Chapter 250 Getting The First Spiritual Artist Subordinate (2)



In the bright expanse of the sky, graceful birds soared elegantly, painting a picture of freedom and wonder.

"It's truly breathtaking," whispered a young girl as she gazed up at the vast heavens. This young girl, with her short, tousled black hair and weathered clothes, bore the appearance of a beggar, a life of hardship etched into her features.

She found herself asking for food, but when she approached a wealthy girl, the latter ordered her guard to capture the beggar girl.

Now trapped in a room devoid of windows, its door an imposing iron barrier, the young beggar girl knew escape was an hopeless dream, and thus, she made no attempt.

Then, on one fateful day, the rich girl made her entrance. With a wicked smile, she struck the beggar girl's cheeks, continuing the assault until she wielded a sturdy wooden bat, shattering the girl's teeth with each merciless blow.

Amidst cries of agony, the beggar girl pleaded for mercy, only to be met with cruel laughter in return.

In the days that followed, the rich girl's cruelty knew no bounds. She severed the beggar girl's tongue, agonizingly plucked out her nails, and cruelly peeled the skin from her limbs. Eventually, she severed her arms and legs, pushing the boundaries of human endurance.

Yet, inexplicably, the beggar girl clung to life, defying the grasp of death. Even fire proved powerless to kill her. Exhausted from her sadistic games, the rich girl finally ended the tormented life by beheading the girl, casting her broken head into the depths of the forest.

Yet, in a twist of fate, the beggar girl's head still clung to life, a single eye bearing witness to unimaginable pain.

Then, a vision appeared before the girl—a breathtakingly beautiful woman, her presence radiating warmth and kindness. The woman smiled, her voice a soothing melody, as she gazed upon the beggar girl's new, fully grown body.

In that moment, the beggar girl marveled at her transformation. Her hair, once dull and tangled, now flowed like a radiant waterfall of pink silk. Her eyes held a unique sparkle, her every feature an enchanting masterpiece. And the art of cultivation, gifted to her by this beautiful woman.

"What shall I call you?" inquired the beautiful woman.

"I don't have name," replied the girl, touched by the woman's divine presence.

"Then from this day forth, you shall be Maki," the woman proclaimed, her smile imbuing the room with a celestial light. "As you blossom into adulthood, seek me out. My name is----"

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In the vast sky, graceful birds soared with elegance, creating a mesmerizing display of freedom and wonder.

"It's so beautiful," whispered a young girl as she looked up at the expansive heavens. This girl, with short, untamed black hair and worn-out clothes, bore the appearance of a beggar, with hardships evident in her features.

Time and again, she begged for food, but when she approached a wealthy girl, the latter ordered her guard to capture the beggar.

Now trapped in a windowless room with an imposing iron door, the young beggar girl knew escape was impossible, so she made no attempt.

Then, on a fateful day, the rich girl entered the room. With a wicked smile, she struck the beggar girl's cheeks, relentlessly using a sturdy wooden bat that shattered the girl's teeth.

Amidst cries of pain, the beggar girl begged for mercy, only to be met with cruel laughter.I think you should take a look at

In the following days, the rich girl's cruelty knew no bounds. She cut off the beggar girl's tongue, painfully pulled out her nails, and cruelly peeled the skin from her limbs. Eventually, she severed her arms and legs, pushing the limits of human endurance.

Yet, against all odds, the beggar girl clung to life, defying death itself. Even fire failed to end her suffering. Exhausted from her sadistic games, the rich girl beheaded the girl, casting her broken form into the forest.

But fate had another twist in store—the beggar girl's head still clung to life, one eye witnessing unimaginable pain.

Then, a vision appeared before her—a breathtakingly beautiful woman radiating warmth and kindness. The woman smiled, her voice a soothing melody, as she saw the beggar girl's transformed, fully grown body.

The beggar girl marveled at her change. Her hair, once dull, now flowed like a radiant waterfall of pink silk. Her eyes sparkled uniquely, each feature an enchanting masterpiece. She had gained the ability of cultivation, a gift from the ethereal woman.

"What should I call you?" inquired the beautiful woman.

"I have no name," replied the girl, touched by the woman's divine presence.

"Then, from now on, you shall be Maki," the woman proclaimed, her smile illuminating the room. "As you grow, seek me out. My name is ----"

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In a softly lit room, delicate curtains swayed gracefully in the gentle breeze. At the center of the room, a beautiful bed adorned with intricate carvings and delicate silk sheets exuded elegance. The surroundings, with flowers and flickering candles, created a warm and romantic ambiance.

Lying on the bed, a young woman radiated tranquility. Her fair skin had a subtle blush, a sign of vitality. As she slept, her peaceful expression portrayed innocence.

The young woman's crowning glory was her hair—a cascade of pale pink silk gently framing her face. With each breath, her hair swayed like it was enchanted by her beauty. The room's soft light made her hair shimmer like a precious gem.

Her features were a delicate symphony, each element harmoniously blending into an artistic masterpiece. Her lashes rested gently on her cheeks, casting soft shadows, while her slightly parted rosy lips seemed to invite the sweetest dreams.

She wore an elegant nightgown that accentuated her figure, leaving much to the imagination.

The moonlight painted the room in silver hues, adding an ethereal touch. Every corner of the space seemed enchanted by the rare beauty before them.

The young woman was Maki. She opened her eyes, and crystal-like tears dropped from her eyes. She bit her lips, holding back her tears.

Maki always focused on her cultivation to find that beautiful woman. When she thought she was powerful enough, she was caught by Morimo and became his slave.

On Morimo's orders, she came here to control the kingdom, only to become a slave to another person. This other person was after her virginity, which she couldn't afford to lose no matter what. If she lost her virginity, then she would become crippled, and she didn't know what she should do when that time came.

She struggle to resist, but she just couldn't resist at all, only following orders of others like a mindless slave.

As Maki thought of going on like this, tears fell on the pillow, wetting it.