MY CELESTIAL ASCENSION - Season 1 Episode 96

Yuan and his group continued their journey through the mountain range, their horses galloping at an astonishing speed.

The landscape around them blurred as they pressed forward, leaving the traces of death and blood behind.

As they traveled, their eyes scanned the surroundings, ever watchful for any signs of danger.

The remnants of carnage marked their path, with more lifeless bodies and pools of blood scattered along the way.

However, the group remained unfazed, for they had grown accustomed to the harsh realities of their world.

“Kyaaaaaaaa!”

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed through the air, reaching their ears with unmistakable clarity. Yuan and his companions, their senses honed by their cultivation, immediately recognized the cry for help.

Lily turned to Yuan, her voice filled with concern. “Did you hear that? Someone is calling for assistance.”

Yuan nodded, his gaze focused ahead. “Indeed, I heard it too. It seems like someone is in need of our help.”

Anna, ever the compassionate soul, spoke up. “We cannot turn a blind eye to those in distress.”

With a shared sense of purpose, the group veered off their original path and followed the source of the scream. Their horses thundered through the rugged terrain, their determination driving them forward.

The cries for help grew louder as they approached, guiding them closer to the scene of desperation. The urgency in the voice spurred them on, fueling their resolve to lend a helping hand.

As Yuan and his group moved closer to the source of the commotion, the cacophony of clashing metal and desperate shouts grew louder.

Their instincts told them that a confrontation was underway, and they prepared themselves for what lay ahead.

As they arrived at the scene, a grim sight greeted their eyes. A small group of weary travelers, their faces etched with fear and exhaustion, were surrounded by a band of ruthless bandits.

The bandits, armed with crude iron swords and knives, wore tattered garments and bore scars that spoke of their violent pasts.

The group of travelers had been reduced to a mere handful of survivors, their fallen comrades strewn lifelessly across the ground.

Desperation filled the air as they faced the imminent threat of the bandits’ blades.

One particularly imposing bandit, his brawny frame wielding an iron sword, let out a boisterous laugh. “Hahaha! Where do you think you can run now? We have you cornered!”

The group of terrified travelers pleaded with the bandits, their voices trembling with fear and desperation. They begged for mercy and implored the bandits to release them from their clutches.

“Please, have mercy! Spare our lives!” one of the travelers cried out, tears streaming down their face.

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But the bandits only responded with mocking laughter, their cruel amusement evident in their eyes. They scoffed at the pleas of the travelers, reveling in their vulnerability.

“Hahaha! Mercy? Do you really think we’re in the business of mercy?” one of the bandits jeered, a malicious grin etched across his face.

Another bandit chimed in, sneering at the travelers’ desperation. “You fools! There’s no escaping your fate now. We’ll do as we please.”

The travelers’ faces turned pale as they realized the heartlessness of their captors. They clutched onto each other, trembling in fear, as the bandits continued to taunt them.

“Pray all you want, it won’t save you from what’s coming,” a bandit remarked, his voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction.

A woman among the travelers mustered her courage, her voice quivering but determined. “Please, there must be some humanity left in you. Spare us, and we won’t trouble you any further.”

The bandits erupted into laughter once again, mocking the woman’s plea. “Humanity? You’re in the wrong place if you’re expecting any of that from us.”

Their laughter reverberated through the air, intensifying the travelers’ fear and despair. It seemed as though all hope was lost in the face of such ruthless adversaries.

As Yuan surveyed the group of bandits, a sense of disappointment washed over him.

Yuan, standing tall and composed, gazed at the group of bandits with a mix of disappointment and determination.

“Sigh, we saw a few dead bodies along the way,” he remarked, his voice tinged with sadness.

“I thought, looking at those bodies, that a strong group of bandits must be responsible for such atrocities.”

He paused briefly, shaking his head. “But alas, it appears that I have mistaken a group of mere ants as an elephant. How disappointing,” Yuan lamented, his disappointment evident in his voice.

The bandits, now aware of Yuan’s presence, turned their attention towards him. Their apparent leader sneered, a hint of arrogance in his voice. “And who do you think you are to challenge us?” he scoffed.

“We’ve dealt with many high-ranking mages before and emerged victorious. You’re nothing special.”

Anna, never one to back down, stepped forward with unwavering confidence. “A mere group of ants doesn’t have the right to ask who we are,” she retorted, her voice laced with authority and strength.

The bandits shifted their gaze to Anna, surprise evident in their eyes. They had expected a typical confrontation, but what they saw before them left them awestruck.

A group of five incredibly beautiful women stood before them, each possessing an ethereal allure that seemed almost otherworldly. The bandits had never encountered women so breathtakingly beautiful.

As the bandits observed the group of stunning women before them, a few of them couldn’t help but whisper to their leader, their voices filled with a sinister excitement.

“Did you see them? Those beauties are worth a fortune in the slave trade,” one bandit murmured, his eyes glinting with greed. “We could make a fortune if we sell them to the right buyers.”

Another bandit, his voice filled with lecherous intent, added, “But before we sell them off, why not have some fun with them? Opportunities like this don’t come around often. We should make the most of it.”

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The leader, intrigued by the prospect, nodded slowly. “You’re right. These women are exquisite, and their value is undeniable. It’s been a while since we’ve had such enticing prospects. We’ll savor this chance.”

The bandits, emboldened by their leader’s approval, began discussing their plans, their voices laced with depravity and desire.

“Let’s take them one by one,” one bandit suggested, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “We’ll make them submit to us, and they’ll beg for mercy.”

Another bandit, his tone filled with anticipation, added, “We’ll break their spirits, make them realize their place. They won’t be able to resist us.”

The bandits laughed, their sinister laughter echoing through the air as they reveled in their vile intentions. They were convinced that these beautiful women would become their playthings, mere objects to be controlled and dominated.

“Imagine the pleasure we’ll derive from their suffering,” a particularly cruel bandit remarked, a malicious glimmer in his eyes. “Their beauty will only enhance the satisfaction we’ll derive from breaking them.”

The leader, his gaze fixed on the women, let out a cold chuckle. “Yes, we’ll take our time with them. They will learn the price of challenging us. By the time we’re done, they’ll wish they had never crossed our path.”

“I’ll have my fill first, and then you can have your turn. Remember, they are to be used however…”

Before the leader of the bandits could finish his word, his head separated from his neck and rolled on the ground.

The leader of the bandits lay lifeless on the ground, his head severed from his body by Yuan’s swift and lethal strike.

The sight sent shockwaves through the remaining bandits, their eyes widening in disbelief at the sudden turn of events.

Blood dripped from the edge of Yuan’s sword, Empyreal Oblivion, as he sneered at the fallen bandit.

“How dare a mere bandit harbor such thoughts about my wives,” Yuan spat, his voice filled with disdain. “You’re are digging your own graves.”

Anna, Grace, Lily, Emma, and Xi Meili stood beside Yuan, their hearts filled with gratitude for his unwavering protection. They were grateful to have such a formidable lover.

As the group of bandits stared in shock and disbelief, their leader’s sudden demise had shattered their false sense of superiority.

Questions echoed in their minds, but the most pressing one was about the massive sword that had effortlessly taken their leader’s life.

Confusion and fear filled the air, not only among the bandits but also among the small group of travelers who had witnessed the scene unfold. Whispers of astonishment mingled with gasps of horror.

One of the bandits, his voice trembling, cried out, “Run for your lives! We are no match for him!”

The others echoed his sentiments, their panic urging them to flee. But Grace’s icy cold voice cut through the chaos, freezing them in their tracks.

“Don’t you all want to have fun with us?” she taunted, her cultivation pressure suffocating their movements. “Why run now?”

The bandits felt a surge of terror coursing through their veins as their bodies refused to obey their commands. They were immobilized, helpless in the face of impending doom.

The bandits felt a surge of terror coursing through their veins as their bodies refused to obey their commands. They were immobilized, helpless in the face of impending doom.

Lily’s voice cut through the tension, her tone chilling. “Mom Grace, we have no time to waste here. Let’s finish this quickly and continue our journey.”

With a swift motion, she unsheathed her sword and activated her sword technique, “Frozen Moon Blade.” The air shimmered with a chilling aura as her blade sliced through the air, claiming the lives of eight bandits in a mere second.

Only three bandits remained, their eyes wide with fear. Grace nodded at Lily’s display of prowess and unsheathed her own sword.

In a graceful yet lethal strike, she beheaded the remaining bandits, silencing their threats forever.

The scene grew still, the only sound lingering being the soft breeze that carried away the stench of violence.