I awoke to the acrid stench of urine and blood. I groaned inwardly and turned over causing spikes of pain to rage through my head.

“Get up” a voice whispered. “quickly.” Although my body was still in intense pain, my finely honed survival instincts warned me of danger and a spike of fear flooded through me.

I looked up to see a teenager kneeling against a set of iron bars. I quickly scrambled up to him and adopted the same position. Looking out the side of my eyes I noticed there were several cages filled with people. All had adopted the kneeling position.

“They are here.” The boy next to me whispered.

Two young men entered from a door at the end of the corridor. They sneered as they looked from cage to cage.

“Such trash, how are we supposed to cultivate to Inner Disciples by feeding off this garbage?” the tallest youth said.

“Come on Peter, this is what the Master has assigned us let’s just get this over and done with.” The other boy said as he opened up a random cage and dragged a slave out.

“You chose this trash so you go first then Steven, I will administer the soul vibrations.’

I watched the two disciples carefully as they began. Knowledge was power, I didn’t know how this world worked, but I had spend a lifetime as a slave. I knew how to survive.

The slave began to shake as the one called Peter channeled some form of energy into the slaves head. The other discipline stood at the slaves feet and it almost looked as if he was absorbing some kind of energy.

Soon the slave passed out and was thrown back into the cage and the next slave was taken out and the ritual repeated. This went on for sometime before the disciplines finally arrived in front of me.

I didn’t resist as they began. I felt a thread of energy enter into my head strike at the core of my soul causing me to shudder. As the energy cycled through my body it caused my soul to slightly expand and release a small burst of energy was was drawn towards my feet and absorbed by the other disciple.

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I gasped as I realized what they were doing. They were attacking my soul which would cause it to grow and release energy which they fed upon. This was very similar to the ritual of Ne La which the Master Demons had so enjoyed. While painful it was nothing compared to the horrors I had endured. It was then that I realized something amazing. The Master Demons had been adept at refining and binding the power of the soul as fuel for their power, they too used countless slaves as batteries, but every slave was sealed by a Demon seal so they could not utilize their Soul Qi.  In this world I had no seal!

I closed my mind off to the pain running through my body with an expert will as I focused my senses on my new bodies soul. I despaired instantly as I studied my internal energy. Even though I had only been a slave in my previous life I had enormous levels of soul power due to my ability to survive the various torments of the Master Demons.

However, in this world this body would be lucky if it could raise so much as a grain of sand of Qi!

Thinking quickly before the two young disciples broke contact I focused all my strength on raising a speck of Qi the size of a piece of dust. Slowly as it shuddered like a candle in the wind I covered the outside of it so it matched the fluctuations the disciplines were running through me. As I released it I felt it travel down through my meridians and out into the disciple at my feet and lodge into his body.

Then the pain finally broke through my concentration finally and I collapsed into darkness.