The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!

Chapter 257: Repent!

His face became somewhat regretful.

"Unfortunately, this village didn’t have enough suitable nourishment. If there were more virgin men and women, both of us would’ve reached Level Four."

Twelve nearly exploded. "Shut up!"

His face turned ugly. He wanted to stop his stupid partner. Yet the damage was already done.

Number Four and Number Five exchanged a glance.

The information they came for had essentially been handed to them.

As expected, if one let Eleven talk long enough, he would reveal everything himself—no need for interrogation.

The fact that the nearby village had become silent also suddenly made sense.

The villagers hadn’t been unlucky enough to encounter wandering beasts.

But they had encountered the Red Cloaks. The brutes who abandoned morality long ago.

To gain strength, they no longer cared where the nourishment came from.

Men or Women. Young or old. None of it mattered.

The only thing that mattered to them was the cultivation level.

Number Five’s expression grew colder.

"Can we finish this now?"

"I’m getting tired of listening."

Number Four nodded. "I think we’ve learned enough."

Eleven sneered. The arrogance on his face remained undiminished.

Until both men released their true cultivation.

His expression froze.

Level Four.

And Level Three.

"Impossible!"

Fear immediately replaced arrogance.

Just a few days ago, Number Eight had only been slightly stronger than him.

How could he have advanced so quickly?

Had the Leader secretly helped them, too?

A thousand questions filled his mind.

Unfortunately, nobody intended to answer.

Number Four’s figure blurred.

A fist smashed directly into Eleven’s face.

Boom!

The impact sounded like a hammer striking stone.

Blood erupted.

Several teeth flew through the air.

Eleven’s nose collapsed instantly.

The force continued to spread through his skull and sent him crashing through a wooden wall.

His body rolled several times before finally stopping, unconscious.

The entire exchange lasted less than a second.

Meanwhile, Twelve’s situation wasn’t any better.

His cultivation was roughly equal to Number Five’s.

At least on paper. Reality proved otherwise.

Every clash pushed him backwards. Every exchange increased the panic in his heart.

Something was very wrong.

The strength behind Number Five’s attacks felt abnormal.

It didn’t resemble a human cultivator at all.

In a sense, his instincts weren’t wrong.

Number Five wasn’t entirely human anymore.

The demonic transformation granted by Su Mo had strengthened every aspect of his body.

Physical strength, recovery, and endurance. Everything surpassed ordinary cultivators.

As the battle continued, Twelve’s confidence completely collapsed.

From evenly matched to disadvantaged and finally complete suppression. The entire process took less than a minute.

At last—

Crack!

Number Five’s fist smashed directly into his jaw.

Twelve crashed to the ground. His vision spun. Fear flooded his heart.

"Wait!"

"I can explain—"

His desperate plea hadn’t even finished.

Bang!

Another punch landed squarely on his face. The rest of his words disappeared immediately, along with his consciousness.

Silence returned to the abandoned mill.

Number Four looked at the two defeated ex-partners. Then he smiled.

"The Master will be pleased."

Right when Number Four and Number Five were preparing to bind the unconscious Eleven and Twelve and return to report their success, both of them suddenly felt a chill crawl up their spines.

Their danger instincts screamed.

Without hesitation, they abandoned their previous actions and spun around, taking defensive stances.

The air distorted slightly.

Then a figure stepped out from the darkness between the trees as though he had always been standing there.

The moment they saw the newcomer, their pupils contracted.

"Deputy!"

The two exchanged grim looks.

Regret immediately surfaced in their hearts.

They had been too focused on dealing with Eleven and Twelve and on gathering information.

As a result, they had neglected their surroundings.

Their former Deputy Leader had apparently been nearby the entire time, concealed using the Night Cloak Technique.

At the same time, another question surfaced in their minds.

Weren’t Number One, Two, and Three responsible for monitoring the Deputy and the Leader?

If the Deputy were here... Then where were those three?

The Deputy gave the unconscious Eleven and Twelve a glance before shifting his gaze toward Number Four and Number Five.

His expression remained cold.

Although he wasn’t a man who spoke often, the pressure he carried naturally exceeded that of the other Red Cloaks.

His voice was calm.

"Eleven and Twelve were indeed at fault. However, you two were too heavy-handed."

"Once the Leader returns, explain yourselves and accept whatever punishment is decided."

Number Four blinked.

Number Five also blinked.

Then both felt their expressions becoming strange.

The Deputy seems to have misunderstood. He hadn’t discovered their betrayal at all. To him, they were still members of the Red Cloaks.

The situation was suddenly much better than expected. Number Four immediately lowered his head.

"We understand our mistake, Deputy."

"Eleven and Twelve became arrogant after their recent breakthrough."

The Deputy merely nodded.

"It is good that you understand."

Then he turned around.

"Carry them. We are returning to base."

"Yes, sir."

The two obediently complied.

Although both of them had already advanced beyond their former selves, neither felt confident facing the Deputy directly.

Unlike Eleven and Twelve, this man was experienced, cautious, and genuinely dangerous.

More importantly... His cultivation had increased.

Before, the Deputy had been at Qi Condensation Level Eight. Now his aura had clearly reached Qi Condensation Level Nine.

It was obvious that Wu Chaochang had also used that mysterious treasure on him.

As they followed behind, Number Four and Number Five continued their act flawlessly.

They retold the fabricated story of escaping from the White Moon Sect’s elders.

The Deputy listened silently.

Occasionally nodding.

Occasionally, ask some questions.

The entire time, his Spiritual Sense remained fixed on them. The pressure never relaxed.

To the Deputy, the fate of Number Eight and Number Ten wasn’t his concern.

Once they returned, the Leader could decide what to do with them. His only responsibility was to bring them back.

Time passed.

The group gradually approached the forest surrounding their hidden base.