CHAPTER 144: 144 - TORTURE

"Junior brother Qingyi!" A loud knock on the door woke Qingyi, who let out a grunt and looked at the voluptuous beauty sleeping peacefully in his arms.

He smiled softly as he let his hands fall on her plump, juicy ass with a loud clap, delighting in the cute squeal that escaped the woman’s lips as her soft buttocks jiggled with the impact.

"Ughn~~ you damn womanizer... if you love my ass so much, kiss it instead of spanking it!"

Ruxue stood up with a long, pained moan, caressing her burning ass.

"As you wish." Qingyi grabbed her hips and spun her around, pressing his lips against the sweet, creamy skin of her ass in a short kiss.

Lifting his gaze, he saw Ruxue’s beautiful face flushed a fiery red, her full, purple lips quivering softly.

She hadn’t expected him to actually do that.

Hiding her blushing face, she fled towards the heaven-defying thunder sword.

Qingyi just laughed at the sight, shaking his head as he got up and dressed.

He opened the door and was greeted by Juechen.

"Good morning, Junior Brother Qingyi, the prisoner is ready, the others are waiting in the dungeon."

"Good morning, Senior Brother Juechen, has something happened?" Qingyi asked, noticing the tension in Juenchen’s shoulders.

"The bastards attacked three other villages during the night and completely wiped out the local population. Whatever they’re planning to do with so many people, it’s not going to be a good thing." Juechen replied, unable to hide a flash of anger in his voice.

"They’ll pay for it." Qingyi said, following Juechen down the corridor.

He himself couldn’t stop his heart from trembling slightly.

So many people... surely there were women and children among them too.

He was a selfish man and far from a hero, but he wasn’t so cruel as to ignore the suffering of these people.

"Yes, they will." Juenche repeated.

The two of them walked through the lord’s mansion, soon descending a dark, cold staircase that revealed a deep, stuffy dungeon, poorly lit by torches spaced every few dozen meters.

There were hundreds of prisoners there, resting on piles of their own excrement and tied to the walls by chains that sucked their Qi incessantly.

The nauseating smell made Qingyi shudder.

God... when was the last time he’d been in a place like this? No, had he even been in such a horrible place in his entire life?

"Don’t feel sorry for them," one of the guards approached.

"Ordinary criminals don’t stay here. Each one of them is a monster whose crimes are so repugnant that I don’t even dare mention them." He clicked his tongue in disgust, leading Qingyi and Juechen to a steel door.

When they opened the heavy door, they found Ruhu and Huntao already waiting for them.

In a corner, Qingyi could see the demonic cultivator.

His mask no longer covered his face, revealing aged features distorted by hatred.

With a soft sigh, the handsome young man walked up to the demonic cultivator and knelt down in front of him.

"Ah... do you think your torture is going to make me say something, brat? I’m already dead."

The demonic cultivator revealed a bloody smile, which Qingyi responded to with his lips rising gently.

"Yes, you’re dead, but..." Qingyi pointed a single finger covered in thunderous Qi towards the man’s big toe.

"This death could be a lot less painful."

Qingyi’s calm voice was answered with desperate screams as flesh, skin and bone were torn apart, the cultivator’s big toe being reduced to a bloody, smoking mess.

"Are you from the demon cult? What are you doing outside the nine peaks basin?" The handsome young man asked, moving his finger to the cultivator’s other toe.

"Ugh... Fuck you, you pretty-faced son of a bitch!" The cultivator cursed through his tears, his body writhing as Qingyi destroyed another of his fingers, collapsing my meridians and melting his skin and flesh to the bone.

Qingyi’s three companions couldn’t help but shudder at the sight, smelling the scent of burning flesh.

They even wondered if Qingyi himself had the stomach to do something like this the day before, but it seemed that they were the ones who needed the stomach the most.

"Why are you kidnapping those people?" Qingyi asked again, ignoring the man’s cries.

" Because..." The demonic cultivator opened his mouth, a smile appearing on Qingyi’s face.

It looked like it would be easier than he thought, but unfortunately, Qingyi didn’t get the answer he was expecting.

"M-my dick in yours-" The demonic cultivator shouted.

Qingyi’s face crumbled into a cold expression, his fist hitting the cultivator’s jaw with a dry thud and shutting him up.

"It seems you really enjoy suffering." Qingyi continued the torture, ignoring the cries of despair and pain that echoed through the chamber.

After finishing with all the toes, Qingyi moved on to the fingers before finally attacking the feet and hands themselves.

Still, the demonic cultivator didn’t speak, turning all his despair into curses, his eyes rolling back as he arched his body.

"Ah..." Qingyi finally pulled away, looking at the distorted and broken shoulders of the cultivator whose consciousness had faded.

Picking up a healing pill, he tossed it into the man’s mouth.

"I don’t think that bastard’s going to say anything," he turned to Juechen, who just shook his head.

"Let’s wait for him to recover and do another round. He’s going to break at some point."

"YOUNG MASTER JUECHEN!" A loud voice caught everyone’s attention and a panting soldier burst into the torture chamber.

"A new attack has just taken place in a village ten kilometers to the north! A guard has been sent and they’re fighting off the attackers right now!" The soldier spoke hurriedly.

"Come on, now!" Juechen roared, running out of the dungeon before activating his movement technique.

Qingyi followed soon after, activating his lightning steps.

His body was covered in a thunderous aura as the four of them tore through the skies towards the attacked village.