“Just wait out here. I'll be out in a moment.” The red-haired lady says, her hand on the door knob.

“Go on. Take your time.” Taylor says with a wave of his hand.

“Hmph. It won't take long.” She says with some attitude before opening the door and closing it behind her.

“What a weird girl.” Taylor says aloud before looking down at his pants. “Man, won't this boner just go away?” He asks with a shake of his head.

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Jesse walks into the shack and goes into the dining area, packing some snacks for the trip into the bag. She then hurries to her bedroom.

Her master’s cultivation technique was safely stored inside and she couldn't leave it here. Everything else of value from his master's collection over the years had already been shipped to Johan and was under heavy guard, but it was necessary for her to keep the cultivation technique close. It was a very precious technique and had to be closely guarded.

Unfortunately, Jesse tends to overestimate her ability. She was just a young lady on the first stage of cultivation. And for these few days without her master, she's was like a lamb left under the watchful eye of the wolves in the shadows. The only reason she wasn't immediately attacked and looted for treasure was out of wariness for what her master had possibly left behind.

But there was nothing. The dao she and her master practiced was very closely related to karma, and it teaches them to allow things to happen as they may. Even Johan found out about his blood brother's death a little late.

So through either coincidence or sheer luck, the wolves came out of hiding just as Taylor had arrived. If someone had a small understanding of karma and watched as the pieces moved in concert to save the helpless lamb from being ravaged by wolves, they might be inclined to believe in god.

But sometimes, life needs more than god watching over us…

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Jesse begins to move the piles of manga and light novels before moving the dresser away from the wall.

When the wall was bear she shoved her fist in and broke the thin outer layer, revealing a space where the cultivation technique sat quietly.

Jesse smiles and picks up the technique before bending down to put it in her bag.

While she moves the stuff in her bag around to make space for the book, a large figure quietly enters Jesse's bedroom.

As Jesse shoved the book in her bag, the figure steps behind her and places a cloth dipped in poison over her mouth. This man had cultivated this poison himself and he found it useful in many ways. If he was to describe it he would say that, ‘If cupid's arrows instantly made you fall asleep, this poison is what it would feel like.’ He would also no doubt grin deviously.

The poison didn't sink in right a way and Jesse was able to struggle. In the short moments of her awareness she was able to fling her arms around, the back of her fist catching the assailant on the nose.

The man steps back and clutches at his face, feeling the blood begin to pour out.

“Bitch.” He says as he looks up to find her looking at him, her fist ready to punch out. But just as she leaned into punch, her body loses the energy and she collapses onto the ground.

The man smiles, and while ignoring his bleeding nose, he moves to pick Jesse off the ground before tossing her onto the bed.

“I was originally just going to rob and kill you. But it would be a waste of that body of yours.” The man says as he unbuckles his pants. “And you made this personal.” He continues to say, before moving over and grabbing at Jesse's martial arts shirt and opening it up to reveal that Jesse wasn’t wearing a bra.

A disgusting glee was immediately expressed on the assailant’s face. But just as he was about to move his hands, someone else came into the room.

“Hey, do you have consent for that?” Taylor asks as he leans on the doorframe to watch the show. The man was a fourth stage cultivator, but after watching all of this go down, it would take one slap from Taylor to delete this man's existence.

The man looks over and frowns. He assumed Taylor was another assailant looking for the old master's treasure. “Who the fuck cares about consent?” The man says, angry at being interrupted with his pants down. “Look man, you can have a turn after I'm done, but I was here first.” He says, ready to struggle for the right.

“Man, you are going about this all wrong. Even if I let you go through with it, you'd be fucking a piece of meat and the idea of this woman. It would be no different than jerking off with your hand, to whatever weird porn you're into.” Taylor says with a shake of his head. “I'm telling you man, you don't fuck a woman's body, you fuck her soul.” Taylor says, trying to sound poetic.

The assailant gives Taylor a weird look. What the fuck is this guy talking about? He thinks to himself. “Do you know how fucking retarded that sounds?” The man says honestly.

Taylor raises his arms and shrugs. “I'm just saying man. Consent-" Taylor says, activating his technique and instantly appearing in front of the assailant. “Makes the world go ‘round.” He continues to say before bringing down a slap onto the large man's face. His open hand immediately glows white and when the slap resounded out, it was like the thunder for the white flash that engulfed the room.

A collapsing sound follows and the pants-less lower body of the assailant fell to the floor; his upper body was nowhere to be seen.

Taylor looks over to Jesse and sighs. “Better wake this bitch up.” He says, before leaving the room and going to the kitchen to grab a big bowl before filling it with water.

He re-enters the room with the bowl and walks over to Jesse's unconscious body and exposed breasts.

Of course, Taylor takes a look and he immediately gulps, sweat beginning to come out of his pours and a heat once again appearing in his pants.

Taylor immediately pours the cold water onto his own face.

“Bitch.” Taylor says, expressing some anger before leaving the room and exiting the shack.

Taylor quickly pulls out a cigarette and breathes it in after lighting it, calming his body like a consolation prize.

Let the bitch sleep. Taylor thinks to himself as he continues to breathe the smoke in deeply. It’s going to be a long night though. Good thing I bought that carton of smokes earlier… Taylor thinks with a sigh.