Chapter 95: Cruel Punishment!

It's still at least three hours until dawn.

Chen Yi He was awakened by a basin of cold water, and he found himself in a sealed, dark cage; the light here was pitifully dim.

The only bright thing was the fire basin placed on the ground, inside which the coals burned red-hot.

Chen Yi He's hands and feet were bound with refined iron chains, and his body was locked to an iron plate.

Standing before Chen Yi He was Huang Gao Yu. Behind Huang Gao Yu followed his eight subordinates.

Huang Gao Yu's hateful face was directed at Chen Yi He, making him feel faintly nauseous.

The Six Paths Sword Qi still lingered inside Chen Yi He, tormenting him but not enough to kill him outright. They controlled his body, leaving him unable to resist.

Huang Gao Yu held a long, thin whip in his hand.

"Smack!" It struck Chen Yi He's body hard.

"Smack!" Another lash came down.

The two lashes made Chen Yi He instantly alert.

The whip was an iron whip, roasted over fierce fire and sprinkled with salt; one strike would split the flesh and make blood flow incessantly, no matter how tough the body.

Chen Yi He had never been this strong before; he clenched his lips and refused to make a sound, knowing that if he groaned or begged for mercy, Huang Gao Yu would win!

"Damn it, just like that stinking woman, you won't speak or cry out, right?" Huang Gao Yu smoothed his hair, then lashed out fiercely—whipping nonstop, wildly!

"Hahaha!" Huang Gao Yu laughed while whipping; he had held in his resentment for half a year, and now he could finally vent it!

Since Chen Yi He seized Huang Gao Yu's Purple Tempered Sword, Huang Gao Yu had become a laughingstock in the martial world; he couldn't hold his head up before his father. How could he endure such resentment? In these last two or three hours tonight, Chen Yi He is his punching bag!

He wanted to torture Chen Yi He enough, then let him go to die!

"Aren't you so fierce? Ah!" One lash.

"Aren't you so arrogant? Why aren't you arrogant now?" Another lash.

"Whip you to death, you damned bastard!" Another lash.

Huang Gao Yu didn't know how many lashes he had thrown; Chen Yi He fainted three times in the process, each time revived by Huang Gao Yu splashing cold water on him.

"Do you know what happens when you offend our God Sword Mountain Villa?" Huang Gao Yu pinched Chen Yi He's chin, grinning hideously, "This is the consequence."

Chen Yi He spat out a mouthful of phlegm: "Pah!"

Huang Gao Yu tilted his head to dodge, then gave Chen Yi He a hard slap, followed by a backhand slap; finally, unable to contain his anger, he rained several slaps on him, then pointed at Chen Yi He and cursed, "You're just like that loathsome woman—utterly despicable!"

Chen Yi He's resolute gaze flickered.

Huang Gao Yu caught that brief flash and said, "Heh, you must be furious, right? She's my fiancée; I can treat her however I want—I'm practically riding on her neck, and you can't do anything about it, you have no say! Hahaha!"

Chen Yi He had never felt so stifled; his strength was sealed by the Six Paths Sword Qi, unusable, leaving him like a lamb awaiting slaughter, at Huang Gao Yu's mercy. When had he, Chen Yi He, ever endured such humiliation!

"Don't you think Long Yue loves you? That she saved you because she loves you?" Huang Gao Yu, perhaps tired from striking, rubbed his wrist and tossed the whip to the nearest subordinate.

Huang Gao Yu sat in the large chair specially brought by his subordinate, watching the subordinate whip Chen Yi He; he found it truly satisfying, the only thing lacking was that Chen Yi He never made a sound, never spoke, never begged for mercy, which failed to give him the satisfaction he wanted!

Huang Gao Yu drank a cup of tea and said to Chen Yi He, "Don't be self-deluded; a woman like Long Yue would never love anyone. She saved you only because she knows you are my enemy. Do you understand?"

Chen Yi He glared fiercely at Huang Gao Yu. There was no intact patch of skin left on his body; his body resembled a dried-up lakebed, cracked in pieces, flesh turned outward, and in some places even bare bone was visible on the ground.

"You don't understand. She hates me, she hates my father, she hates God Sword Mountain Villa, and she thought you could take her out of this sea of suffering," Huang Gao Yu set down his tea cup and continued, "What a pity she was mistaken—no one can take her out of this suffering, no one can oppose God Sword Mountain Villa! Hahaha!"

"Chen Yi He, do you feel sorry for Long Yue? Ah? The more you pity her, the harsher I'll be toward her!"

"Using a woman as bait, you're truly despicable." Chen Yi He spoke, feeling indignant for Long Yue. Long Yue had spent two months rescuing him from the brink of death; regardless of her motives, to him this was an immense kindness he could never repay.

"Despicable? Heh, if you were to die in the Thousandfold Gate or at Old Man Zhang's hands, that would be fine—but if you're alive, why would you deliberately come here to die? Are you planning to jump out at the crucial moment so the whole world can see my, Huang Gao Yu's, joke?"

Huang Gao Yu rose from the large chair, walked to the fire basin, and pulled out a red-hot iron brand inscribed with characters.

The characters on the brand were no longer clear, but searing it into flesh would be a pain worse than death; whether it left a scar didn't matter for Chen Yi He, who was about to bid farewell at dawn.

The cage was dim; the red glow of the brand reflected on Huang Gao Yu's face, making him look especially terrifying. "Dawn is near—let's do this a few more times," he said.

Chen Yi He could no longer react to the brand; his body had been tortured to the point of not obeying his brain.

"Sizzle..." like raw meat hitting a hot pan, the merciless brand pressed onto Chen Yi He's right cheek.

"Ugh ah ah ah!" Chen Yi He finally couldn't hold back and screamed in agony! He thrashed wildly, yet could not break free from the Six Paths Sword Qi's bonds!

Hearing Chen Yi He's painful cries, Huang Gao Yu finally rejoiced! "Hahaha! Hahaha! Ahahaha!"

The more pitiful Chen Yi He's cries became, the more excited Huang Gao Yu's laughter grew!

Half of Chen Yi He's right cheek had sunk inward.

The brand had fused with Chen Yi He's skin; Huang Gao Yu had to exert great force to pry them apart.

Like admiring his own artwork, Huang Gao Yu nodded in satisfaction. He picked up a basin of cold water from a subordinate and poured it over Chen Yi He's head, then ordered the subordinate, "Coat his wounds with honey— the more the better! Then lay him on the ground; I want the ants to gnaw his body to rot!"

"But, Young Villa Master, there's still an hour before the Villa Master comes to take him away."

"Then make good use of this hour—it will be the happiest hour of my life! Hahaha!" Huang Gao Yu, already maddened to the point of losing his humanity, said, "You two, hurry and bring Long Yue here."

Huang Gao Yu coldly said to Chen Yi He, "I will strip Long Yue naked before your eyes..." He then burst into laughter: "Ahahaha!"