Dual Cultivator Reborn [System In The Cultivation World] Chapter 1014: Three beauties will be your slaves

The entire inn went into a stunned silence the moment Yohan hoisted the man into the air by his neck from behind. The innkeeper's jaw hung slack, eyes wide with disbelief as he observed the bizarre scene while pressed against the walls. Simultaneously, the three women tailing the imposter were equally astonished; they never in their wildest imaginations envisioned a scenario where their supposed 'Young Master' would be helplessly ensnared by an unknown man, attempting to escape like a cornered rat.

"What did you do to her family?" Yohan's frigid voice pierced the silence. He repeated the question, his gaze chilling, causing the very atmosphere to thicken with tension. The imposter, caught off guard, felt a surge of despair. His face flushed crimson as breathing became a monumental effort within Yohan's grasp. In that instant, a horrifying realization dawned upon him: he had likely crossed paths with someone he should never have provoked.

He, too, was a cultivator of modest standing, at the peak of the Body Strengthening realm. Yet, despite his cultivation base, an overwhelming sense of helplessness washed over him. He understood with chilling clarity that the man holding him had subjugated his cultivation far beyond his own.

"Hey, you scoundrels, what are you waiting for? Save me!" he shrieked at the top of his lungs, summoning every ounce of his remaining strength, desperately calling his lackeys to his aid and to free him from Yohan's iron grip. The instant his command left his lips, the armored figures snapped to attention, exchanged fleeting glances, and then charged towards Yohan, their swords glinting as they were drawn.

"Plup"

"Plup"

"Plup"

An unforeseen turn of events unfolded: one by one, the charging figures collapsed onto the ground, writhing in agony from excruciating pain in their lower extremities. Lucine stood amidst them, a blood-drenched sword in his hand, gazing down at the groaning figures as he systematically severed their legs.

"Ignorant fools..." Lucine muttered, his gaze sweeping over the fallen men. He had efficiently disabled them, cutting off their legs before they could even reach the center of the inn where Yohan held the imposter; he had certainly had enough of this charade.

"Young Master Yohan, what shall I do with these individuals? They have committed the grave offense of impersonating soldiers of the Lin clan. What is your command regarding them?" Lucine finally turned his head, looking towards Yohan. The moment these words left his lips, every soul present—including the three women and the innkeeper—froze, their gazes snapping to Yohan in shock.

The man impersonating him went completely limp, his soul seemingly ready to abandon his body.

"Young... Master... Yohan," he stammered, utter horror gripping his heart. He had never, not even in his most terrifying nightmares, conceived of offending the actual Yohan. Every misdeed, every crime he had committed up to that point under the guise of Yohan's name, flashed before his eyes.

"Decapitate them and display their heads at the entrance of Solane," Yohan stated calmly, his voice steady as he issued the order to Lucine.

A dark pallor washed over the faces of the men upon hearing Yohan's sentence. Already crippled and facing a lifetime of agony, they were now to lose their heads as well. Overwhelmed with terror, they looked towards their 'master,' hurling silent curses for tricking them into believing he was a member of the esteemed Lin clan. These men were mere bandits and mercenaries, believing they had escaped their wretched lives when 'Young Master Yohan' approached them. They had never imagined, not even in their wildest dreams, that they were being deceived by an imposter.

"You even deceived them..." Yohan murmured, recognizing the man's cunning. A flicker of pity for the thugs and mercenaries surfaced within him, but alas, it did not alter the undeniable truth of their lifelong heinous crimes. Yohan gestured to Lucine, signifying his assent to end their suffering and send them to the afterlife.

"We were innocent! Please, spare us, Young Master Yohan!"

"Yes, that scoundrel tricked us! Have mercy, Lord Yohan!"

"We were wronged! Please allow us to live; we vow to turn over a new leaf!"

One after another, the thugs began to beg, imploring Yohan for clemency. The onlookers stared at them, expressions of bewilderment etched on their faces. The three women who had been following the imposter, believing him to be the genuine Yohan, were utterly dumbfounded.

Yohan completely disregarded their pleas. He understood that a snake's nature could never truly change; a snake remained a snake. Furthermore, these men were already crippled, their lives effectively over. Death, in his view, was the only mercy he could offer.

Lucine systematically decapitated each individual, plunging the inn into a cacophony of ear-splitting screams. The sheer horror of the scene before their very eyes had profoundly traumatized every single bystander, yet none dared to utter a sound. Paralyzed by dread, they could only fix their gaze upon Yohan, who stood nonchalantly, the neck of one man held firmly in his grasp.

This was the authentic Yohan—a figure of immense renown, a legend whose meteoric rise had established him as the preeminent force in eliminating the Northern Region's most formidable figures. He was a man whose influence cast a shadow over the Royal Family and the region's four great clans.

A collective, nervous gulp echoed through the room. This individual was the genuine article, far removed from the impostor who merely resorted to brawling while his subordinates extorted money from local businesses.

It was at this precise juncture that Yohan finally released the imposter from his iron grip.

"Thud"

The man plummeted to the ground, drawing in ragged gasps for air. His breaths grew heavy as his lungs struggled to fill. His complexion had turned utterly ashen, having been ensnared like a cornered rat within Yohan’s grasp. He had resigned himself to being crushed, all hope of escaping the premises alive extinguished. Yet, a glimmer of possibility, a potential avenue for survival, presented itself.

With this thought dawning, he abruptly turned towards Yohan, his forehead immediately making contact with the ground.

"I am an admirer! I hold you in the highest esteem, my lord! I implore you... please, grant me your forgiveness! My ignorance led me astray; I failed to recognize your true stature! I was utterly blind! Show me mercy this once!" he pleaded, Yohan’s pardon being his sole focus.

"You may also have these three women for your own pleasure; from this moment forward, they are yours to command. I beg you, spare my life," he added in a tone of utter desperation. After all, he was well aware of Yohan's multiple companions and the recent influx of women brought under his protection. Perhaps such a generous offering might sway Yohan's disposition.

The three women who had been accompanying the impostor stood frozen in terror. Their faces darkened at his words; he was truly a detestable man, readily sacrificing them to a monstrous fate to ensure his own survival. A profound sense of betrayal and helplessness washed over them, their lives seemingly forfeit. The man before them, though composed, was undeniably ruthless. Now, all three found themselves entangled with the wrong man, a mere pretender, their own survival hanging precariously by a thread, uncertain of what the true Yohan might decide.

"Haha! I knew you would appreciate my generous offer! After all, I hand-picked these three as exceptional beauties! Take them! Use them as you see fit, my lord!" The man erupted into manic laughter, convinced his grand gesture had met Yohan's approval.

"You unnerve me," Yohan murmured.

"What?" The man's expression soured as he looked up. His heart plummeted as he met Yohan's gaze, which was now devoid of warmth and filled with a chilling killing intent. An oppressive force bore down upon him, rendering him immobile, as if crushed by an immense weight.

"My lord..." his voice quivered, his heart seized by palpable fear.

"Allow me to bestow upon you a parting gift: may you rot in the netherworld and never forget this face, you insignificant wretch!" Yohan declared, a sinister smile gracing his handsome features. In the ensuing moment, he raised his right leg and brought it down upon the man's head, crushing it like a ripe watermelon. He extinguished the man's life without a shred of mercy.

The instant the decisive blow was struck, a wave of shock rippled through the onlookers. The innkeeper and the three women instinctively recoiled, stumbling backward before collapsing onto their buttocks, their hearts consumed by abject horror.