Chapter 226: Qiang Elder

"Give me a quick death, and I'll tell you a piece of news!"

After the elderly Qiang person was scolded by Chen Wuji, it seemed as if he had suddenly had an epiphany.

"This request really isn't high—just say it!" Chen Wuji shouted.

"You make the first move!"

Chen Wuji:?

"Lao Deng, are you just messing with me like I'm an idiot?" Chen Wuji instantly got angry.

"I'll give you a quick death, then you can speak again—what do you have to say?"

Chen Wuji raised his hand and pressed on the arrow lodged in the elderly Qiang person's belly, turned it, pressed down, then twisted it downwards in a spiral.

This old thing is indeed a tough bone; even though sweat poured like rain and his whole body trembled like chaff being sifted, he stubbornly gritted his teeth and didn't cry out.

"Let go of the elder, you guys come torture me, torture me!" the Qiang person controlled by Qin Zhanhong suddenly shouted fiercely.

Chen Wuji laughed and said, "Turns out you're still an elder—sorry for my disrespect."

"Riwo Buji, shut up!" the elderly Qiang person roared, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam.

In order to endure the pain, he seemed to have bitten his own tongue to pieces.

Or perhaps he tried to bite his tongue to kill himself, but failed, causing added injury and added pain.

Chen Wuji turned his head with a strange look toward the young Qiang person and said, "Riwo Buji, your name seems to have quite a story—I wonder if you have the time to tell it?"

Riwo Buji…

It's a pity that there seems to be a contradiction—having already "Riwo", how can it still not be "Buji"?

Riwo Buji clenched his teeth, turned his head away haughtily, and did not answer Chen Wuji's words.

Qin Zhanhong said, "Riwo Buji is one of the most common names among the Qiang people, meaning 'son of the great mountain'; 'Riwo' does not mean 'great mountain', and 'Ji' generally refers to a male or son."

"Oh? So it's that straightforward?" Chen Wuji felt a bit disappointed.

Splitting it straight down the middle honestly—what a great atmosphere!

Riwo, Buji.

The front is the genuine pursuit, the back is a cover for dignity and face—quite comprehensive.

"Riwo Buji, what is his name?" Chen Wuji asked.

Riwo Buji twisted the corner of his mouth, still not speaking.

"I'll give you one more chance—if you don't answer or just brush it off, I'll chop off a few bits from your elder and feed them to my tiger brother." Chen Wuji said with a sneer, "We've come to this point, and you still want to act tough? Do you think you can succeed? You think you're overthinking things?"

"Lei Yunli!" Riwo Buji shouted unwillingly.

"How did this name suddenly become so proper?"

Chen Wuji felt disappointed again; he had still wanted to find some fun, but then a Han name suddenly popped up.

Riwo Buji took a deep breath, his face full of hatred as he clenched his teeth and said, "Lei is our clan's ancient surname, the oldest and most noble bloodline of our people."

"What he said isn't a lie—the Lei surname among the Qiang tribes is an ancient surname, also a major clan, and they usually hold considerable power." Qin Zhanhong said, "A Qiang elder actually walked across the boundless Shenxian Ling and ended up here; you two had better say something useful, or else, with my husband's methods, you'll find it hard to even want to die."

Chen Wuji: …

You venomous woman, how dare you slander my husband—your pert butt must be flattened!

"Bring whatever means you have!" Lei Yunli shouted angrily, "Riwo Buji, if you dare utter another word, your clan will suffer the gods' curse."

"Cut the crap, in Han lands can your gods even control anything? You don't understand basic common sense." Chen Wuji said disdainfully.

Lei Yunli gave a cold snort, "The supreme heavenly god, ruler of all things, the Central Plains is merely a place the god doesn't even want to glance at—if he wanted to manage it, he naturally could."

"You guys have gods? Your gods all together probably aren't enough to match a single swipe of our god's hand—what are you bragging about here? By the way, we still have a living god here—the one who just ate your two companions is none other than Mountain Lord, one of the gods of Shenxian Ling!" Chen Wuji had originally wanted to give the little tiger a name, but couldn't think of one at the moment.

"You speak so solemnly—I'll ask you: have you ever seen a living god? Do you know what the consequences are of angering a god? Yet you're still here putting on an act, playing the curse game—open your eyes wide and see whose territory this is!"

Riwo Buji felt somewhat dazed.

Hearing that…

It seems to be true.

They also worship the Tiger God, but they've never seen such a human-like tiger.

To call it a spirit… it really does seem somewhat like one.

But if it truly is a spirit, that's too casual—how could it personally lend a hand to mortals?

Shouldn't spirits always be lofty, with education as their priority?

Lei Yunli's expression froze for a moment, then he simply closed his eyes.

"Isn't it so?" Chen Wuji sneered, giving a grim look toward Riwo Buji.

"Actually, compared to soft bones, I prefer bones with a bit of challenge—prying open your teeth gives me a sense of achievement!"

Threats also have a time limit—empty talk is already too much; saying more won't just be meaningless, it'll make the other side suspicious.

Although Chen Wuji wasn't too keen, he was preparing to genuinely study the Butcher's Human Dissection Technique.

The harsh words have already been spoken; if he doesn't act, there's even less hope these two will speak.

He not only has to do it, but has to do it ruthlessly and decisively.

Riwo Buji's face was very complex, like a mask constantly being twisted—sometimes torn, sometimes painful, sometimes dazed, sometimes fearful…

Chen Wuji picked up the knife, lifted Lei Yunli's clothing, and said, "The first offering to the Mountain Lord must be done carefully. But don't worry—I'm somewhat skilled; as long as the wound isn't too big, removing your two kidneys, you'll generally still be able to leap about alive."

Actually, he just knew where the kidneys were—that's basic medical knowledge.

But he didn't know how to cut it.

He's never done this before, nor researched it—it's a new project.

Chen Wuji steadily controlled the blade with his wrist, leaving a cut on Lei Yunli's belly.

"Wait, as long as you spare the elder, I'll speak!" Riwo Buji suddenly shouted.

Chen Wuji was slightly surprised, "So loyal? However, this condition sounds not bad—then go ahead and speak."

Lei Yunli's eyes seemed about to spout fire, he glared at Riwo Buji and shouted: "Riwo Buji, death is death; if you dare betray the tribe, the spirits..."

Chen Wuji raised his hand, striking Lei Yunli's neck with the back of the knife, "What a lot of nonsense."

If you let this guy keep talking a few more sentences, Riwo Buji will surely say even less.

Chen Wuji didn't know how the Qiang People maintained power, but it was obvious that Riwo Buji cared more about Lao Deng's words than his father's.

We must make him shut up!

Lei Yunli fainted, but Riwo Buji also kept silent.

"Don't want to say? It's fine, I won't force you!" Chen Wuji flourished a flower knife in his hand and continued the surgery.

Riwo Buji struggled for a moment, then asked: "You... will you really release the Elder?"