.”

A treasure Soyeon had received from the Dragon Palace before ascending.

When worn on the body, it would smoothly sink in, and by channeling energy there, it would allow her to assume human form—a Magic Treasure.

It was the moment she showed it.

Zihwa, still carrying that imposing air, asked Soyeon with sparkling eyes,

“Oh? A Magic Treasure like that? Hm... Sorry, but may I borrow it for a moment?”

She was asking to borrow the Magic Treasure.

How could Soyeon refuse, when it was none other than her master’s senior mistress asking?

As Soyeon timidly held it out, questions came from the other senior mistresses.

“Zihwa, what are you planning to do with that?”

“Why are you borrowing it?”

At those questions, Zihwa smiled broadly and answered,

“For the time being, So-ryong won’t be able to come in here, and if I go outside, I’ll be in bird form, won’t I? So tonight, I’ll assume a human form and instill a sense of responsibility in So-ryong.”

“Responsibility?”

“A sense of responsibility?”

“I mean copulation. He said having children without the process doesn’t build responsibility, didn’t he?”

Silence fell over the surroundings.

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