#828 - Chapter 828: Rebellion of the Witch Clan
After flying at top speed for two hours, Xuan descended into the territory of the undead race.
With just a quick glance downward, Xuan revealed a suspicious look of disbelief, "What? This is the realm of the undead race?"
Below, weeds grew wildly, the land was parched, and the cracks in the ground were large enough to swallow a person.
The lakes had dried up, the soft silt baked stiff, and in the mountains, the leaves of the trees turned yellow and fell, the branches withered, still struggling in their final death throes.
The entire land was devoid of any greenery, and Xuan would have thought he had entered a desolate hell.
No wonder these members of the undead race had reverted to wearing animal skins; he had thought they were embracing a retro style, but it turned out… there wasn't even any water, how could they weave cloth?
Flying forward for a while, they seemed to have reached a town; the situation was slightly better than the previous desert, at least there were people.
However, in the town below, there was a cacophony of sounds, women's weeping, children's cries, and men's cursing, never-ending.
Xuan flew down, until he could clearly see and hear everything; the undead commoners here mostly had faces gaunt with hunger, looking utterly despondent.
In a pavilion in the distance, a luxuriously dressed undead man was imperiously yelling at three people kneeling on the ground.
"You old geezer, you still want to sell your two daughters for two spirit stones, don't you even look at what kind of goods they are!"
"Young master, please have mercy, my family really can't make ends meet, otherwise, I wouldn't be willing to sell my two precious daughters!"
An old man with a face full of ravines said, shedding tears as he pleaded.
A long queue had already formed behind them, all with similar situations, coming to sell their daughters.
Which of the slightly better-off men in the town didn't have three wives and four concubines, with arms around them?
For them, the daughters of the poor were like toys, fresh, beautiful, and fun; once they were tired of them, they would replace them with new ones, repeating the cycle.
And the undead official responsible for the town's affairs was currently in the Yi Hong Courtyard, embracing these women who had been bought, enjoying delicious food and drinks.
"Come, come, little beauties, let's have a drink!"
His words were full of teasing and a sense of living a decadent life.
Looking around, in the entire Yi Hong Courtyard, every woman was dressed scantily, the cloth on their bodies only able to cover some sensitive areas, with the rest covered only by a layer of sheer gauze.
Not only that, but they were also forced to stand at the entrance to solicit customers, and anyone with a few coins in their pockets was dragged in for forced consumption.
All production and cultivation were delayed, no one was doing it.
Everyone was either starving to death, despairing, or being played to death; this place seemed to have become a forgotten land of the Immortal Realm.
Even Xuan, who prided himself on being cold-blooded and never batting an eye when killing, could no longer watch and directly descended above the town with the Imperial Spirit Guards.
Two Imperial Spirit Guards slashed down with their swords, and the roof of the Yi Hong Courtyard was overturned, the people inside were terrified and trembling.
Some drunken people, not yet sober, muttered: "Another cup, just one more cup, what's all the noise!"
Two Imperial Spirit Guards flew straight to the top of the house, and with a gentle flick of their hands, a ray of light emitted from their hands, instantly binding the undead official.
With another wave of their hands, the undead official was swept out of the house by a gust of wind and onto the ground.
One after another, several other officials were also thrown out.
"Who is it? Who dares to be so bold, do you know who I am?" The妖 official was exasperated and spouted wild words.
The Imperial Spirit Guard gently moved his hand, and several loud slaps landed on their faces.
After a while, these people who had just been waving their arms and shouting were now lying on the ground, unable to stand up straight, gasping for breath.
The blood in their mouths had dripped onto the dust on the ground along the corners of their mouths.
A dozen breaths later, the undead official struggled to raise his head, spitting out three teeth.
His eyes were stinging painfully, unable to see Xuan and the Imperial Spirit Guards' faces clearly, probably because he hadn't been in the sun for a long time, living a life of wine and women every day.
"May I ask who you are, this is my undead race's territory, you… you…"
Before he could finish speaking, the Imperial Spirit Guard glared at him fiercely, "Hm?"
"We surrender! We surrender!" The undead official had no more power to resist, collapsing to the ground, at the mercy of the Imperial Spirit Guard.
"Immortals, please save us poor people, we can't go on living!"
One by one, the gaunt and haggard undead commoners knelt down.
"Take us away too, we can't live here anymore!"
"Just give us a mouthful of food!"
Xuan sighed deeply and signaled the Imperial Spirit Guard to kill the undead official.
Then, using a long rope, one person with one hand, he led these slaves who had been obtained without any effort.
"You few, clean up the battlefield!"
The three Imperial Spirit Guards who received the order quickly dispersed and searched the town.
When they returned, their storage rings were already filled with a lot of treasures that the undead officials had plundered.
"Very good!" Xuan scanned with his divine sense and praised, "Continue to advance towards the undead race's new capital!"
"Yes, Lord Xuan!" So, hundreds of Imperial Spirit Guards set off again, leading a long line of slaves behind them.
From a distance, it looked like a winding snake stretching in the desert, the head of the snake moving forward quickly, and the tail of the snake being pulled quickly.
Arriving at the next town, it looked more prosperous on the surface, but upon closer inspection, it was no different.
The liveliest place on the street was the Yi Hong Courtyard, where wealthy undead men were dressed in gorgeous clothes, embracing women on both sides.
Even a deformed performance had developed on the street, the madam of the Yi Hong Courtyard made the daughters of these poor families compete on stage, whoever seduced the most men would have the highest value.
Not only did the dignitaries love to watch, but even the poor came to join in the fun, the hardships of life had long made them numb.
Watching those young girls who were originally from good families use clumsy seduction techniques on stage, their embarrassing appearances caused everyone to laugh non-stop.
Even being mocked as a bitch didn't leave any room for sadness, some young girls with thin skin had already crashed into a pillar, their fragrant souls disappeared and died.
This was also regarded as a performance, "You bitch, if you can't do it, go crash into a pillar!"
Hahahaha, laughter and angry scolding never ceased.












