I'll Slaughter My Way to Immortality on the Bones of Betrayers - Chapter 6:

Chapter 6: This Slap Is Just the Beginning

“No!”

“Hengge is a mortal now. If he enters the Sword Prison, he’ll definitely die!”

“I’ll take him back to my cave to heal!”

Lu Sheng tried to pull Lu Hengge away. She was a Fusion Realm expert—surely she could find a way to restore Hengge’s Nascent Soul!

Lin Xing’s expression shifted, but he said nothing to stop her.

The Holy Son was already crippled. That alone was the harshest punishment for Lu Hengge.

Besides, Lu Sheng wasn’t wrong.

The Sword Prison was perilous. Ordinary disciples found it hard to withstand the sword energy within. Now that Lu Hengge was just a mortal, entering it meant certain death.

“This matter must not spread beyond these walls.”

“Whoever dares to speak of it—I’ll send them to the Sword Prison myself.”

Lin Xing swept his gaze around the grand hall.

Most of the disciples lowered their heads in fear, not daring to meet his eyes—except for Ye Feng, whose gaze remained calm and steady.

Seeing this, Lin Xing’s heart stirred. With Lu Hengge crippled, the position of Holy Son would soon be vacant, and the one most likely to take that place… was Ye Feng.

Talent was relative.

Compared to Lu Hengge, the rest of the disciples were insignificant.

But without Lu Hengge, the most gifted and fastest-cultivating disciple in the sect was undoubtedly Ye Feng, who had only recently joined.

At that thought, Lin Xing’s eyes flickered, as if contemplating something.

Ye Feng appeared calm on the surface, but deep down he was furious.

Lu Hengge was already crippled. Why was Lu Sheng still fussing over him?

Let him go to the Sword Prison!

Better if he died in there.

Although Ye Feng had already crossed Lu Hengge off his list of threats, nothing was more reassuring than a dead man. Only once Lu Hengge was dead could he fully secure the position of Holy Son in the Three Thousand Dao Sect.

Unconsciously, Ye Feng felt a bit of resentment toward Lu Sheng.

“The items from the system still aren’t good enough. I can’t fully influence Lu Sheng’s mind and emotions.” His eyes were cold. His points were too few, and he couldn’t exchange for better items from the system. For now, he could only nudge Lu Sheng’s thoughts gradually.

But Lu Sheng was a Fusion Realm expert. The influence was far too slow.

“Only by becoming the Holy Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect can I gain more points. I must become the Holy Son!” Ye Feng took a deep breath. Until he achieved it, he would endure.

He had a system.

He was Heaven’s Chosen.

A mere Lu Hengge was nothing but a stepping stone on his path to greatness.

Qiu Liu’s red lips were parted in shock. She still hadn’t recovered from witnessing Lu Hengge destroy his own Nascent Soul. She had never imagined the senior brother she admired would become a mere mortal.

Suddenly, a thought crossed Qiu Liu’s mind.

Now that Lu Hengge was a mortal, even weaker than her—did he still qualify to be her senior brother?

Among cultivators, feelings were naturally shallow.

That was the norm.

Qiu Liu’s gaze toward Lu Hengge instantly turned cold. A cripple had no right to be her senior brother.

The Three Thousand Dao Sect never lacked geniuses.

Qiu Liu considered herself decently talented. Coupled with her master’s favor and an endless supply of pills, it wouldn’t be long before Lu Hengge would be the one gazing up at her back.

Of course, Lu Hengge noticed everyone’s shift in attitude, but he didn’t care. The only thing that truly disgusted him now was Lu Sheng. Putting on the act of a loving master—who was she trying to fool?

Disgusting.

Shameless.

“Elder Lu, you and I are no longer master and disciple.” Lu Hengge took a step aside.

He used to think the floral scent on Lu Sheng was pleasant. Now, even the smell of chinaberry flowers was a hundred times better.

It wouldn’t be long now. If he remembered correctly, once he was locked in the Sword Prison, over the next hundred years, even that scent would disappear from Lu Sheng. She would reek of filth and decay, all thanks to Ye Feng.

Lu Sheng’s debauchery became increasingly open. Rumor had it she flirted shamelessly with Ye Feng in public, acting intimately without the slightest restraint.

It was widely known.

One could be certain that over those hundred years, Ye Feng and Lu Sheng had done everything imaginable.

The thought made Lu Hengge shiver. Disgusted, he stepped further away.

Seeing this, Lu Sheng’s heart ached even more.

In the past, Hengge loved to cling to her.

What had she done so wrong that made him so distant—so full of hatred?

“Hengge, we’re still master and disciple.”

“I’ll help you rebuild your Nascent Soul!”

She tried to take his hand, but Lu Hengge glanced toward Ye Feng, who stood not far away. “Ye Feng, your master wants to touch me—can you tolerate that?”

Now that Lu Hengge had no cultivation, he couldn’t avoid Lu Sheng’s touch.

But he had other ways to make her retreat in disgust.

Like Ye Feng, sitting right there.

Sure enough!

As soon as Lu Hengge said this, Ye Feng’s eyes flickered with venom. He had long seen Lu Sheng as his woman, and of course didn’t want to see her having any physical contact with another man. His mind spun quickly, and the next moment, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his aura weakening.

Lu Hengge was quite pleased.

This fake little green tea boy played the part well.

Qiu Liu immediately shouted in panic, “Master! Senior brother has fainted!”

In the next second, Lu Sheng no longer cared about Lu Hengge and flashed to Ye Feng’s side. Gently holding his wrist, she began transferring her spiritual Qi to him.

Lu Hengge calmly watched the scene unfold.

He didn’t know how Ye Feng had done it, but one thing was clear—within Lu Sheng’s heart, his worth didn’t come close to Ye Feng’s.

Over twenty years of history together, not worth a newly joined junior brother.

How ridiculous!

Lin Xing was also extremely displeased.

Ye Feng had only coughed up some blood—so what?

Lu Hengge had shattered his entire Nascent Soul…

Any goodwill Lin Xing had just developed toward Ye Feng instantly vanished.

A grown man fainting from spitting blood, acting more delicate than a woman—pathetic.

He looked toward Lu Hengge and, after a few seconds of hesitation, spoke in a rare soft tone, “I’ll report all of this truthfully to the sect master. Focus on your recovery. Let’s not mention the Sword Prison anymore.”

Lu Hengge frowned slightly.

That wouldn’t do.

If he didn’t go to the Sword Prison, how would he temper his sword-bone copper body and comprehend the essence of the sword heart?

More importantly, there was a sword in the prison he had to retrieve.

“Elder Lin, I destroyed my Nascent Soul to sever the master-disciple bond. It has nothing to do with my punishment.”

“If I’m not sent to the Sword Prison, how will the sect explain it to outsiders? How will the Three Thousand Dao Sect save face?”

Even if the Heavenly King himself showed up today—Lu Hengge would enter the Sword Prison.

Before Lin Xing could respond, the ‘unconscious’ Ye Feng woke up. Leaning against Lu Sheng’s chest, his eyes shimmered with tears.

“Senior brother, you mustn’t go! The Sword Prison is too dangerous, and you have no cultivation. How could you survive? If necessary, I’ll take your place and endure that punishment for you!”

Lu Sheng and Qiu Liu were filled with sorrow and tried to comfort Ye Feng.

“You’re injured too. You can’t go to the Sword Prison.”

“Focus on healing!”

Lu Sheng tenderly stroked Ye Feng’s cheek and pulled out a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from his lips.

Lu Hengge chuckled silently, then suddenly raised his hand and beckoned, “Junior brother, come here for a moment.”

Ye Feng froze.

What for?

Then he thought, Lu Hengge was already a cripple. What could he possibly do? Besides, so many people were watching—surely he wouldn’t dare do anything extreme.

Ye Feng pulled away from Lu Sheng and staggered toward Lu Hengge, his eyes still full of tears. “Senior brother…”

Before he finished—

SLAP!

A loud, crisp smack echoed.

Lu Hengge shook his stinging hand.

Damn!

This green tea’s face was way too thick—his own palm was aching after that slap.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Never had the chance.”

“Thanks for making it possible, junior brother.”

Lu Hengge grinned. His white teeth glinted with a biting chill.

Others could be killed later.

But Ye Feng… he would toy with him slowly.

In his previous life, Ye Feng had humiliated him so many times.

This time, Lu Hengge would make sure to pay it back—one humiliation at a time.