The men responded and went to Terry Yang's cultivation room. They took a large chest out from a space ring, set it down, and then left.
Looking at the chest, Terry Yang chuckled. "I wonder what kind of goods they brought today."
After speaking, Terry Yang walked over and opened the chest. Inside lay a woman, unconscious and flushed red in the face.
Terry Yang pulled her out of the chest, fed her a pill, and waited as she gradually woke up. When she saw a strange man and remembered what happened, she recoiled in alarm and prepared to resist.
"Who are you people? Why did you capture me?" the woman shouted in anger and fear.
"I didn't expect them to bring such a fine one this time—an Immortal-Lord, but a bit too hot-tempered. It'd be better if she were gentler," Terry Yang said with a laugh.
"Cut the crap! I'm asking you a question!" the woman snapped.
"Don't get worked up. You'll know soon enough who I am. As for capturing you? It's not really 'capturing'—let's call it 'cooperation.'" Terry Yang laughed.
"Cooperation for what?" The woman was furious. She'd been brought here for no reason and now faced a stranger.
"Obviously, it's a matter between men and women. Don't worry, you'll get benefits from it. When it's over, ask me for whatever you need—if I can provide it, I will. But if you refuse, that's too bad. I could just kill you right now." Terry Yang said coldly.
The woman shouted furiously, "What? You lecher! How dare you do this on Mistmount Star? You must have a death wish!"
"No matter how loud you yell, it's useless. No one outside can hear you. And right now, it's just me here—I can do whatever I want, can't I?" Terry Yang replied with a laugh.
"You bastard, I'll kill you!" the woman shouted angrily.
"Kill me? You're just an Immortal-Lord. There's no way you can beat me. You'd better behave and cooperate—maybe you'll leave alive. If not, you'll only end up dead," Terry Yang sneered.
"I don't believe you!" The woman refused to submit, even if it meant fighting to the end.
Seeing how stubborn she was, Terry Yang took out a rope and flew over. The woman tried to dodge, but the rope was under Terry Yang's control. In no time, it wrapped around her, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn't move.
"Don't get worked up. It'll be over soon," Terry Yang said with a laugh.
"You bastard!" The woman cursed, shaking the rope in anger.
Terry Yang controlled the rope, pinning the woman to the ground at the side of the focal point. He sat at the central node.
Facing the woman, Terry Yang said with a laugh, "Stop struggling. It's useless. I'll be done soon."
"You scoundrel, you pervert, I'll kill you!" the woman shouted angrily.
Terry Yang ignored her, closed his eyes, and summoned a ball of flame. The focal points around them lit up again, and his body began to flush, first light red, then deep crimson. When he opened his eyes, they glowed fiery red, staring at the woman and sending chills down her spine—a sense of dread rising within her.
Terry Yang’s bestial nature erupted—he looked as if he wanted to devour the woman. Her clothes were nearly torn off; if this continued, she’d be completely exposed before him.
Terry Yang, like a wild beast, laughed madly. "If I absorb your yin qi, I can suppress the heat in my blood."
"You—you monster! My father won't let you get away with this!" the woman cried out in terror, unable to endure any longer.
"Your father? Even if your ancestors came, it wouldn't matter," Terry Yang said, as if possessed.
"My father is the Darkmoon Emperor of the eighth great power. If you touch me, he'll cut you to pieces!" the woman blurted out her identity in desperation.
Terry Yang froze for a moment, surprised that she was the Darkmoon Emperor’s daughter. He hesitated, but then, thinking it was too late, decided to drain her and kill her, reasoning that no one would ever know.
"You—you monster!" the woman cried in shock and anger. She regretted revealing her identity—now she was certain she would die.
Just as her clothes were about to be completely stripped away, a man suddenly appeared behind Terry Yang and struck him. Terry Yang, worthy of being an Emperor-Realm expert, sensed the attack and dodged at the last second. Though his back was hit, he avoided serious injury.
Even so, being interrupted while cultivating sent heat surging chaotically through Terry Yang's body, making him roar in fury. When he saw who it was, he shouted, "Who are you? How did you get in here?"
"I've been here for a while. I just couldn't stand watching you do this," said Evan Yang, who had been hiding in the shadows until now, unable to bear it any longer.
Evan was actually grateful that Terry Yang was cultivating—otherwise, even if Evan attacked, it wouldn't have made a difference.
"Here already? You must have used some artifact to evade our surveillance. But it doesn't matter—you're just a Heavenly-Immortal. Today, you'll die with her," Terry Yang said.
The woman had hoped a powerful expert had come to save her, but when she saw Evan was only at the Heavenly-Immortal Realm, she was devastated. She thought, "Heaven, if you're sending someone, at least send a real expert. Now it's just a Heavenly-Immortal—aren't we doomed?"
Evan had no idea what the woman was thinking. He focused all his attention on getting her out before Terry Yang fully recovered.
Terry Yang couldn't use his strength recklessly—his body was still circulating his cultivation technique, and Evan's earlier attack had left his qi in chaos.
Seeing Terry Yang hadn't made a move yet, Evan knew it was his chance. He grabbed the woman, stuffed her into a space ring, and dashed out the door.
Outside, the four subordinates immediately sensed something was wrong. As they reacted, Evan vanished again.
After going invisible, Evan tunneled underground. Terry Yang sensed his location and struck, but Evan escaped. "Damn it, after him!" yelled the bare-chested Terry Yang. His four men immediately rushed out to pursue Evan.
Inside the room, Terry Yang gradually regained his composure. The red hue faded from his body, his eyes fixed ahead as he muttered, "If she's really the Darkmoon Emperor's daughter, that's trouble."
Soon, the four subordinates returned. Terry Yang saw their expressions and immediately knew they'd found nothing. As expected from a noble of a great clan, he quickly calmed down and said, "Do you know who you captured today?"
"Lord Terry, we don't know," one of them replied.
"She's the Darkmoon Emperor's daughter," Terry Yang said.
The four men’s faces changed instantly. They knew exactly who the Darkmoon Emperor was, his prestige in the eighth great power, and his reputation across the Immortal Realm.
Seeing their reactions, Terry Yang spoke, "So, you know what you need to do next, right?"
"We’ll definitely stop her from returning to the Darkmoon Emperor. If we fail, we'll go and beg forgiveness ourselves," the lead subordinate vowed.
"Good. That answer satisfies me. And remember, stick to the old plan—if anyone asks, say you acted on your own and I knew nothing about it. I think the eighth great power, for the Yang Family’s sake, won’t make things hard for me," Terry Yang said.
"Understood, Lord Terry."
The four men withdrew, leaving Terry Yang behind. He sneered coldly, "As long as I don’t admit it, what difference does it make if you return?"
But what annoyed Terry Yang most was the sudden intruder. "Hmph, who is that kid? I have to find out. Damn it."
Evan Yang had already escaped far away, almost out of any inhabited area. He arrived at a forest, checked his surroundings to confirm no one was following, lit a flame, and released the woman from his Space Ring.
The woman, seeing Evan Yang, was both shocked and terrified. "You—what are you going to do?"
"Miss, relax. I’m here to save you," Evan said helplessly, noticing a rope binding her body.
"You’re saving me?" the woman asked skeptically.
"Yes, that's right. Want me to help you get rid of this rope?" Evan asked.
The woman struggled a few times, but the rope was as tight as ever. Bound by it, she couldn’t exert a bit of strength.
Faced with a strange man and unsure if he was truly good or bad, the woman was worried. She shook her head, "No."
"Why not?" Evan asked, puzzled.
"I don’t know what your intentions are. You—" the woman frowned, uncertain.
"Miss, you’re an Immortal-Lord, and I’m just a Heavenly-Immortal. Are you really afraid I’ll do something to you?" Evan said helplessly, surprised by her reaction.
The woman thought for a moment. He was only a Heavenly-Immortal—why should she be afraid? So she said, "Fine, come over."
Evan approached. In the faint firelight, he could clearly see the woman’s chest exposed by her torn clothing.
Especially since most of it was exposed due to her ripped clothes. Noticing Evan’s gaze, the woman grew furious and embarrassed. "Where are you looking?"
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to," Evan said awkwardly.
"You—you’re a pervert too! Close your eyes!" the woman snapped.
"Close my eyes? How am I supposed to untie you then?" Evan said, feeling helpless.
Hearing this, the woman was frustrated. If her clothes weren’t in such a state, she would’ve had Evan take her home already. But if she returned like this, rumors would be unavoidable, and her reputation would be ruined.
"Fine, fine, just hurry up and untie it. If you can’t, I’ll gouge out your eyes," the woman threatened angrily.
Evan could only comply and focused on the rope. He quickly discovered that ordinary means were useless; only his dagger might work.
So Evan took out his dagger and tried it. Only a faint mark appeared—he would need another method to break it.