Blood Summoner: Rise of Weaponmancer

"Without regard for your dignity as a woman, let me begin with my own questioning section. You stated that a war will be fought; what do you know about the strategy and the time frame in which you will be taking action?""Don't try to lie; you know I can tell when you are lying."

His face was only a few inches away; his handsome, cold face was visible in her eyes, which were already blurry for objects that were a long distance away.

A guy like Galen would do well if he was his sex thing for the night if it weren't for her defeat right now.

As though Galen could read her perverted thoughts, immediately after she finished thinking about them, his hands descended on her cheek, landing a brutal slap that resounded across the whole room, making Emelia, who was trying her best to calm her sobbing, sob even louder. but then, after seeing his sharp glare, she shut the hell up and ran out of the room, her hands holding her mouth, stopping her cries from reaching his ear.

He might be lovely and dote on her sometimes, but when he's angry, he becomes a demon that doesn't give a fuck about their blood relationship.

Back in her clan, her hierarchy was only a few positions sway from the top; her presence in the clan was like that of a general in a country, so all the exclusive information was known to her like the backs of her hands.

After hearing the plans the Ling clan will be using, he shook his head and stood up.

"Thanks for the information," he said as he took out a scroll and a quill pen from his spatial ring.

"Please let me be... "After all, I'm your aunt; killing me will be considered a crime."She pleaded with them while threatening them.

Galen scoffed: "Killing you is a crime; why in hell should I care about that?" Anyway, you won't be dying anyway; you will be in a place where you will pray for your own death. "Mystic scroll art... beast dungeon!"

The scroll in his hands glowed brightly, and the quill pen changed shape, becoming larger and more beautiful than before.

The scroll was unfolded; there was already some art on it, but it appeared to be moving.

After moving the pen on the scroll for some time, he turned it towards her.

"Wait... please, I'm your aunt; don't, don't do this to me! nooooo!"

She yelled as her body was sucked inside the scroll.

Immersed, she was sucked inside, and the glow disappeared as well as the pen's transformation back to the appearance it had before.

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Mystic scroll domain—Dungeon of the Beast

It was a domain with different apocalyptic domains, such as a mountainous area with a lot of wild tigers; most of them were demonic beasts, while others were holy beasts, but in this domain, any human that enters will be the villain sorted out by all the beasts, be they demonic beasts or holy beasts.

Sometimes the victim might be thrown into a place like a deep ocean with magical aquatic creatures such as the berserker dolphin or the swordfish.

Oh, just these places, and you regard it as a dangerous zone? Well,  the answer is yes, because in this place the victim has no connection with their cultivation, meaning that their essence can't be used, and even the martial arts strength will be almost impossible to use.

This way, even the smallest Scorpion will be so dangerous that a single sting will take their life; no, it will not take their life; it will only cause them to feel pain, but they will not die.

This way, even if the victim's head is chopped off, they will still be alive; once they are summoned out in the real world, their head will be intact, but it will be very painful, just as it was in the dungeon of beasts.

This treasure and the technique used in calling it out were passed down by the monarch of art, whose name was feared around the world. It was said that just the movement of his pen and the thought in his heart would be enough to create a planet.

Nonetheless, it was against the Primordials' will because it was a forbidden technique to create a planet because it would disrupt the universe's balance.

Even without creating, his traps are also top-notch; most of his traps can trap a soul forever and leave the body in the real world to rot.

His legacy was not only inherited by Galen, but also by other members of the sect he belonged to who practiced the dao of art.

At the peak of the mountains in a deserted land covered in snow and tall mountains was ice.

The ground was also filled with snow; it was a land where snow acted as the uppermost part of the earth.

In this place, the lady appeared, and her eyes evaluated the surroundings before the fear became visible.

Just then, a tiger with white icy fur and a thick blue stripe appeared, and all she could do was stare at the tiger, which was almost as tall as her.

"Roarrrrr!!"

The tiger roared as it charged toward her with top speed; she stood up and was ready to face the beast, which wasn't that strong cultivation-wise.

"Poison whip style, zigzag slash" She called out, but nothing appeared; she was very surprised.

"Poison whip style, zigzag slash!" She called out again, this time sounding more serious than before. Her eyes were focused on her hands.

But still, nothing moved. She looked up ahead of her; the tiger was closing the distance between them so fast.

She became terrified and attempted to feel her dantian to determine what was wrong.

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But damn, her dantian was gone; she pinched herself, and the pain was stinging like fuck, just like how it was when she was still a normal human without a single cultivation.

She slapped herself, and she was feeling the pain that Sting caused like hell.

"God damnit," she cursed as she started fleeing for her life; without cultivation, it was impossible to save herself from the weakest breed of tiger.

Even though she was running at her peak, she was still very weak, and thus her agility decreased so much that she felt like she was as slow as a child.

Her eyes were burning with fear, and in the quest for survival, she ran as fast as she could, panting like a b*tch after a one-hour bedtime exercise.

She looked at her left and right sides, but there was nothing there to save her; all of it was snow mountains and many others.

She took her time and ran toward a mountain. With all of her strength, she started climbing the mountain, but then the white-bodied tiger was already in the middle of the air, flying towards her.

"Shit!" She cursed out loudly, and just as she was about to take another step upward, she tripped and started falling toward the ground from a height of almost five feet.

Normally, climbing five feet is not a difficult task for a cultivator, but now that there is no cultivation, there is no way of surviving the fall.

It was a 50:50 chance of survival; fortunately, she won't land head first, but if she lands leg first, she'll be limp for the rest of her days here.

The tiger collided with the mountain; it was so strong that the mountain started falling down with a large momentum.

The tiger was infuriated at the behavior of its prey; she was shocked at the fierceness in its eyes as it charged towards her once more.

She had already landed, and with her side broken and a few bones broken, she clutched her stomach and began limping away.

Just then, a strong force appeared out of the ground, and it began pulling her out of the place.

Her consciousness dimmed, and before she knew it, she was already in the real world once more, looking at the cold Galen, who had a fierce look on his face as he watched her with no regard for her feelings.

She shuddered at his cold gaze and started moving backward.

"How was your little trip?"

"Please Galen, I'm your aunt; take me as a prisoner, torture me, fuck me, do anything you want to do with me, but please don't send me there; I'm begging you."

Galen smiled.

"Oh, you felt it right, the feeling when your Cultivation is no longer there to back you up as always, that feeling of helplessness against a weak identity your former self, your previous self, will be able to take down with just one punch, aunt, don't worry, you won't die there, and also this is my favorite torture material, see you in a week when the Ling clan is no longer."He said this while returning to the dungeon of beasts.