The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Chapter 1053: This ordeal is too cruel. Four strong women led Xin Ziqi into a room, untied her ropes, and then began to strip her clothes off.

Xin Ziqi was both shocked and furious, and fought back fiercely.

These four women were the guards of the women's prison; they were all fierce and strong women whose strength was no less than that of men.

One of them slapped Xin Ziqi across the face, instantly stunning her.

She never imagined that after becoming a god-emperor, she would be slapped by a mortal woman.

While she was still in a daze, the men quickly stripped her of all her clothes, leaving her completely naked except for her bra and panties.

If it weren't for the order from the official Jing to only keep their undergarments, they would have taken even the bra and panties.

After all, this was the first time they had ever seen such soft and exquisite bras and panties.

After her outer robe, inner garment, long-sleeved skirt, and trousers were all stripped off, these people dressed her in the worst coarse linen clothes.

Xin Ziqi was manipulated by them like a puppet, but his heart was in turmoil.

Should they stay and endure the humiliation for the remaining three years, or should they immediately seek death and leave?

But she was, after all, a great cultivator who had lived for tens of thousands of years. Although the feeling of falling from grace was unpleasant, she quickly realized that everything they were experiencing now was the meaning of their mission.

At their level, no one is a fool. Every mandatory task arranged by the Divine Palace may not seem to have requirements for the outcome, but each task certainly has its own profound meaning.

Not completing it won't have any bad consequences, but completing it well will definitely bring unexpected benefits.

So what is this little humiliation?

If she doesn't even have this much self-control and can't accept this kind of humiliation, then there's really something wrong with her mindset.

Having figured everything out, Xin Ziqi let these people take away the magical hairpin that he used to tie his hair, and replaced it with a hairpin made of thorns.

She was then shackled and locked in a dark, damp cell that smelled musty.

While she was enduring all this, the second person to be interrogated was Fatty Wang.

He was treated the same as Xin Ziqi; soldiers struck his knees with spears, causing him to fall to the ground in pain.

Suppressing his excitement, Jing Huai patiently asked again about Fatty Wang's identity.

Fatty Wang naturally replied that he was from the Sun Tribe.

Seeing that the man hadn't revealed any special identity, Jing Huai was completely relieved.

Then with a wave of his hand, he was also taken away and his clothes began to be stripped off.

Fatty Wang resisted desperately and was slapped several times.

Feeling deeply humiliated, Fatty Wang resisted even more fiercely, cursing, "You bunch of mortals, once I get out of here, I'll make sure your souls are scattered and your ashes are reduced to dust!"

But these jailers were the most ruthless; they wouldn't tolerate a criminal who had been stripped and imprisoned on the orders of his superiors daring to argue with them.

So Fatty Wang got a severe beating.

By the time he was dressed in the roughest hemp clothes and thrown into a dark, foul-smelling cell, he had been beaten to the point of near death.

Because he was beaten so badly, they didn't even put shackles on him.

Instead of interrogating them one by one, Jing Huai stepped forward and asked the remaining people, "Are you all from the Sun Tribe?"

Everyone nodded.

A satisfied smile appeared on Jing Huai's lips.

He ordered his men to bring people in one by one, strip them of their clothes, remove their headdresses, change them into coarse linen clothes, and throw them into the prison cells.

The three young women in the group, Xiao Han and Qingwei Yaoguang, had lost 10 to 20 pounds each after three months of wilderness survival, and their skin had darkened several shades due to the wind and sun.

Therefore, when Jinghuai glanced at them, he did not have any intention of sending them to be dancers.

If he becomes a dancer and catches the eye of a nobleman, and that nobleman turns against him with his backing, he'll be in trouble.

He sent them all to be slaves, so that they would have no chance to rise up and could continue to create value for him.

People were taken in one by one, stripped of their clothes, changed into new clothes, and had their ankles shackled.

Their team consists of seven female cultivators and eight male cultivators.

However, with both Chen Xiushi and Liu Pozi returning to the God Realm, there are now six female cultivators and seven male cultivators remaining.

Xiao Han was the third female cultivator to be directed inside.

Ling Xiao hadn't been called in yet when he saw Xiao Han being led inside, and the people who went in hadn't come out yet. He couldn't help but call out worriedly, "Xiao Han, be careful."

Xiao Han smiled at him, then advised him, "A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; don't force things."

After he finished speaking, he was escorted inside by impatient soldiers.

She saw two burly women with fierce and indifferent expressions holding down her arms and shoulders, while the other untied the rope binding her wrists and began to undress her.

Xiao Han did not struggle at all.

Since resistance is futile, why suffer any more?

The four female jailers looked at her with surprise at how cooperative she was.

After all, the two previous criminals were both quite dishonest.

When she was put in shackles and pushed into the cell, she saw Qingwei, who was beaten black and blue and had a dazed look in her eyes, and Xin Ziqi, who was gently comforting her.

Qingwei knew a little martial arts, so he resisted more fiercely, and in the end, he was suppressed the most severely.

When Xin Ziqi saw Xiao Han enter unharmed, with no handprints or signs of being beaten on her face, he laughed with a hint of self-deprecation, "We God Emperor Realm cultivators are not as insightful as you, a True God Realm cultivator."

Xiao Han understood what she meant and chuckled awkwardly, "I recently completed a mission and spent a hundred years in the mortal world. I know how these people behave. Since you don't want to leave this space, you should naturally keep a calm mindset."

Xin Ziqi sighed, "It's easy to say, but which of us isn't a high-ranking cultivator in the God Realm? Even if we understand this principle, we still subconsciously find it hard to accept and subconsciously want to resist."

Sigh! Now I understand why the Divine Palace insisted we do this mission; there's definitely something wrong with our mindset.

After saying that, he glanced at Qingwei and said, "Do you understand? If you still feel aggrieved, then end your own life and leave."

Qingwei was able to cultivate to the level of a God Emperor, so how could his comprehension be low?

Knowing something is one thing, but being able to do it is another.

She closed her eyes and began to think about what she should do next.

Xiao Han and Xin Ziqi chatted for a while longer, and then a middle-aged female cultivator surnamed Bai, who had also been beaten, was brought in.

She was taken aback when she saw that Xiao Han and Xin Ziqi had calm expressions. Suddenly, she realized that her own state of mind was still not perfect.

Once she understood, the anger on her face dissipated, and she sat down on the haystack.

Soon, Yao Guang and two other middle-aged female cultivators with very low profiles were also escorted in.

Of the three, apart from one female cultivator surnamed Jiang who, like Xiao Han, was sensible and wasn't beaten, the others who instinctively resisted were all beaten to varying degrees.

Everyone sat on the haystack, feeling quite uneasy.

These dignified God Emperors are now dressed in rough hemp clothes that scratch their skin, with their hair tied up with wooden sticks, and they've been beaten black and blue.

If this had been said before they entered this space, they would never have believed it, not even if you beat them to death, that they would suffer such a fate.

Most importantly, no one knows what other hardships await them.