Su Ming stared at Su Ying, thinking about the experiences she had during this period of time. The resentment in her heart unconsciously welled up: "Why is the Lord so happy? Isn't it because I lost my eyesight thanks to you?"

Su Ying was daydreaming about all sorts of scenarios with Su Ming, but was brought back to reality by Su Ming's cold tone. Watching her gentle brother from her memories speak to her as if he were speaking to an enemy, her heart twisted in pain.

Her hand gently touched Su Ming's cheek, as she said, "Brother, I..." "Crack!" A loud and crisp slap resounded.

Su Ying's hand maintained its original position as Su Ming coldly said, "Don't touch me, you filth."

The person in front of me is not my little brother, Ayin. It is just a deranged Night Feather Cult leader.

Su Ying was ultimately the leader of an evil cult, and being treated in this manner was enough to stir up all the anger in his heart: "Does my brother find me filthy? Then everything I do next will probably be unforgettable for my brother."

"You... what are you going to do... uh"

Before Su Ming could finish speaking, Su Ying promptly pressed a key acupuncture point on Su Ming's body, unlocked the shackles around his ankles, and carried him out of the room.

In the Holy Light Sect, the dim candlelight cast a glow upon the figure bound on the rack. The whips lashed fiercely at the person, but not a single cry of pain was heard. Upon closer inspection, that figure turned out to be Lu Xuan.

The person holding the whip looked at Lu Xuan and said, "You left without saying goodbye, and even dared to argue with your uncle. Now you've come back to beg me. Do you know you made a mistake?"

The flickering candlelight reflected faintly on his face, revealing a rugged countenance. His eagle-like eyes gleamed with a cold light. How should I put it? He was a handsome middle-aged man exuding a masculine aura. This was the Grand Uncle Shuai, also known as the leader of the Holy Light Sect, Lu Xiaohan.

Lu Xuansheng endured twenty whippings, and Lu Xiaohan waved his hand to release him, saying, "Who is the person that made you prefer enduring twenty whippings rather than seeking assistance from my power?"

Lu Xuan propped himself up against the wall and stood up. His gentle face contorted slightly with pain as he said, "It's my good friend. His life and death are currently unknown. I must find him."

Lu Xiaohan remained silent for a moment and then tossed a token at him. "You're permitted to mobilize three hundred members of the Holy Light Sect. However, whether you can find them or not, I have no idea."

Luo Xuan: "Thank you."

Seeing him covered in whip marks, blood continuously oozing and dripping, Lu Xiaohan stepped forward and carried him on his shoulders, saying, "Let's go, we'll treat your injuries first and then find someone."

Lu Xuan: "Let go, I can walk by myself."

"Why have you been so stubborn from childhood until now? Just listen to your uncle..."

"I am, after all, the master of a village; I am not a child..."

Su Ying carried Su Ming to the side of the previous hot spring. There, he saw a white jade stone standing in the water, with four chains attached to it. The chains were nailed into the stone wall and were long enough to reach the water. Su Ming felt a sense of unease and tried to struggle out of Su Ying's embrace, but her acupoints had been pressed, leaving her powerless and unable to even lift a finger.

Under the despairing gaze of Su Ming, Su Ying extended his limbs into the iron rings beneath the iron chains and fastened them. As a result, Su Ming was forced to kneel with his legs apart. Su Ying looked on with satisfaction at everything. He reached out to unblock his acupoints, and as soon as they were unblocked, Su Ming began to struggle violently, causing water splashes to churn: "Su Ying, what on earth do you want to do? Let me go! Ah... don't come near me!"

He forcefully kissed Su Ming's mouth, his tongue skillfully prying open her teeth, ravaging and invading. Su Ming wished she could bite her tongue and die, but Su Ying used his own mouth to bite hers, leaving her completely helpless.

Su Ying looked at the person who passed out, their mouth kissed red and swollen, but exceptionally charming.

Unfastening the iron chains, the limbs were worn out and bloodied from excessive struggling, glaring against the fair skin. After giving the person a rough cleaning, Su Ying carried them back to the room, unable to resist staring at Su Ming's attractive figure, with tears still lingering at the corners of their eyes while in a deep sleep, causing a reaction in him once again. Suddenly, a voice sounded outside the door, abrupt and jarring: "Exercise some self-control, or else your precious big brother will be played to death by you..."