Chapter 11: Bristling with Rage

At late night, Sara searched the dense Demonic Beast Forest for Frank but couldn't find any trace of him.

"Don't let me catch you," Sara said bitterly. Her mind flashed back to the intimate scene that just happened. Her cheeks turned red again. As someone known for her chastity, she never expected she would make such indecent sounds.

"Ah! So embarrassing!" Stomping her foot, Sara couldn't help but cover her flushed cheeks.

"Sara?" A voice came from behind. Dinah was secretly following Sara out of concern. As she walked closer, she saw Sara's flushed face. She looked at Sara with surprise. "What's wrong with you?"

"N-nothing." Sara stammered, her cheeks growing hotter. How could she tell her sister that she had just slept with someone? Moreover, the person was only a cultivator at the Second Level of Energy Condensation. There was no way she could tell someone.

"Then what exactly are you looking for?" Looking around in confusion, Dinah also surveyed the area. "Could it be that you dropped something valuable here?"

"T-there's no such thing. I'm just wandering around."

"You're lying, aren't you?"

"Oh, come on! Let's go back. Randy is still waiting for us." Feeling guilty, Sara hurriedly pushed Dinah along, but just before leaving, she again turned her gaze toward the direction of the cave.

Both stood side by side, riding through the air and quickly disappeared.

The Demonic Beast Forest fell into silence.

Sometime later, a large demonic beast's corpse twitched slightly in some part of the forest.

Then, a blood-covered hand clawed its way out.

It was a terrifying sight. A person swallowed by a demonic beast was able to crawl out alive.

Upon closer inspection, there was a large wound on the demonic beast's lower abdomen, and a blood-soaked figure crawled out from it.

The blood-soaked figure was Frank.

He hid inside the belly of a demonic beast to prevent Sara from finding him. If Sara knew, perhaps she would admire his wittiness.

Frank let out a long breath, pounding his chest. "Almost lost my life there."

Recalling the intimate scene last night, Frank couldn't help but cough awkwardly and rub his nose. Although his body reeked of blood, he still couldn't mask the faint fragrance Sara left on him. That scent was intoxicating.

"I saved her life." He gave himself a very righteous reason.

However, when he thought about it, he couldn't help feeling a bit guilty. After all, she was a Spiritual Void Realm cultivator and a beauty. Even though he was being forced, she had lost her chastity. Anyone would find it hard to accept.

If something like this happened again, he should not follow his impulses.

After resting briefly, Frank looked up at the sky. After a whole night of turmoil, dawn was approaching.

Afraid Sara might return to search for him, Frank quickly dashed into the forest without hesitation. Before leaving, he dragged along the demonic beast's corpse beside him. After all, it was an excellent supplement.

Meanwhile, at the base of the Alps Sect, in the small spiritual garden, cries of sorrow filled the air.

"Stop crying!" A fierce and malicious voice sounded. Jim took a black cloth from his pocket, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into Hank's mouth. He then kicked Hank, scolding, "Why aren't you crying now?"

Hank was indeed miserable. Since Jim had brought people yesterday, he had been hung up for an entire day, his body covered in footprints.

"Jim, if you have a problem, come at me." A weak voice sounded. Adolf was even more miserable.

His body was covered in bloody welts from the whip. His wrinkled face was swollen with red marks. His old eyes were dull and murky.

"Come at you? Sure!" Jim sneered, pulling a whip from his waist and approaching aggressively, swinging the whip through the air.

Whip!

With every lash of the whip, another bloody welt appeared on Adolf's body.

"Hand over the Spirit Mantra!" With each whip, Jim would roar like a madman, as if wanting to peel Adolf's skin off.

"Mmmf!" Watching Adolf being beaten, Hank, who had his mouth gagged, could only let out muffled cries, tears filling his eyes.

"Caw!" Even the spirit beast, Eagle, cried loudly. It too had been hung up, with its wing pierced by a metal hook, bleeding profusely.

Besides Jim, two other Alps Sect disciples stood in the small spiritual garden. Although they were also the Second Level of Energy Condensation cultivators, their aura was not as strong as Jim's. It was clear that they had just advanced.

Watching Jim's brutal beating, the two Alps Sect disciples stepped forward to stop him. "Jim, please be mindful! Don't kill him, or we'll be in serious trouble if we're blamed by the higher-ups."

"Who would care about a useless old man?" Spitting on the ground, Jim glared hatefully at Adolf but finally stopped.

Though he had stopped hitting Adolf, Jim's anger hadn't subsided. Unable to vent his anger on Adolf, his malicious gaze turned to the bound Eagle. "Since you treat it like family, I'll cook it before you. You two, chop up that bird for me."

"Got it!"

The two Alps Sect disciples rolled up their sleeves immediately, taking out short knives that gleamed with a cold light while approaching Eagle. "After a whole night of trouble, I'm really hungry."

"You…" A cold gleam flashed in Adolf's gradually dimming eyes, but he spat out a mouthful of blood before he could finish his sentence.

Hank struggled violently. His face was covered in tears.

Although Eagle was only a low-level spirit beast, they had lived together for a long time. Adolf and Hank regarded it as their family. Having to watch their family member being killed, their heart was filled with pain.

Just as the two Alps Sect disciples were about to take action, the door of the small spiritual garden opened, and a blood-soaked Frank walked in.

"Adolf, I'm ba–" Before he could finish, Frank's voice choked up, staring blankly at the scene in the garden.

It was a bloody sight. Adolf was hanging, blood dripping from him. Hank was also injured and hanging, and Eagle had its wing pierced with a metal hook.

"Well, well! You dared to come back." Seeing that it was Frank, Jim leaped up. His eyes were full of hatred, as he grinned maliciously.

"Jim!" Frank said with an icy voice. His dark eyes instantly turned blood red. He strode forward, unable to suppress his immense murderous intent. His expression was even more twisted than Jim's.

"Today, no one will be able to save you!"