Chapter 371: Administering Punishment

Cheng Feng held up the small-bodied Huang Ping, his eyes filled with indifference.

This Huang Ping had thought everything was under his control, not knowing that Cheng Feng was already beyond furious.

From the moment his home was raided and his servants were slaughtered, the fire of rage in Cheng Feng's heart had been burning fiercely. He was no longer low-key or humble.

Since the other party had already killed their way into his home, there was no need to speak of any reasons.

If you don't submit, then fight—this was Cheng Feng's only belief at this moment.

Looking at Huang Ping, whom he held in his hand, Cheng Feng's lips curled into a cold, sharp smile.

He fetched ropes, first binding each of Huang Ping's hands with a rope, then binding his feet as well.

Then, Cheng Feng extended the ropes, hanging Huang Ping's body in mid-air so he had nowhere to leverage his strength.

Huang Ping struggled in terror, but under Cheng Feng's control, his struggles appeared so powerless.

Cheng Feng looked at him coldly, without a shred of pity in his heart.

"You thought you could control everything? Now, just stay here and properly experience despair." Cheng Feng's voice was like Cold Ice, making Huang Ping shudder with fear.

Huang Ping was hung in mid-air, his face pale. He had never imagined he would fall into such a plight; the Cheng Feng before him seemed to have turned into a demon.

"No, if you dare treat me like this, the Red Lotus Sect will not let you off!" Huang Ping threatened, his tone fierce but his spirit weak.

"Once my Red Lotus Army arrives, I will surely have you all wiped out."

Cheng Feng remained completely unmoved. "The Red Lotus Sect? If they dare to come, I will deal with them all together. Do you think I would be afraid?"

Cheng Feng's words were filled with confidence and dominance.

Since he had already reached this step, there was no possibility of turning back.

He had to let Huang Ping know that he, Cheng Feng, was not someone to be trifled with.

In the dungeon, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost impossible to breathe.

Cheng Feng looked expressionlessly at Huang Ping, who was like prey before him.

The blade light danced in his hand, and Huang Ping's clothing was instantly cut into even more tattered rags.

That thin, small body was now a ghastly sight, with fresh blood continuously gushing out.

Cheng Feng remained completely unmoved, calmly picking up a bottle of honey and slowly pouring it over Huang Ping's blood-drenched flesh.

Of course, Cheng Feng only sprinkled half; for the other part of the wounds, Cheng Feng served them directly with salt.

The violent reaction of the wounds made Huang Ping let out a shrill, miserable scream, the sound echoing in the dungeon and making one's hair stand on end.

However, Cheng Feng acted as if he hadn't heard it at all, then proceeded to evenly sprinkle a nest of ants onto Huang Ping's wounds.

Attracted by the sweetness of the honey, the ants immediately began to crawl and bite on Huang Ping's wounds.

Numb!!!

Itchy!!!

Painful!!!

Huang Ping's screams became increasingly shrill, his body twisting constantly in an attempt to shake off this endless agony, but bound tightly by the ropes, he could not break free at all.

Cheng Feng watched Huang Ping's painful struggle with indifference, without a shred of pity in his heart.

For such a ruthless and vicious enemy, mercy was cruelty to oneself.

Since Huang Ping dared to bring people to his home and slaughter his servants, he had to bear the punishment he deserved.

Huang Ping cursed Cheng Feng incessantly in his agony, but his voice grew weaker and weaker. He had never imagined he would suffer such cruel torture, and his heart was filled with terror.

And the man in black, Liu Zheng, who was watching the scene from the side, had his pupils dilate in shock.

So, there were such punishments in this world!!!

And such a person!!!

Outside the dungeon, those Hong Sect disciples who heard Huang Ping's screams were also trembling with fear.

They did not know what exactly Cheng Feng had done to Huang Ping, but those shrill cries made them shudder with fear.

Yet they were also more grateful that this was their own Sect Master.

Amidst the excruciating torture, Huang Ping's consciousness gradually blurred.

The hatred in his heart grew even more intense; he swore he would make Cheng Feng pay a heavy price.

But the sensations on his body made him feel as if he were dying of pleasure.

Seeing the ants speed up under the lure of the honey,

and that a large hole was about to be gnawed into his body,

Huang Ping shouted and screamed: "Kill me, kill me, kill me... ah..."

Cheng Feng remained unmoved, instead looking toward the man in black, Liu Zheng, at his side.

This was the first batch of men sent by the other party, and their strength was still average to Cheng Feng.

But at least they were men who could be sent to kill Cheng Feng, so they wouldn't be completely ignorant.

Seeing Cheng Feng's gaze turn toward him,

whatever Red Lotus Sect, whatever doctrines, whatever integrity,

were completely abandoned by Liu Zheng.

Just a moment ago, this envoy Huang Ping had even wanted to kill him.

In the current situation, being able to beg for a quick death was already not easy.

Liu Zheng said tremblingly: "Sir, I don't know much, I will say whatever you want to know, I only ask for a quick death."

Cheng Feng saw that Liu Zheng actually had such courage and slightly regarded the other party with more seriousness.

He had originally prepared to use torture first; it seemed the tactic of killing the chicken to scare the monkey had worked quite well.

"Fine, your attitude is much better than the one next to you. Come, let's go next door and chat."

Huang Ping, hanging in mid-air undergoing torture, roared internally: "You didn't ask me either, I could do that too!!!"

He was still prepared to say a few tough words, but watching Cheng Feng simply pick someone up and leave,

under the dual blow to his body and mind, he even began to doubt himself: "Is my weight really this light now???"

But the biting of the ants on his body quickly brought him back to his senses,

"Must, I must escape."

In another cell, complete with table and chairs, Cheng Feng even had a disciple outside the door bring in two cups of tea.

"Come, drink some tea to calm your nerves; actually, I am still a very good person."

Looking at the indifferent Cheng Feng and hearing such words, the heart Liu Zheng had been holding in suspense finally died.

Anyone who could say such things was undoubtedly a person of thick-skinned and black-hearted nature.

But fortunately, not having to endure torture before death was still acceptable.

Looking at the tea Cheng Feng brought to his lips, Liu Zheng, whose limb joints had been dislocated, had completely let go.

At this point, who still cared whether there was poison inside?

If it were poisonous, that would be just right to let him end it all once and for all.

"What does the Lord wish to ask?"

Cheng Feng smiled: "Just say everything you know."

Regarding a dead man, Cheng Feng had sufficient patience.

After all, if he could voluntarily confess before dying, could he not be given a cup of tea?

Liu Zheng slowly raised his head, a flash of complex emotion crossing his eyes.

He looked at Cheng Feng; that expressionless face appeared somewhat sinister in the dim cell at this moment.

The tea on the table steamed with heat, and the faint fragrance of tea drifted in the air, yet it could not mask the musty smell and chill in this cell.

"Lord, do you really believe that a cup of tea can make a person open their mouth?" Liu Zheng's voice was hoarse, carrying a trace of self-mockery and a trace of longing.

Cheng Feng smiled, unhurriedly picked up the teacup, gently blew on the heat, and then took a small sip.

"You are a smart man.

I have always firmly believed that there is nothing that cannot be asked without torture.

Some things were already destined from the moment you started making moves against me.

I was merely retaliating passively.

Do not refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit; if the next sentence is still not what I want to hear,

I will let you taste the remaining torture instruments."

Liu Zheng smiled bitterly; he knew he no longer had any room for choice.

He took a deep breath and then began to recount everything he knew.

From his words, Cheng Feng learned a lot of basic information about the organizational structure of the Red Lotus Sect,

as well as a secret that might change the entire situation.

Cheng Feng listened, the slight indifference on his face never disappearing.

Cheng Feng scrutinized it repeatedly; what Liu Zheng said was true.

Because he had already seen despair in Liu Zheng's eyes—the kind of despair that comes from knowing one is about to die but being unable to change one's fate.

When Liu Zheng finished the last word, he suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion. He closed his eyes, waiting for the final release.

And Cheng Feng stood up, gently patted Liu Zheng on the shoulder, and then turned and left.

"Very good." Cheng Feng's voice echoed in the cell, but Liu Zheng could no longer hear it.