Chapter 370: Instruments of Torture

Cheng Feng did not tell Wei Zhuang that Cheng Feng had also kept a batch of Black Flood Dragon Meat for the Cheng Mansion.

It was to be used to cultivate the female family members.

Moreover, Cheng Feng had a batch in his own Space Ring as well, for use in case of emergency.

Cheng Feng, who had not yet had the chance to communicate deeply with his wives and Concubines, silently kept this matter in his heart.

The changes in the Hong Sect disciples are already so great.

How could the Cheng Mansion be any less?

Especially those in the household with high talent: Yu Niang, the Senior Martial Sister, and Xu Miao.

These three women are all ones who can earn Cheng Feng three Fortune Points.

And there is also Su Min, who can earn him eight Fortune Points.

With such talent, and the added support of the Black Flood Dragon Meat, they should be able to go much further!

These can all be considered their accumulation of strength for a future breakthrough.

Cheng Feng's horizons have already been broadened significantly.

He does not feel that a Bone Refining Martial Artist is all that impressive.

Nor does he feel that a Lianzhan Martial Artist is so invincible.

Cheng Feng has quite a few trump cards of his own.

It is just that the likes of Baibai, Cheng Yi, and the Mechanical Dog are already slowly failing to keep up with Cheng Feng's pace.

But it does not matter; they still have the opportunity to upgrade.

It is just that special metal is very difficult to obtain.

Once the Hong Sect can survive the coming war.

Cheng Feng has confidence; after all, he still knows that there are such high and mighty people as cultivators.

The Mortal Realm and the Cultivation Realm both require Cheng Feng to walk through them step by step.

After chatting in detail with Wei Zhuang about the development and planning of the Hong Sect.

Cheng Feng could no longer suppress his restlessness and walked toward the dungeon.

With a cold expression at the corner of his mouth, he said, "If you dare to come and kill me, you must be prepared to be killed by me!"

The darkness remained like ink, and every inch of space in the dungeon seemed to be occupied by a heavy haze.

Huang Ping's curled-up body appeared exceptionally eerie in the faint light.

The Blood Qi within his body surged like a small mouse.

Following a bit of a unique frequency, his entire body's flesh, blood, tendons, and bones seemed to be under control.

His physique shrank to the size of a child.

Yet the flush on his face grew increasingly intense, as scorching as if burned by a raging fire.

The man in black widened his eyes, staring fixedly at this scene, the shock in his heart beyond words.

He watched Huang Ping calmly, fearing he might disturb this incredible transformation.

"My lord, you are..." the man in black stammered, his voice carrying a trace of awe and confusion.

He knew well that his own Emissary's methods were extraordinary.

But the scene before his eyes far exceeded his imagination.

Everyone is tied up.

Why are you able to show off like this?

After reacting, he was overjoyed; now there is hope for escaping alive!!!

Huang Ping's child-like body stood steadily, and there was no innocence in those strange eyes.

Although the words from his mouth carried an old-fashioned tone,

"It is just a simple rope; if not for that drug blocking my Blood Qi,

would I have to exert such effort to perform a secret technique?"

Huang Ping said coldly, his gaze sweeping over the man in black to the side, a trace of complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Hearing this, the man in black's expression changed slightly; he knew his lord's methods well and understood the power of that drug even more.

But at this moment, looking at Huang Ping's calm appearance, a sense of despair could not help but well up in his heart.

"My lord, you... you really want to..." the man in black's voice trembled, his eyes full of terror and unwillingness.

Huang Ping sighed softly, a trace of regret flashing in his gaze.

"If you had not witnessed this scene with your own eyes, perhaps you could have kept your life. But now, the Red Lotus Sect will remember your sacrifice."

Having said that, Huang Ping did not hesitate any longer, and a small, tender, yet powerful hand slammed toward the bound Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng only felt an irresistible force approaching.

He wanted to dodge, but his whole body was sore and weak, his Blood Qi stagnant, and he could only watch helplessly as that palm drew closer and closer.

"It's over, this life is finished!" Liu Zheng cried out in his heart, his despair overflowing.

However, at this critical moment, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

With a "whoosh," a pebble flew at an astonishing speed and accurately struck the small hand Huang Ping was aiming at Liu Zheng.

The child Huang Ping only felt a sharp pain, and his tender little hand was knocked off course by the pebble, failing to land on Liu Zheng as intended.

He furrowed his brows, staring fixedly at the source.

He saw Cheng Feng, with a murderous look on his face, walking in from the entrance with long strides.

Huang Ping felt a wave of regret in his heart: "I shouldn't have talked so much just now; it would have been better to just act directly."

Relying on his small stature, this crude dungeon could never trap him.

The only thing to be careful of is Cheng Feng, who brought him here.

Cheng Feng watched this scene with interest, especially Huang Ping's child-like physique.

He secretly speculated in his heart: "Is this the secret technique Huang Ping spoke of?

It looks a bit like the Bone Shrinking Technique, but it seems to be somewhat different."

A confident smile curled at the corners of Cheng Feng's mouth;

there were not many people who could fully withstand the brutal tortures he devised.

The interrogation methods used by Wang Hu and the others were, in his view, nothing more than amateurish trifles.

"I have taken a liking to this technique!" Cheng Feng said bluntly, his gaze filled with calmness.

Cheng Feng laughed coldly and took a series of hair-raising torture instruments out of his Space Ring.

Deep in the darkness, Huang Ping and Liu Zheng could only watch helplessly as Cheng Feng took them out one by one, providing an introduction for each.

"This is a nest of ants and a bowl of honey;

the thing you are about to experience is called the Ant Torture.

While the ants enjoy the honey,

they will mercilessly tear at the flesh of the person being tortured,

making the victim struggle in despair and agony.

For example, starting from the feet??"

"The Leather Whip, Fire Tongs, and Chili Oil are even more effective assistants for my interrogations and tortures.

In my eyes, only pain is the best catalyst for reform.

And this is the fearsome Ten-Finger Heart-Linked Shackle;

once the ten fingers are placed into the shackle and both sides are pulled hard,

that heart-linked agony is enough to make one feel every beat of their heart, as if life is being stripped away bit by bit.

This is exactly the point I like.

And the Double Yang Opening Tai Lock is an excellent torture instrument used to lock your thigh tendons and bones;

whether straight or bent, it can make the victim wish they were dead."

Seeing this, Huang Ping's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

He was frightened by Cheng Feng's perverted introduction and his morbid calmness.

Deep down, he was certain that once he fell into his hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

A strong desire to survive surged in his heart, and he hurriedly turned around, wanting to flee from this dangerous place.

However, how could Cheng Feng let him go so easily?

Cheng Feng's figure flashed, and like a ghost, he blocked Huang Ping's path, saying coldly: "Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

Huang Ping's heart sank; he knew that today, this battle was likely unavoidable.

He took a deep breath, his gaze becoming firm and resolute.

Even if he had to use a desperate secret technique, even if he would be damaged because of it,

he must never become Cheng Feng's prisoner.

The terror of those torture instruments had already made Huang Ping and Liu Zheng go limp, not daring to have any extra thoughts.

"Cheng Feng, don't you dare succeed!" Huang Ping roared, his figure suddenly accelerating as he lunged toward Cheng Feng.

He knew he was no match for Cheng Feng, but there was no way back now; only by fighting to the death was there a glimmer of hope for survival.

Seeing this, a cold smile curled at the corners of Cheng Feng's mouth.

He was not worried about Huang Ping's resistance; he tilted his body slightly,

dodged Huang Ping's attack, and then threw a backhand punch,

striking Huang Ping heavily in the abdomen.

Huang Ping felt a massive force hit him, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

He crashed heavily to the ground, spat out blood, and his face turned even paler.

But he did not give up; enduring the pain, he climbed back up, preparing for a final counterattack.