Level 9 Martial Commander Slave

"Oh my! What an energetic young man you are!" The woman giggled as she leaned away from Han's groping. After she giggled she glanced at Han with her pretty eyes and took a sip of the tea. Now it was Han who was giggling madly.

"Sorry, Miss Helena, I just couldn't help myself, my hand moved on its own," Han said as his giggle turned into a mad burst of laughter.

Just this mere action of Han had her going alert. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned around, but there was nothing at all that could be of threat to her. Had this boy gone mad due to lust?

"Lady, come on, heal me more it really does feel good." Han cracked his neck and leaned back on the bed with his hands over his head. His voice was now condescending and his eyes looked at her as if she was a fool. Helena didn't like it one bit.

"You're going too far darling, who do you think you're talking to?" A wild cold aura erupted from all the bodies inside the room, but instead of making Han feel fear it made him laugh out of pure joy.

"This amount of power! What a blessing!" Han screamed out,

Helena was about to slap Han silly, however, a surge of maddening pain circulated through her body. Han was circulating the Masochist's Avatar. He was feeling maddening pain and so was she. She fell on the floor convulsing from the excruciating agony of her blood boiling within her.

"You...." Helena murmured, "What did you do to me?"

"I did nothing but reach out for your bosom! It was you who volunteered to drink my blood on that tea of yours." Han waved a bleeding finger at her as he stood and crouched beside her convulsing body.

"The Masochist's Avatar...." Helena gasped, "Why do you have that torturous body enhancement method...."

"Oh? You actually know the Masochist's Avatar?" Han imitated her gasp, "How old are you to be so knowledgeable? Are you a millennia year old hag?"

"I will kill you..." she growled,

Han chuckled, and then went all out with his boiling blood. It made her scream and shout as she struggled on the floor.

"Don't be so loud woman, you might lure that big ass Patriarch over here." Han whispered, "If you muffle your screams a bit, I promise to make you feel good, or at least make you feel like you're not in hell."

She kept on screaming, but only for a while, as she soon tried to muffle her screaming and instead started moaning in pain.

"That's better." Han smiled warmly at her as he slowly stopped circulating the Masochist's avatar. However, he quickly snickered as he dodged an ice spike from behind him. The woman had just tried to do a petty trick.

"I want to make this easier for you but you force my hand, Helena." He once again circulated his blood relentlessly and he did so for a surprisingly long period of several hours. This Helena indeed had the mental strength of a martial immortal, most would have gotten mad within the first few minutes.

When she was lying still on the floor with raspy breath, that was when he relieved both of them from the pain. ' You think, I'll give in before you woman? I've been using the Masochist's Avatar for centuries. You think I'll give in after a few meager hours?"

Han Yanked her by the hair and set her beside a wall. She leaned on the wall and struggled to catch her breath, she was very exhausted, and yet her eyes didn't stop giving Han a death glare at all.

"Calm down, darling. If you had just cooperated then you wouldn't have felt such pain at all." Han mockingly waved a finger at her as he was brewing himself some tea. After brewing, he crouched beside her with a smile on his face.

"Now, this is what's going to happen. I ask you some questions, and if you answer them well, I'll stop with this torture, okay?"

Helena didn't answer, merely glared.

"What's your level of cultivation?"

"Go to he--"

She screamed as Han circulated his blood again with an unamused face.

"Just answer me. You know that I won't stop until you cooperate."

She paused for a minute as she breathed heavily. Sweat ran down her body and it made her dress stick to her curves. With such a beautiful woman in front of him, stopping his primal instincts was already as painful as his Masochist's Avatar.

Han gulped, "...I'll ask you again, level of cultivation?"

"Martial Commander," she eyed Han ravenously, "level 9."

"Very good! Now, who are you and how do you know about the Masochist's Avatar?" Han took a sip from his cup of tea. She was definitely strong and Han couldn't help but feel as if the tea in his hand was the sweetest tea in the world.

She snickered derisively, "I am the founder of the Ice Phoenix Sect in our world. Your Masochist Avatar was a notorious body enhancement method that wasn't famous due to the strength it gave but due to the pain, it dished out. It was a torture method in the olden times made by Blood Demon Xiu Di, it gave the body strength so it could withstand more pain, and everyone who was forced to cultivate it would either go mad or last long enough to still be crazy but powerful."

Han had his mouth gaping open as he gawked at Helena, not just because she was actually a very old hag, it was because he had been cultivating a torture method all this time. Han couldn't help but laugh out loud for a good minute.

Helena seemed to have caught on and asked, "Don't tell me you cultivated this hellish art willingly?"

Han merely kept on laughing, and Helena could only stare in shock that someone would be so thirsty for power that they would willingly make themselves suffer so much.

"You fool! And now you tarnish me with the same wretched fate as yours!" she yelled, but she soon started moaning in pain again as Han felt footsteps coming nearer.

It was the Patriarch.

The Patriarch came because he heard something, but knowing that this woman was stronger than him, it seemed useless that he was going to help her. But he did so, nevertheless. He paced beside the door and knocked, "Excuse me, Miss Helena, is there a problem?"

Nothing. Nothing could be heard except for bodies moving on the floor, and the muffled sound of moaning...

The Patriarch froze in terror, "Miss Helena?"

He twisted the doorknob repeatedly yet it was locked. This further heightened his anxiety, and once again he yelled, "Miss Helena? If you don't answer me, I apologize but I will have to break in!"

"Wait!" It was Han who answered, however, he answered as if he was out of breath.

"Child, what's the matter? Why isn't Miss Helena answering?" The Patriarch asked with a trembling heart. Miss Helena was stronger than him, and since Han was able to answer and yet Miss Helena couldn't, it could only mean that she was busy doing something else...

"Do not fret, Patriarch, All is well," Han said smugly, "Miss Helena is taking good care of me..."

The Patriarch felt his whole world crumble. He stepped back from the door in shock and froze. 'There was a real man just by her side and she chose the kid! Who would have known that she was that kind of woman!?' he thought.

And yet, he couldn't do anything at all. She was stronger than her, and him barging in on their tryst would only get him a beating and shame. He didn't bother to stay anymore and simply barged away, to Han's delight.

"No...." Helena murmured,

"Did you hear how he stomped away, Helena?" Han couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably "What in the world could he have been thinking?"

"You bastard..."

Han smirked, and sipped his tea nonchalantly again, "It seems like he wouldn't bother us now, so let us continue where we left off."

"When did you arrive in this world?" Han asked,

The founder of the Ice Phoenix sect, that sect has existed for hundreds of millennia, just after the war against blood cultivators. But how could it be possible that someone so far in the past could be here in this world at the present?

"I arrived here," she heaved a breath, "in the 2nd world war."

'What the fuck?' Han thought,

Han knew from Hanne's memories what the world war was, he just didn't expect that she had been here for decades. Back when these wretched zombies didn't exist at all.

"You've been here for so long?" Han asked incredulously,

She snickered in disdain at Han's ignorance, "There was no going back! But no matter where I am, I always capable of making my life comfortable, even when that coughing pandemic arrived! Even when the zombies came!"

She glanced longingly at the window, "Nothing could tame me!" she growled and glared, "Yet now I'm a dog at your feet."

"Touching story," Han mockingly wiped a tear off his eye, "It made me even prouder that such a being like you is mine now."

"I swear I will kill you!" she struggled but couldn't stand.

"From now on, you will follow my every order, and don't even think of killing yourself or I'll make sure to keep you alive and let you feel hell for months." Han paced near Amelia and Lian and eyed their lifeless eyes,

"First order, give these two back their bodies."

Helena merely glared for a second before relenting. Amelia and Lian shook their heads simultaneously and regained focus. The first thing they saw was Han smiling at them. Lian was rather happy when she saw Han but Amelia looked as if she didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

Han threatened her with a cleaver, and yet she only feared death from him and not the possibility of getting desecrated. When the thugs took her, she thought that she would rather die than be touched. She didn't remember much after being thrown in this room, but since she didn't feel unwell she assumed nothing happened to her. In fact, she felt stronger. A foreign surging energy was coursing through her, and she raised her palm to find a blue luminescence appearing from it.

"Don't be so amazed, Amelia," Han chuckled, "You might forget where we're going due to shock. You do know that you still have to get me to the outskirts right?"