The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 269 - 267: The Wicked Have Their Own Tormentors

Chapter 269: Chapter 267: The Wicked Have Their Own Tormentors

"No! Let me go, don’t touch me!"

"Please let me go, I can get my parents to give you money!"

"Wuwuwu, Mom! I want my mom!"

"Quiet! Keep making noise and I’ll kill you!"

The human traffickers separated the people and locked them up, with two younger children receiving better treatment and not being beaten, as they were to be sold to someone else as their children.

However, the older teens and young girls were not so lucky.

The men punched and kicked them, pushed the girls to the ground, and attempted to assault them.

In an instant, the courtyard was filled with screams and cries.

If it hadn’t been for Qin Zhao and Chu Yan stumbling upon this place, no one would have known about these appalling events occurring deep in the mountains!

Just as Qin Zhao was about to intervene, he realized a black fog had enveloped the entire house.

The fog swept in quickly, engulfing the traffickers. Gradually, the mist solidified into black ropes, binding the traffickers tightly.

"What is this?!"

"Ah! A ghost! Stay away!"

"Where did this rope come from? There are really ghosts! Ah!"

Above the courtyard, a black skull appeared in the sky.

The skull let out a cold laugh and said sinisterly, "I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. It’s good you’ve come back!"

As his words ended, the black fog dragged a figure down from the sky, carrying the aura of a Tree Spirit; it was the person the Banyan Tree Spirit had mentioned.

He seemed to be a teenage boy, but his face and hands bore extensive burn scars, making his features appear quite fearsome.

The boy waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew the door open.

Inside the room was a large iron pot, which he ignited with a Spell. It seemed to contain something, as it soon started bubbling.

The boy dragged a man on the ground into that room.

"You little bastard? What are you doing? Let me go!"

The man struggled forcefully, but he couldn’t break free from the ropes binding him.

He recognized the boy’s identity; he was one of the children they had kidnapped earlier.

They had intended to teach him to steal, but failing to learn, they had poured hot oil over the boy.

Stealing required quick hands, so they had prepared an iron pot with oil, tossing soap into it and having the children retrieve the soap before it melted.

This training method was already immensely cruel.

If they still failed to learn, they would suffer even more severe abuse. Some children were dismembered by the traffickers, disguised as disabled individuals, and forced to beg.

Later, the man went out to kidnap more people. The village called, saying the boy had finally learned to steal but had seized the opportunity to escape.

"Damn! Little shit! You dare to do this to me, just wait! I’ll kill you sooner or later!"

The man continued shouting abuse at the boy, but he remained indifferent, his face expressionless. The boy, possessing extraordinary strength, picked up the man and threw him into the hot oil!

"Ah!"

The man’s screams pierced the sky, accompanied by the sound of frying. Those outside heard it and felt their scalps tingle.

"Spare us! We were wrong before, let us go! I’ll kneel and kowtow to you, do anything, just please let us go! We beg you."

The boy turned and walked out, while those people, fearing they might be the next ones in the oil pot, frantically apologized and knelt down, begging for his forgiveness.

On his disfigured face, a sinister smile stretched.

He turned his eyes to those terror-stricken victims, "What are you dazing off for? They can’t even move right now, but this is your perfect chance for revenge."

The victims stared at him blankly.

The young man enticingly said, "Throw them all into the cauldron."

These people didn’t dare to do so, even though the traffickers were tied up; they thought the youth was a demon too, as the man’s screams made their legs weak.

Their cowardly behavior, trembling together, made the youth snort coldly.

"A bunch of useless trash, living is just a waste of resources!"

With a wave of the young man’s hand, the traffickers all flew up from the ground and were thrown into the cauldron.

The cauldron was packed with people, and much oil spilled out. However, the flames outside grew fiercer and showed no signs of extinguishing; the intermittent screams echoed.

As for those who had been kidnapped, the young man had no intention of letting them go.

He just wouldn’t let them die painfully.

Just as the youth was about to take action, a golden light shield suddenly appeared beside these people, blocking his attacks.

"Who?" He flashed a look of caution and scanned his surroundings.

The Spiritual Power emanating from his body dispelled the Invisibility Talisman’s effect, revealing Qin Zhao and Chu Yan before him.

"So that’s how those corpses came to be."

Qin Zhao looked at him coldly, "Traffickers indeed deserve death, but you shouldn’t slaughter the innocent."

"Slaughter the innocent? Hahaha."

The youth laughed wildly, looking at Qin Zhao sarcastically, "What is innocent? Being turned into this, am I not innocent? What do you know? It’s easy to talk when you’re not the one suffering!"

A black mist forming a skull opened its giant maw and began attacking Qin Zhao. The skull exhaled bursts of crimson resentful energy, mixed with the wails of ghosts.

With the Tree Spirit, the youth had cultivated an Evil Technique he’d stumbled upon. Not only had he killed all the traffickers in the village, but he had also slain the victims and refined their souls.

"These people don’t even dare to fight back, what’s the point of living? They’ll just be deceived again, better I send them to their deliverance! They should be thanking me!"

"You’ve truly become consumed by madness."

Qin Zhao looked at the youth regretfully, not holding back.

With a simple flick of her Longsword, she scattered the skull and severely injured the youth.

"Hand over the Tree Spirit!"

"Impossible! It’s mine!"

The young man, suspended in the air, was struck down by Qin Zhao, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He glared hatefully at Qin Zhao, not expecting her to come for the Tree Spirit.

It seemed, she had discovered the matter of the Banyan Tree Spirit.

Hatred had long clouded the youth’s mind.

He neither thanked the Banyan Tree Spirit that saved him nor did he just steal the Tree Spirit; he also planned to refine the Banyan Tree Spirit into a Demon Tree. To become powerful, he would do anything!

Seeing him try to flee, Qin Zhao chased after him on her Flying Sword.

The Spiritual Power in her hands transformed into a long whip and lashed across the youth’s back, causing him to fall from the sky.

"Want the Tree Spirit? Maybe in your next life!" The youth hurled something at her, which exploded in mid-air.

A gray smoke instantly spread, blocking Qin Zhao’s view, and the youth was gone.

"Zhaozhao!"

Chu Yan’s voice came from the courtyard, filled with a touch of urgency. Qin Zhao immediately hurried back, only to find a mass of black mist enveloping Chu Yan, whisking him towards the horizon.

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