Chapter 7

Yuejiang City, Zhao Family Villa District.

The night was as dark as ink, and the streetlights were just coming on. The Zhao family's private estate, covering hundreds of acres, was brightly lit, with dozens of security personnel patrolling with guns, and a squad of special ability users stationed around the perimeter—although Zhao Wenhao was only a mid-stage fourth-tier B-level special ability user, he had made his fortune by reselling beast rift resources in his early years, controlling half of Yuejiang City's economy, and ordinary people dared not provoke him.

A dilapidated taxi slowly stopped a hundred meters outside the estate. The door opened, and the first to get out was a red-haired girl wearing the uniform of Yuejiang No. 1 Middle School—it was the young lady of this place, Zhao Leyun.

She took a deep breath and looked back at "Emily Marlene" who got out of the car after her—the current owner of this body, Yao Qing.

Yao Qing was still wearing that high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the hem fluttering slightly in the night breeze. Her silver hair, styled in double buns, gleamed with a pale purple light under the streetlights. She was barefoot, yet not a speck of dust touched her feet. Her pale purple eyes swept over the high walls of the manor, a playful smile curving her lips.

“Sister Yao Qing… are we really going to just ‘charge’ in?” Zhao Leyun’s voice trembled, her hands gripping the hem of her dress tightly. “Zhao Wenhao keeps two fifth-tier ability users as bodyguards at home, and he’s also in contact with people from the Extraordinary Ones Association…”

“Fifth-tier?” Yao Qing chuckled, her voice clear and melodious like jade beads falling onto a plate. “In my eyes, they’re not even ants. If it really comes down to a fight to the ****, given the spiritual strength of creatures in this world, even five ninth-tier experts couldn’t do anything to me—let’s go, tonight you’ll personally finish off this beast.”

She pointed, and the surveillance cameras around the manor instantly malfunctioned. The elemental energy warning array on the high walls was crushed like paper by invisible spiritual power.

The two walked casually to the iron gate of the manor. Before the two third-tier security guards could even ask them anything, Yao Qing used her Void Refinement Realm spiritual power, far surpassing that of a ninth-tier expert in this world, to suppress them ****.

"I might as well knock out everyone in the manor who might be in the way, so I don't accidentally hurt innocent people."

No sooner said than done, the instant the thought arose, Yao Qing's divine sense had already covered the entire manor area.

In a single thought, everything living within the entire manor and even the surrounding tens of kilometers instantly lost consciousness—except for Zhao Wenhao, who was inside the villa, pinning a petite little girl down, still thrusting his stinking, fat penis into her vagina despite her unconsciousness.

Zhao Leyun blinked, feeling a little strange—the surroundings, which had just been filled with the sounds of various insects and animals, had suddenly become quiet. Clearly, she hadn't yet realized the terror of the "older sister" before her.

...

On the third floor of the main house, in Zhao Wenhao's private room, a dim yellow wall lamp cast an ambiguous light, the air thick with the scent of musk and the lingering sobs of a young girl.

Zhao Wenhao's greasy, obese face was contorted with pleasure, his heavy breathing echoing in the room.

"Hehe... little darling, don't play dead, I haven't had enough yet..." he said, grabbing the slender legs of the blonde loli, who looked to be only ten years old, and flipping her over, arranging her in a kneeling position like a rag doll. His massive body pressed down on her, his penis brutally thrusting into her already bloodied and mangled vagina once more.

The loli's pupils were unfocused; she had already fainted—she was a "top-quality" item Zhao Wenhao had bought from the black market a few days ago, heavily ****, already delirious, and now, under Zhao Wenhao's torment, she was barely breathing.

But Zhao Wenhao didn't care; he only liked this feeling of "not being able to resist."

Just as he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation and his hips were thrusting wildly, a sudden, inexplicable chill ran down his spine. He opened his eyes to find the room lights eerily off, leaving only moonlight streaming in from the window, illuminating a figure standing by the bedside.

"Who?!" Zhao Wenhao shuddered in shock, his lower body nearly giving way. He abruptly pulled out his penis, grabbed the pistol from the bedside table, and activated his superpower—"Rock Armor."

Soon, a layer of grayish-brown rock covered his entire body.

But the next second, when he saw who it was, he froze.

Standing by the bed was his own daughter, Zhao Leyun, whom he had repeatedly harassed and attempted to **** but failed to achieve, and a stunningly beautiful girl with silver hair and purple eyes, wearing a strange long dress.

The girl was barefoot, her aura ethereal and otherworldly, yet she exuded a suffocating pressure, as if the world itself paled in comparison to her.

"Leyun? Why are you back? Dad was just about to send someone out to look for you… You, why did you bring a classmate back?!" Zhao Wenhao's voice trembled. He didn't recognize the "Emily" before him, but instinctively sensed the approaching ****.

Zhao Leyun didn't answer, only staring intently at the dying young girl on the bed, her pupils beneath her red hair contracting violently, her hands clenched until her knuckles turned white.

Yao Qing glanced at Zhao Wenhao indifferently, instantly reading his memories: "Zhao Wenhao, forty-three years old, vice president of the Yuejiang City Chamber of Commerce. On the surface, he's a successful businessman, but secretly he made his fortune by reselling beast resources and human trafficking. In the past fifteen years, he has violated over two hundred young girls, seventy-one of whom were played to **** and then handed over to alien traders in the underground black market... Tsk, truly a heinous crime. If I were an evil cultivator, I would definitely imprison your soul in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and **** you for a while."

She raised her hand and flicked it lightly, a wisp of purple spiritual light entering the golden-haired loli's brow. The young girl, who had been on the verge of ****, slowly opened her eyes. Her wounds healed at a visible speed, even the lacerations in her genitals returned to normal, but her eyes remained empty.

“Sister Yaoqing…” Zhao Leyun’s voice trembled, yet carried an unprecedented firmness, “Could you let her leave first? I don’t want her to see what’s coming.”

Yaoqing nodded, flicking her finger. A soft spiritual light enveloped the little girl, instantly teleporting her out of the manor and landing her at the gate of an orphanage a hundred miles away. At the same time, she erased all memories of this place, leaving only a warm dream.

After doing this, Yaoqing looked at Zhao Wenhao, her voice suddenly turning cold: “Your turn.”

Zhao Wenhao finally reacted, his rock armor instantly thickening to half a meter, while roaring as he launched his strongest attack—

“Ground-Splitting Thrust!”

The ground exploded, and dozens of rock spears pierced towards Yaoqing from all directions. Yaoqing didn’t even lift her eyelids, simply blowing a breath, and all the rock spears crumbled inch by inch within three inches of her, turning into dust.

“Impossible…” Zhao Wenhao’s pupils shrank, and he turned to run away, but found that his legs wouldn’t obey him—an invisible pressure pinned him to the spot, even his soul trembled.

Zhao Leyun slowly stepped forward, cursing each word clearly: "Zhao Wenhao... no, Zhao, beast. Do you remember when I was twelve, you got drunk and sneaked into my room, saying, 'Dad just wanted to see if Leyun had grown up yet'? From that day on, I had nightmares every night... but I dared not tell, because you told me that if I did, the entire Zhao family would be destroyed because of me."

She drew closer, her eyes glistening with tears, but not a single drop fell: "Today, I will destroy it with my own hands."

Zhao Wenhao finally panicked, kneeling down with a thud, his armor shattering on the ground: "Leyun! Dad was wrong! Dad is a beast! If you let me go, all the Zhao family's property is yours! I can even buy you more beautiful clothes and bags..."

"Too late!"

Zhao Leyun's spiritual energy surged, a layer of crimson sand slowly appearing and forming sharp spikes on her fingertips. Then, she clenched her fingers into claws and thrust them towards Zhao Wenhao's chest—on the way here, Yao Qing had used some methods to guide the spiritual energy within her body, awakening her special ability, "Blood Sand."

The blood sand spikes pierced Zhao Wenhao's chest with precision, like a scorpion's tail. With this strike, his body was torn apart like tofu, blood spurting out. Zhao Wenhao's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the "daughter" who had once been so submissive to him.

"Le...Yun...you..."

His words trailed off. Zhao Leyun's hand plunged into his chest cavity, her fingers clenching tightly, her heart instantly enveloped and crushed by the blood sand. Zhao Wenhao's obese body convulsed violently a few times, his pupils rapidly dilating, filled with endless fear and regret, before he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Blood splattered all over Zhao Leyun's face, but she didn't flinch. She simply stared at the gradually cooling corpse, her shoulders trembling slightly. After a long while, she slowly withdrew her hand, the blood and sand sliding from her fingertips and reintegrating into her skin.

Her voice was almost inaudible, carrying an unprecedented sense of relief: "Finally... it's over."

Yao Qing stood aside, ending her suppression of Zhao Wenhao. Before her eyes, another ball of golden light, even larger than before, rose from the top of Zhao Leyun's head, actively entering her brow. This time, the merit was more than double that of the previous one, enough for her to convert a great deal of spiritual energy.

"This girl is indeed a treasure trove of merit," Yao Qing thought to herself, but didn't show it. She stepped forward and gently patted Zhao Leyun's shoulder: "Well done, **** is a must!"

Zhao Leyun turned around, suddenly hugged Yao Qing's waist, buried her face in her soft bosom, and cried like a child: "Sister Yao Qing, thank you... thank you so much... without you, I'm afraid I would never have been able to escape the shadow he cast on me..."

Yao Qing stiffened from the hug, a blush appearing on her usually calm face, and her legs involuntarily tightened.

She smiled helplessly and gently stroked the other's head: "Why are you crying, little girl? I told you—when you're going to help, help to the end. Let's talk about how you're going to deal with this mess at the Zhao family's place."

Zhao Leyun wiped away her tears, her arms still wrapped around Yao Qing's slender waist. She looked up and said, "My life was saved by you, sister, and you helped me avenge my family. If you don't mind..."

She hesitated, turning her head away shyly, her toes clicking on the ground.

Yao Qing tilted her head, as if she knew what the little girl was about to say: "Just say what you want to say."

"If you don't mind, sister, I, along with the entire Zhao family, can become your...your...possession❤..."

After saying this, Zhao Leyun's face was completely red. She buried her face in Yao Qing's chest again, swaying shyly from side to side, making her breasts bounce.