Level Up in Martial World

Feng trembled, seeing the handsome, burly man in front of her. Her curves were all highlighted by the tight binding of the chain.

"What do you want?" she still spat out venomously, with fierce eyes.

Lu Zhen just smiled slightly as he slowly took steps towards her wordlessly.

In the deep, dark dungeon, with a pin-drop silence, the footsteps of only Lu Zhen echoed, which made her gulp nervously.

Her intent was half compared to her peak period, which directly decreased her realm to the early-tier one martial artist. This "half" wasn't half the power, but instead, at least several hundred times the difference.

The Qi in her Qi pathways were all nonexistent. Lu Zhen had been constantly draining her of mana and intent as slowly as possible, which made Feng horrified to the extreme.

No matter how hardened and strong her mentality was, seeing her years of hard work completely vanish right before her eyes made her truly frightened.

As he took those steps, her heartbeat quickened with fear and an uncertain future.

Lu Zhen suddenly extended his hand, which made her frightened and quickly closed her eyes.

The next moment, she felt a warm pat on her head.

"Be honest and tell me everything, and I will spare you." Lu Zhen said lightly, with a warm smile.

But this smile was like a devil's smile to her.

"How can you help so many martial artists to reach the second-stage martial realm, even if they don't have talent?" Lu Zhen asked, a question he was quite confused about.

If he could create an army of second-stage martial artists just like that, then his army power would instantly shoot upward, so he was quite hungry for this knowledge.

To this, Feng was quite hesitant to say, which caused Lu Zhen's expression to turn cold.

"If you don't say so, then I will devour all the intent on your Qi. When that happens," Lu Zhen lightly pickled her spine, making her body tremble involuntarily.

Of course, he had no mercy for this woman in front of him.

She was his enemy. It was already merciful that he hadn't killed her yet, and looking at her curvy body, Lu Zhen was even more reluctant to kill her.

Although his concubine and his four wives always worked hard to satisfy him, having the twelve women all serve him as rigorously as possible, which was quite a sight to behold for him, but his lust wasn't satisfied.

As a body cultivator, his stamina was all-time high, and his hormones were overflowing. With the increase of realm, even if Lu Zhen did it all night, he would still feel the pent-up lust.

So, he could only reluctantly look for another woman. Unfortunately, the other women didn't qualify to meet his aesthetic and temperament.

Actually, he didn't care about the beauty of the woman at all. As long as she wasn't unbearable, where there is a hole, he could just put it in.

But her temperament should not be ugly, and the cultivation qualification should be high. Because if it isn't, then what's the point of having these women? They will soon turn to dust in a century, and he didn't want to see his own woman in such a condition.

So, thinking of these, Lu Zhen's gaze turned even colder.

"So, what is your answer?" He asked lightly, and his patting became even firmer.

Feng looked at Lu Zhen's towering figure and sighed with resignation. The terrifying killing aura leaked by him was real. If she made the slightest disagreement, the consequences she might face would be terrifying.

"If I tell you, could you let me go?"

"Hahaha, you are a prisoner. What capital do you have to negotiate with me?" Lu Zhen's eyes revealed a deep coldness that seeped into her bones, making her feel a chill down her back.

Feng became nervous when she heard this, as she gritted her teeth, "Can you promise me that you won't devour my intent."

"Nope." Lu Zhen resolutely disagreed.

She was the enemy. If he was not strong enough, then his entire domain would have been massacred, and the Lu imperial family might never exist after this.

If this happened, then the tragedy would be terrifying.

Just thinking of these, Lu Zhen was already generous enough. However, how could he give up the intent which would make him stronger?

It was a race against time.

If he wanted to have some real protection, then he needed to grow stronger and faster to not let this type of tragedy happen, not only to him but also to the people who he loved, his mother, his four wives. As for the concubines…

Well, they were only there for his lust, to be honest.

He still considered them as his women, but he didn't even know their names yet.

Thinking of these, Lu Zhen decided to ask the concubines their names when he went to the palace again.

Feng despaired when she heard this, while small tears started to escape from her eyes.

"Please, I would do anything for you. I will be your slave, but please let me have my intent. Without them, my realm would drop to the second-stage or even lower martial realm, and I might never be able to enter the realm again." she said between her sobs, with a pitiful face.

If it was some self-righteous hero youth, then he might take pity on her, as if she wasn't your enemy just before, and the consequences of you losing would be the entire annihilation of your clan or being reduced to slaves.

Lu Zhen's eyes didn't contain pity; instead, it contained coldness.

"No."

Feng immediately whimpered. She felt like if she pushed Lu Zhen further, then her head would leave her neck the next moment.

"Alright, tell me everything you know. My patience is limited, Feng. If you dared to leave a single detail or find it false, then…"

Lu Zhen took out a terrifying whip with spikes all over it, revealing a stronger aura in his hand, making Feng pale.

"This is my own whip." Her lips trembled.