Back to the 80s: Raising my Wolfy Boyfriend

Chapter 1074: Living Is Torture

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"Ahhhh!!!"

"No!!!"

"Fei’er!!"

"Zhiqiang!"

From within the heavily guarded Yin Family mansion, heart-wrenching cries of grief echoed.

Those guarding the outer courtyard of the Yin Family, full of evil qi, pretended not to hear, appearing indifferent.

As for the Yin Family cultivators they had previously subdued, they were already piled up in the courtyard corners, now merely corpses.

The ground there had already been soaked by the crimson blood.

The bloodstained ground continued to spread.

The bloody scene was unbearable to witness directly.

...

Hidden Market.

The battle between the Luocha Sect and Xuanji Sect ended in a devastating defeat.

In this battle, Luocha Sect disciples were either dead or injured.

On the vast tournament stage, disciples from the Luocha Sect, dressed in gray robes, lay or sat or sprawled on the ground, barely clinging to life.

Gu Jin and An Mingji finally took action.

During the battle, five Golden Core Stage cultivators appeared from the Luocha Sect.

The two fought against five Golden Core cultivators; it could be said the victory was barely won.

This is still thanks to An Mingji’s dark superpower and Gu Jin’s spiritual energy perpetually drawn from a space, extending the power within their bodies to prevail.

The five late-stage Golden Core cultivators were by no means to be underestimated.

Gu Jin, holding An Mingji’s hand, stood on the tournament stage stained with crimson blood, drawing dense spiritual energy from the space, transmitting it to An Mingji’s body.

In the previous battle, he had expended considerable strength and needed to replenish quickly.

Yu Shuo, Jiang Hanyi, Wanqi Jingyi, Wanqi Heyang, and Allen stood behind them in a protective posture.

This bloody slaughter was witnessed by everyone.

When the battle ended, no one uttered a word on the scene.

Gu Jin coldly glanced at the Yin Yue Sect disciples on the high seat and the fear-stricken Yin Honglin.

The Luocha Sect was already dealt with; next... would be the Yin Yue Sect.

These two sects had been in the Hidden Market for many years, cultivating through a cruel method of absorbing other people’s blood and stealing the hard-earned cultivation results of others, to enhance their own cultivation, which was truly contemptible.

If they hadn’t approached them first, Gu Jin would never have wanted any contact with these people.

Unfortunately, she didn’t mind teaching those who approached seeking abuse a lesson about being mindful of the strength of others.

The two old sects had been hiding in the Hidden Market for many years, likely short-sighted, with narrow perspectives and visions.

Gu Jin coldly swept her gaze toward Yin Honglin, catching sight of the fear on his face.

If the Yin Yue Sect stopped making things difficult for the Xuanji Sect, she wouldn’t bother to take action.

But, if the other side failed to appreciate her actions, she certainly wouldn’t mind letting them suffer a bit.

Most of the Luocha Sect disciples lying on the ground were seriously injured, their cultivation abolished.

Only a few were killed accidentally during the battle.

Gu Jin never liked involving lives, often reminding her disciples not to kill unless necessary.

Sometimes death isn’t torture but relief.

Living is the real ordeal, or you could say it’s forgiveness.

Living in pain and agony surpasses death, as the highest form of punishment.

Gu Jin raised her eyes, noticing a drop of blood unknown from whom had stained An Mingji’s chin.

This drop of blood added a touch of wicked charisma to his exquisite handsome face.

She raised her hand and gently wiped the blood from his chin with her sleeve.

"How careless," she said.

As Gu Jin’s hand was about to withdraw, An Mingji reached out and held her hand.

The fierceness in his eyes instantly turned gentle, becoming tender, as if infinite deep affection lay hidden within those dark eyes.

An Mingji lowered his gaze, fixing on the bloodstain on Gu Jin’s sleeve, his deep eyes darkened as his fingertips lightly touched the fabric stained with blood.

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