The cheat system is useless, but I have the strongest living dad.

In the dimly lit cave, several yellow Lingbao lamps were lit.

The cave was not large, and could probably only accommodate ten cultivators standing side by side.

The walls of the cave were covered with large patches of skin-like material of varying lengths.

Inside the cave, there was a large pot, and next to the pot was a long table, which was also covered with strips of leather-like material of varying lengths.

Above the pot, a bloodied and mangled male cultivator hung, with no skin left on his hands, feet, and face.

The male cultivator was still alive, occasionally twitching.

Wang Huan, Bao Zhen, and Qiu Qiu were also hung in the underground cave.

The three of them were dizzy and had no idea where they had been taken.

A wicked cultivator stood before them with a strange expression, one corner of his mouth raised in a smile, while the other corner turned down.

The evil cultivator circled the three of them, carefully observing his prey.

The evil cultivator's gaze fell on the petite Wang Huan.

The evil cultivator used his spiritual power to remove Wang Huan's clothes, stroked his skin, and revealed a satisfied expression.

The fire at the bottom of the pot was blazing, and some liquid being boiled inside emitted a pungent, fishy smell, bubbling and churning.

The evil cultivator took out a branding iron that had been heated red-hot in the fire and pressed it directly against Wang Huan's genitals...

"Ah!!!" Wang Huan screamed awake in agony, looking at the charred area on his body, and cried out in excruciating pain, "Ah...ah..."

The evil cultivator's face fell as a spiritual blade flew into Wang Huan's mouth, severing his tongue.

Wang Huan could only make painful, guttural sounds, looking at the evil cultivator before him with sorrow and despair: "Uh...uh uh..."

Wang Huan's noise woke Bao Zhen and Qiu Qiu. Bao Zhen exclaimed, "Ah..."

"Whoosh." A spiritual blade sliced ​​off Baozhen's tongue.

Baozhen, like Wang Huan, could only painfully utter sounds through her throat: "Uh...uh uh..."

Qiuqiu bit her cheeks tightly, trying hard to suppress her fear and prevent herself from screaming.

The evil cultivator looked at Qiuqiu with appreciation, nodded in approval, and said in a hoarse voice as if he had been smoked by charcoal fire: "You're pretty good. After I tear him apart, I'll tear you apart."

Qiuqiu was so frightened that she trembled all over, her wide eyes filled with tears.

The evil cultivator glanced at the pot of boiling viscous liquid and said to the bloodied and mangled male cultivator hanging from it, "It's ready. You can die now."

The evil cultivator dug out the male cultivator's soul core and stuffed it into his own mouth.

The rope slowly lowered, immersing the male cultivator in the pot. He quickly turned into blood, which mixed with the viscous liquid in the pot.

Wang Huan, Bao Zhen, and Qiu Qiu all felt utterly hopeless. The male cultivator who had just been submerged in the pot was clearly He Lang!

The evil cultivator picked up a brush, dipped it in the viscous liquid from the pot, and brushed it onto the strips of leather torn from the table. He then pasted each strip of He Lang's skin onto the empty spaces on the wall.

After he finished pasting it, he turned back to look at Wang Huan and gave a silent, chilling smile.

Wang Huan was hung above the pot.

The evil cultivator floated in the air, stroking his skin, touching it, smelling it...

After touching his entire body, the evil cultivator released his spiritual blade and made cuts around Wang Huan's ankles.

He began to peel away Wang Huan's skin.

He used his long, sharp fingernails to dig into the flesh of Wang Huan's ankle and pulled upwards forcefully...

"Hiss... hiss..."

Ah! The pleasure of flesh tearing apart!

"Bah..."

What a beautiful and melodious sound!

He tore off a strip, cleaned and dried it with magic, and then placed it on the table with his spiritual power...

Wang Huan's legs were quickly reduced to a bloody mess...

Wang Huan writhed violently in pain, constantly emitting painful gurgling sounds from his throat.

The evil cultivator slapped him twice: "Quiet down!"

Wang Huan couldn't help but twist and scream in agony.

"Pfft." The evil cultivator used his long fingernails to pry open Wang Huan's Adam's apple, and Wang Huan was finally unable to make a sound.

Wang Huan's body was twisted and stiff; the combined psychological and physical pain rendered him unable to move.

"His..."

The evil cultivator tore off the skin from Wang Huan's waist. He looked very angry and dissatisfied: "Hmm... this wasn't torn properly."

He glanced at the strip of skin with disdain, swallowed it whole, and then carefully tore off a piece...

The tearing sound continued, and the evil cultivator became more and more intoxicated by it. When it was being torn apart, he couldn't help but sway his body, wanting to dance to the sound.

"Look! This one is beautiful!" The evil cultivator was overjoyed. He had torn off a very satisfactory strip and couldn't help but want to share it!

He carried the leather and flew to Baozhen and Qiuqiu, showing it to them with a joyful expression.

Qiuqiu bit her cheek until it bled.

The evil cultivator pulled at the skin and coaxed Qiuqiu, "Your tongue is still there, right? Lick it, just one lick."

Qiuqiu looked at the bloody leather strap, which still had many torn pieces of flesh on it.

He suppressed his disgust and fear, and with trembling hands stuck out his tongue and licked it.

"Hahahahahaha..." The evil cultivator flew back to the pot with great satisfaction: "You know your stuff! You know your stuff! I'll definitely tear you apart later!"

……

Ning Yuan's exploration techniques searched the entire mountainside, probing inch by inch into the mountain...

"Found them!" Ning Yuan opened his eyes, stopped the seal, and stood up: "The aura indicates it's an evil saint, along with Qiu Qiu and the other two. They're in the cave. Follow me!"

Ning Yuan led Gou Yue, Feng Yu, and Shen Yao to a rock wall halfway up the mountain.

Shen Yao: "Where's the cave?"

Feng Yu touched the stone wall: "There must be an illusion spell set up."

Feng Yu formed a hand seal towards the stone wall, drawing a rune. The rune struck the stone wall, revealing a blood-red pattern. As Feng Yu uttered the word "break," the stone shattered.

The stone wall disappeared, and a cave appeared before us.

Feng Yu released the fire spirit to illuminate the cave, Ning Yuan entered first, Feng Yu protected Shen Yao as she entered, and Gou Yue followed last.

The cave was filled with a heavy, eerie atmosphere. Inside, there was a tunnel with damp, sticky walls, from which an unknown liquid occasionally seeped out.

They concealed their presence and quickly reached the cave.

Inside the cave, the evil cultivator was extracting Wang Huan's soul core.

With a 'plop' sound, his long fingernails pierced Wang Huan's forehead, pulling out his soul core.

Ning Yuan rushed into the cave and engaged in a fierce battle with the evil cultivator.

Upon seeing the scene inside the cave, Feng Yu tightly covered Shen Yao's eyes.

"Don't look!" Feng Yu said, "Don't look! It's disgusting."

Shen Yao released her spiritual sense to see just how disgusting it could be.

She withdrew her spiritual sense in the blink of an eye; she really shouldn't have looked!

The evil cultivator was no match for Ning Yuan. Seeing a six-elemental-root cultivator at the cave entrance, he flashed and attacked Shen Yao.

Feng Yu's murderous intent surged. He used the Golden Spirit Shield to protect Shen Yao and attacked with his sword, piercing the evil cultivator's heart.

Ning Yuan attacked from behind, striking the evil cultivator on the back of the head with a palm, shattering his soul core.

Shen Yao then saw the scene inside the cave.

Hanging from the large cauldron in the cave was a blood-soaked male cultivator, none other than Wang Huan, who had argued with Qiu Qiu.

Wang Huan's blood flowed into the pot, mixing with the viscous liquid inside and forming sticky blood bubbles.

A pot of boiling blood, and on the table next to it, piles of fresh skins.

It was clearly torn from Wang Huan's bloodied body...

She and Feng Yu, along with her father, slaughtered four cities. This is ridiculous...

That's absolutely...perverted...disgusting!

Gou Yue has rescued Qiu Qiu, who is bleeding from the mouth and is paralyzed and unable to move.

Baozhen's soul core was actually shattered by the evil cultivator, and she had already died of fright, beyond any hope of recovery.