47: Chapter 47: How about a Pure Yang Pill as a reward?

Hearing the sudden voice, Pockmark and the thin monkey, who had been immersed in their depraved revelry, stiffened as if they had been electrocuted.

The voice was not loud, but it carried a suffocating sense of deathly oppression, instantly draining the air from the alley.

The two of them, like rusted puppets, stiffly turned their heads and looked in the direction the voice came from.

At the dark alley entrance, the cold moonlight slanted down, outlining a tall figure like an Asura.

The newcomer had his hands casually behind his back, wearing a black uniform woven from first-grade spirit silkworm silk mixed with black fire cotton.

Hanging from his waist was a black iron token emitting a cold metallic luster, and at his long hand was a hundred-refined steel saber, even its scabbard exuding a chilling murderous intent!

"G-Guard... Lord Guard?!"

The sinister smile on Pockmark's face froze instantly, his pupils contracted violently, and his voice sounded as if it had been strangled by a pair of invisible hands, turning into an off-key scream.

"Thump! Thump!"

There was not the slightest hesitation, not even a half-second pause.

The two Level 6 old scoundrels who had just been arrogant and clamoring to teach Su Aili a lesson, seemed to have all the bones drained from their bodies in an instant, their knees slamming heavily into the dirty, foul-smelling mud.

"C-Captain... Qin Feng... Lord Qin!!!"

Pockmark was so terrified that his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and a foul, pungent stench from his crotch mixed with the sour, rotten smell of the mud began to permeate the air.

He frantically knocked his head against the ground, the "bang, bang, bang" sound echoing in the deathly silent alley, and in the blink of an eye, his forehead was bloody and mangled.

"Grandpa Qin, spare our lives! We were blind as dogs. If we had known she was someone from your courtyard, even if you gave us ten thousand guts, we wouldn't have dared to touch a single hair on her head..."

The thin monkey was even more terrified, his tears and snot flowing, shaking like a sieve, even throwing the hemp rope in his hand far away, lying in the mud, not daring to breathe, only left with desperate begging:

"Lord... please just let us go like a fart... We didn't even touch her! Please have mercy..."

Facing the hysterical kowtowing and begging of the two hooligans, Qin Feng did not even lift an eyelid.

He only strode forward with his long legs, making crisp "tap, tap" sounds, walking step by step to the front of the three.

Without looking at the two lying on the ground like dead dogs, Qin Feng's condescending gaze fell coldly on Su Aili, who was shivering in the mud puddle.

At this moment, where was there any trace of the high-mindedness and arrogance of the former Young Miss of the Servant District in Su Aili?

Her hair was messy and stuck to her pale cheeks, her eye sockets were red and swollen, and her lips were bitten bloody by herself.

Looking at Qin Feng, who had descended like a Heavenly God, her eyes were filled with the relief of surviving a disaster...

Qin Feng expressionlessly raised his right foot, and the tip of his black boot unceremoniously kicked Su Aili's mud-stained arm.

The action was rough, without the slightest intention of cherishing the fairer sex.

"Now, do you understand?"

Qin Feng's voice was flat, but like a sharp knife, it cruelly cut open the last fig leaf in Su Aili's heart,

"Your Level 5 Mortal cultivation that you are so proud of, your high-minded backbone of refusing to eat soft rice even unto death, in this pitch-black alley, can it save your life? Can it protect your chastity?"

Su Aili trembled violently, her tears gushing out like a broken dam, mixing with the mud on her face, bitter to the extreme.

She wanted to retort, but it felt like a handful of glass shards were stuffed in her throat, and she could not make any sound.

The cruel reality had already given her the loudest slap in the face. If Qin Feng had not appeared tonight, she would not only have been wantonly tortured by these two scumbags, but even sold as cargo in exchange for blood-qi pills.

Those survival methods she once despised and thought were lowly, turned out to be the only way to live in the Servant District!

"I... I understand..."

Su Aili slowly lowered her arrogant head, her voice so hoarse it was almost imperceptible, carrying deep humiliation,

She gritted her teeth and said: "I... I am willing to return to Courtyard No. 77... I was wrong..."

Hearing this, the corners of Qin Feng's mouth curled into a cold sarcasm.

"Stop."

He interrupted mercilessly, his voice filled with coldness, "Do you think that just because you want to go back, I must take you?"

Boom—

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, smashing hard against Su Aili's already shattered heart.

She suddenly raised her head, looking at the man in front of her who was cold to the extreme in disbelief, her eyes filled with unprecedented panic.

"Courtyard No. 77 is not a shelter, and it is certainly not an inn where you can come and go as you please."

Qin Feng bent down slightly, his deep eyes staring intently at Su Aili's mud-stained face, and said word by word,

"Besides throwing Young Miss tantrums and pointing at my nose and yelling, what else can you do? If you go back now, can you kill for me, or can you farm for me? What use do I have for a useless person who only knows how to give me attitude?"

Fear, true fear, exploded in the depths of Su Aili's heart.

She suddenly realized that she had nothing left, and if Qin Feng turned and left now, the outcome would be unimaginable...

The instinct to survive completely defeated her so-called ridiculous dignity at this moment.

Without much hesitation, Su Aili, as if grabbing the last straw, lunged forward.

She did not care about the filth of the mud, hugging Qin Feng's black leather boots tightly, pressing her once-arrogant cheek against the cold leather, and cried out hysterically:

"Please, Master, take this servant in, I beg you!"

"This servant will never dare to have a temper again. This servant is willing to do anything for Master, washing clothes, cooking, serving tea and water... As long as Master commands, I am willing to do anything!"

"Please don't leave me behind... I don't want to die here... I beg you..."

Listening to the girl at his feet begging while abandoning all dignity, and watching her refer to herself as "this servant" in the most humble posture, a trace of imperceptible satisfaction finally flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

What he wanted was complete destruction and reconstruction.

Only by completely breaking the spine of the arrogant can they become a truly obedient and qualified servant who knows how to read the room.

Just at this moment, in Qin Feng's mind, a long-lost and wonderful mechanical prompt sound rang out without warning.

[Ding! Detected suitable target for help, Su Aili.]

[System mission released: Help the target return to Courtyard No. 77.]

[Mission reward: First-grade top-quality Medicinal Pill, pure yang pill.]

[Note: The pure yang pill is an extremely fierce Medicinal Pill, capable of significantly increasing the host's Physical Body strength and blood-qi limit! It is safer to take it with ice spirit grass, and the effect is better after neutralizing the medicinal properties.]