The Great Immortal of Love: All My Female Disciples Are Yandere
Chapter 282 - 112. Lingxue breaks into tears! Master is the Great Love Immortal! A grand reunion at Youluo Palace (10,000 words to make up for yesterday) _3

Chapter 282: 112. Lingxue breaks into tears! Master is the Great Love Immortal! A grand reunion at Youluo Palace (10,000 words to make up for yesterday) _3

Her beautiful yet heroic features became somewhat twisted, her expression filled with pain as she closed her eyes.

That cramped, corpse-filled, dark and terrifying gigantic iron cage!

It was her lifelong nightmare!

.....

That year....

She was not even eight years old.

This man locked her, skinny and small, in that iron cage like a caged hunting dog, and he released some low-level fierce beasts to share the cage with her!

To stay alive!

She could only use her childish martial skills and fight with these fierce beasts, eating their flesh, drinking their blood, living like a savage beast!

Thankfully.

After countless barehanded battles, covered in cuts and bruises, she survived till the very end!

"Master! Look! Lingxue did it! Lingxue will surely become your most capable left and right arm in the future! Please let Lingxue out, okay! Lingxue.... misses Xing’er and Ling Yin so much."

However, when she lifted her blood-smeared small face, squeezed out a smile, trying to please the man like a little puppy to gain his approval...

What awaited her...

Was an even more inhumane, crazed trial!

After letting her recuperate in the cage for half a year, and comprehending the general principles of Jiuyi Incineration Heaven Technique and some basics of Cangming Sword Art.

That ruthless, cold master actually sent a severely injured Righteous Path disciple from the Kunlun Dao Sect into the cage!

Moreover, he told the Righteous Path disciple in front of her that as long as he could kill her, he would regain his freedom!

The outcome was naturally self-evident.

To seek a chance of survival, so as not to become a sacrifice in the blood kitchen.

That Righteous Path disciple named "Xiao Yi" seemed to gather his spirits, seemed to be crazed, wielding a sword and attacking her, who was eight years old!

In her unrelenting struggle, after three days and nights.

That Xiao Yi only managed to inflict some minor flesh wounds on her, unable to put her to death!

And due to the prolonged stalemate.

The injuries on Xiao Yi’s body worsened even further.

Finally, in their last deadly battle.

Due to the opponent’s complacency, she found an opening and pierced his heart with a sword, completely ending this three-day life and death tug-of-war!

"Master! Lingxue did as you wished again! Killed this guy! Please, come and look at Lingxue!"

That day, Youluo Palace’s only direct disciple, the eight-year-old little Lingxue, pulled the sword from the man’s chest and wielded the bloodstained longsword, her expression crazed.

Finally.

The stone door on the third underground level of the blood kitchen was opened.

The tall, majestic demon shadow walked over once again.

Without paying any attention to her cries.

The man she called "Master" simply crouched down and examined Xiao Chen’s lifeless aura.

Then, right in front of her young eyes!

Using terrifying, cruel evil magic, he extracted Xiao Chen’s three souls and seven spirits, placing them into the Life-Soul Banner!

She gazed blankly as the man completed everything, and at eight years old, it seemed as though she matured overnight.

She didn’t cry or make a fuss anymore.

She simply asked calmly:

"Master....."

"Does Lingxue still have a chance?"

"Perhaps."

After giving this answer.

The man left the iron cage.

Just like before.

Once again, the man gave her three days to heal herself.

Incredibly.

This time, using the Primordial Breath Retraction Technique taught by that man, she only took two days to use a miraculous breathing method to heal all her flesh wounds!

But she knew.

Everything was just beginning.

The man’s torment on her — was far from over!

Sure enough.

On the fourth day.

Tap, tap, tap.

From outside the basement, footsteps that made her heart race were heard again.

The man appeared once more.

Unlike the previous times.

This time, he called over several Executors and escorted as many as a dozen Righteous Path disciples!

All were at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, below the Golden Core!

And, in similar fashion, he promised these Righteous Path disciples freedom, forcing them to battle her to the end!

There was no other choice.

She knew.

To survive, she could only continue fighting, until.... completing this perverse man’s every trial, earning his approval!

It was from this moment.

All affection and fantasies she had for the man called "Master" completely vanished.

Hatred began to grow within her heart.

And this hatred, like Jiuyi Karmic Fire, transformed her entirely, turning her into a powerful killing machine!

Because outside the man’s iron cage, the Demon Dispelling Curtain Cloth was draped.

Therefore, those inside the iron cage could not use True Yuan and mana but could only fight with their physical bodies!

This somewhat increased her chance of winning!

In the next five days.

The young her, through Gu Path, hidden weaponry, ambushes, and even.... verbal deception and incitement, caused this group of Righteous Path disciples to fall into infighting!

Finally.

She broke them each down!

In the dark, like livestock waiting to be slaughtered, they were mercilessly hunted by her!

She would never forget the final scene.

With her eyes accustomed to darkness, she accurately pierced the heart of the last disciple.

Her eyelids felt a scorching pain unlike anything before!

The curtain around the iron cage was lifted!

The man slowly walked towards her, a comforting smile on his lips: "Lingxue, you’ve done it, such as you are, you have the qualification to be Qingling Demon Sovereign’s foremost disciple."

Following that.

The man flicked his fingers.

Bang.

With the iron cage torn open by a terrible force.

She realized that she was free.

The heart, having endured more than a year of torment, once frozen and cold, gradually began to burn intensely like fire.