“Pa……” His body was suddenly struck by the whip, as if hit by a force of a thousand pounds. He flew out like a straw doll, blood spurting wildly, crashing to the ground and losing consciousness.

Then, this group of young nobles in fine clothes and on spirited horses galloped away with a roar. Inside the carriage, the young noblemen burst into loud laughter.

If it had been the Logan Bennett from before he transmigrated, a single lash like that would have shattered his bones, turned his organs to mush, and killed him outright.

But now, Logan Bennett only had two broken bones and damaged internal organs. Though he was on the verge of death, he still clung to life. The bloodline energy deep within his heart continued to surge forth, protecting his heart and life.

Time passed by, and Logan Bennett remained lying in the middle of the road, unconscious.

Although that mysterious energy kept protecting him, it was not inexhaustible. It grew weaker and weaker, and Logan Bennett’s breathing and heartbeat became fainter and fainter, as death gradually crept over him.

Night fell quickly, but fortunately, no carriages or horses passed by all night; otherwise, he might truly have been trampled to death.

The next day, as the sun rose, Logan Bennett was still lying in the middle of the road, his fate uncertain. The blood from his mouth and nose had already dried, turning a dark purple-black.

Another whole day passed, and dusk began to fall again.

……

Three days had passed since Logan Bennett lost consciousness. This road was indeed desolate; not a single person had passed by in these three days.

Logan Bennett’s breathing and heartbeat were now so weak as to be almost undetectable. If he didn’t receive help soon, he would surely die.

Just then, the sound of hoofbeats came from the distance, growing closer and closer. Two warriors were guarding a carriage, galloping at full speed.

As they drew near, it became clear that both warriors were women.

Both wore tight leather outfits—one red, one black. Their figures were athletic and stunningly curvaceous, especially their long legs, exuding a fiery allure. Riding atop their horses, their waist and hip curves were so striking as to be almost unbearable to look at.

Most striking of all, the two women looked exactly alike—the same beautiful, deep-set features, resembling a Eurasian mix from Earth.

Such beauty, combined with devilish figures, would be irresistible even alone. Yet here were identical twins—truly the kind of women to drive men mad.

Chapter 3: An Improper Request

Although this was a deserted mountain area with no one around, the two female warriors remained highly alert, their eyes cold as stars, holding curved blades, their whole demeanor like that of panthers ready to pounce at any moment.

The carriage they guarded was long and large, drawn by two fine horses, though it didn’t look particularly luxurious.

The three horses and carriage sped along, drawing ever closer to the unconscious Logan Bennett lying on the ground. The sky was dim, and they were about to trample Logan Bennett; if that happened, he would surely die.

Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters, five meters…

Logan Bennett was about to be trampled by the tall horses.

“Sister, be careful! There’s someone on the road!”

Even though it was already dark, the woman in black leather spotted Logan Bennett lying in the road. She quickly pulled on the reins, stopping her horse.

With a loud neigh, the galloping horse beneath her was forcibly halted, its front hooves raised high as it stopped.

Meanwhile, the woman in red leather reached out with her delicate hand and actually managed to stop two horses at once—one she was riding, and the other pulling the carriage. The carriage behind, propelled by inertia, continued forward, but she stopped it with her other hand.

No one would have expected such a sexy and alluring figure to possess such immense strength.

“Sister, you guard the carriage and don’t move,” the woman in black instructed, then drew her curved blade and leapt off her horse, walking toward Logan Bennett.

“Okay, be careful, sister.” As expected, the two were twin sisters. The younger one also drew her curved blade and guarded the carriage.

They seemed to value the carriage greatly—who knew what was inside?

The woman in black approached Logan Bennett, first holding her blade to his neck, then checking his breath. Seeing his hair and beard in disarray, his clothes like a burlap sack, and his appearance wild and unkempt, she frowned and said, “It’s a savage, almost dead. Might as well just kill him.”

With that, she raised her blade to cut down at Logan Bennett’s neck.

“Don’t, sister!” The younger one quickly jumped down and said, “To save a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.”

The woman in black said, “Savages eat people and drink blood—they all deserve to die.”

The younger sister walked up to Logan Bennett and said, “But what if he’s not a savage? Let’s wake him up first and see if he can speak the Central Plains language. If he can, we won’t kill him.”

As she spoke, she had already propped Logan Bennett up, channeled dragon power to clear the blood vessels in his chest, and put a pill in his mouth, helping him swallow it with water.

……

No one knew how much time passed before Logan Bennett slowly regained consciousness.

He found himself inside a carriage, greeted by two identical beautiful faces. The only difference was in their eyes—one cold and sharp, the other innocent and dreamy.