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Chapter 667: The Survival Instinct
With a fluid, utterly uninhibited movement, Ethan brought his massive open hand down hard, delivering a resounding, heavy slap directly against Heidy’s left buttocks. The sharp sound echoed loudly across the enclosed clinical room, leaving a deep crimson print on her pale, scarred flesh.
"That absolute resilience is exactly why I thoroughly love warriors who claim they can tolerate everything," said Ethan, a dark, mocking chuckle escaping his chest.
The fallen sword master’s ancient pride instantly shattered into a volcano of absolute, blinding fury. To be physically violated and humiliated in such a casual, dirty manner by a mere frontier brat was a baseline insult her soul could not endure. Her entire body violently trembled as she attempted to forcefully spin around and wrap her bare fingers around his throat, but Ethan’s physical execution was vastly faster.
Before her muscles could even contract, his large hand blurred through the air.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
With terrifying, flawless precision, Ethan driven a long Spiritual Gold needle straight into the base of her cervical spine, followed immediately by nine more needles slammed into hyper-specific neural nodes along her major skeletal framework. The volatile, dense energy locked down her system instantly. Heidy’s body violently seized for a fraction of a second before becoming completely, flawlessly paralyzed against the cold obsidian table.
Ethan slowly leaned his massive frame down, positioning his face mere inches away from hers. Her wide, dark eyes were completely bloodshot, filled with an unadulterated, murderous rage, yet she could not blink or move a single millimeter of her face.
"Come on, move for me, you arrogant bitch," said Ethan, his amethyst eyes carrying a terrifying, predatory coldness. "Before I initiate your actual structural cure, do you want to know the absolute operational reason why I refuse to treat male cultivators on this mountain?"
A sudden, freezing sensation of absolute psychological terror flooded Heidy’s locked mind. Her thoughts frantically raced as she stared into his pitch-black, swirling gaze, a horrifying realization beginning to take root within her heart.
"Yes, exactly what you are thinking right now," said Ethan, his deep baritone dropping into a low, thoroughly demonic whisper that brushed against her ear. "I absolutely love dominating and fucking powerful women. Right now, while you are completely incapable of moving a single centimeter, I am going to forcefully open your thighs and drive my massive cock straight to the hilt inside your tight vagina. After I am completely finished tearing through that, I am going to turn you over and ruin your anus, before finally forcing you to swallow every single drop of my release. I am going to thoroughly break your valkyrie pride. By the time I am officially done administering my discipline, your mind will be entirely addicted to my dick, and you will never be able to live without it."
Boom!
The psychological trigger exploded within her soul like a volatile supernova. The absolute terror of facing her deepest, most humiliating nightmare once again caused her dormant, Peak Golden Core cultivation base to violently detonate from within. Her blood fiercely boiled, and a massive, terrifying wave of spiritual energy erupted from her fractured Dantian, nearly fracturing the absolute seals of the ten Spiritual Gold needles anchoring her spine.
[Her internal energy has officially achieved its absolute maximum saturation point, kid,] said Crul, his voice cutting through Ethan’s mind with perfect mathematical clarity. [Her survival instinct has completely overridden her systemic stagnation. Proceed with the primary restructuring immediately.]
"Good," Ethan murmured darkly under his breath.
Without wasting a single second, Ethan ripped open a premium leather pouch, exposing over one hundred shimmering Spiritual Gold needles. Moving with the blinding speed of a multi-armed Asura, his hands systematically hammered the golden shafts across her entire bare body—puncturing her shoulders, her ribcage, her lower abdomen, and her thighs.
The violent, unhinged energy exploding from her desperate Dantian was suddenly caught by the massive network of gold needles. Instead of tearing her flesh apart from the inside, the terrifying pressure was perfectly trapped, channeled, and distributed across her entire broken meridian framework. Ethan had intentionally utilized the most devastating, humiliating psychological stimulation possible to make her genuinely believe she was seconds away from a brutal violation. Her primal instinct to survive and protect her body had forced her system to unleash one hundred percent of its hidden, dormant power—completely unlocking the deadened pathways so his treatment could forge her anew amidst the flames of her own fury.
[Hold the alignment steady, kid,] said Crul, his voice echoing with sharp mathematical urgency. [The structural back-draft is hitting her secondary pathways right now. Initiate the primary integration phase.]
Ethan didn’t waste a single heartbeat. His large hands moved with absolute precision across Heidy’s trembling, gold-pinned form. He was no longer the mocking predator; his amethyst eyes split into the chilling )o( void pattern, tracking the chaotic, burning torrents of Peak Golden Core qi as they violently smashed against his golden needles.
To completely restructure a lineage that the finest alchemists of the capital had deemed a permanent impossibility, standard medical logic had to be thoroughly incinerated. Ethan utilized the supreme, esoteric insights of the Amethyst Lord to perform a mystical alchemical welding inside her living flesh. As the desperate, survival-driven energy surged through her system, Ethan used the Spiritual Gold needles as lightning rods, forcefully bending the wild currents of her own qi to act as a hammer.
He wasn’t merely patching the broken pathways; he was melting down and forging entirely new meridians out of the calcified ruins of the old ones.
The calcified, scarred tissue inside her thoracic cavity was violently torn apart at a microscopic level, dissolved by the sheer density of the channeled energy, and instantly restructured into wider, pristine spiritual conduits capable of handling vastly greater pressure. It was a mystical blueprint executed with absolute surgical violence.
However, the warnings Ethan had uttered before the treatment were not a single fraction of a lie.
The physical and spiritual pain that slammed into Heidy’s consciousness the moment the reconstruction initiated was so utterly, overwhelmingly horrific that it transcended any baseline understanding of torture. It felt as if thousands of jagged, white-hot iron blades were being slowly dragged back and forth through the deepest, most sensitive nerves of her internal being, accompanied by the sensation of molten lead being forcefully pumped straight into her bone marrow.
Her proud warrior mind, which had successfully survived brutal frontier massacres and agonizing poisonings without ever shedding a single tear, completely fractured within seconds under the sheer weight of the agony. Because the ten paralysis needles locked her physical vocal cords and muscles in an iron vice, she couldn’t even unleash a physical scream to vent the pressure. Instead, a muffled, deeply pathetic whimpering sound vibrated entirely within her closed throat.
Her mind spun into an absolute, dark abyss of torment. For a terrifying, endless sequence of minutes, every single shred of her legendary valkyrie pride was thoroughly crushed into dust. She no longer thought about power, she no longer cared about her glorious path toward the summit, and she completely forgot about her burning desire for vengeance. As the golden needles vibrated with the heat of the mystical restructuring, her shattered consciousness truly, desperately began to beg for nothing more than the sweet, permanent release of an immediate death.