Chapter 373: Verifying the Information

In the dark and damp dungeon, a nauseating scent of blood permeated the air.

Refined salt, Chili Oil, ants, and honey had already been smeared all over Huang Ping's wounds.

White, red, and pale yellow colors intertwined on his body, forming a bizarre and terrifying picture.

There were even two fist-sized bloody holes between his legs and abdomen, from which blood constantly seeped out—a shocking sight.

Cheng Feng stood to the side with an expressionless face, coldly watching Huang Ping struggle in agony.

"Huang Ping, how does this taste?" Cheng Feng's voice carried not a shred of warmth.

Huang Ping was tightly locked by iron chains, his suspended body covered in wounds, his breath fading.

He was already too weak to respond, able only to emit vague, whimpering sounds from his throat.

Looking at the approaching Cheng Feng, his eyes were filled with fear.

Cheng Feng walked closer step by step, his gaze revealing endless indifference.

"Huang Ping, did you ever think this day would come?" Cheng Feng's voice echoed in the empty dungeon, carrying a deep chill.

Huang Ping lifted his head with great difficulty, his eyes full of despair and remorse: "Cheng Feng, I was wrong, please, let me go."

Cheng Feng sneered: "Let you go? Did you ever think of letting me go back then?

The ambush in the dark alley,

destroying my new residence,

and even wanting to make my woman submit to you?"

From that moment on, Cheng Feng swore he would make Huang Ping pay a painful price.

Cheng Feng looked at the disheveled Huang Ping before him, feeling not the slightest bit of pity in his heart.

"Huang Ping, do you think this is the end? This is only the beginning." Cheng Feng's voice sounded as if it came from hell.

He slowly picked up the torture instruments nearby; Huang Ping widened his eyes in terror and struggled desperately, but it was to no avail.

Cheng Feng tortured Huang Ping again and again, each time fueled by the hatred that had long been pent up in his heart.

The news of the Red Lotus Sect mobilizing,

the pressure of bearing the safety of the Hong Sect disciples,

at this moment, were all released to the fullest.

Cheng Feng had lived two lives, yet he was only an Ordinary person with a little bit of talent.

Having experienced so little, how could he dare to get involved in such a great war?

Killing a person or two to settle a private grudge was the limit for an Ordinary person.

Yet suddenly, Cheng Feng realized,

there was not a single person he could rely on.

Perhaps, this is the true meaning of becoming capable.

One scream after another rose and then fell in the gloomy dungeon.

Bursts of murmurs mixed with unbearable whispers.

Cheng Feng said coldly: "Who are the high-ranking members of the Red Lotus Sect?"

"Ah, ah, I'll talk, I'll talk, it's the Sect Leader... the Traveler... the Dharma King."

Crack!

Cheng Feng coldly used his Master-level Medical Skill to crush one of Huang Ping's bones through his skin and flesh.

The skin and flesh of a Lianzhan Martial Artist could offer no resistance at all.

"Did you leave something out?" Cheng Feng said coldly.

"Ah, no, I didn't," Huang Ping said in a panic.

"Then what kind of position is the War General?"

"I, I haven't had a chance to say yet, wait, wait..."

Crack!

Another bone-cracking sound was accompanied by a scream.

"Now, let's start over."

"What is the name of that technique you have that can shrink your body?

"What is the mantra for circulating the energy?"

"Does the Blood Qi circulation path go from the Lesser Yang to the Great Meridian?"

After much torment, with the support of Cheng Feng's Medical Skill, Huang Ping held on until the end.

Facing this man who had forced his woman and wanted to cuckold him,

Cheng Feng displayed unprecedented cruelty and indifference.

Cheng Feng considered himself an upright and honorable man,

broad-minded and gentle in temperament,

hardworking, progressive, and believing that harmony brings wealth.

But a dragon has its reverse scales,

and his family was Cheng Feng's final bottom line.

If Cheng Feng had truly been killed in that dark alley,

he would have had nothing to say.

His skills were inferior,

and once a person is dead, that is that.

That doesn't say much.

It is a pity he didn't die,

but having experienced life and death,

the great ups and downs of one's state of mind—

for all of this, someone must bear the responsibility and consequences.

To endure the fury of a Bone Refining Great Perfection Martial Artist,

a controller of a faction,

and a person with slight talent.

And Huang Ping had committed all of Cheng Feng's taboos.

Being able to die

was also Cheng Feng's act of leniency toward him,

in consideration of the fact that he was relatively cooperative.

However, during this period, Cheng Feng did not forget to extract that special Bone Shrinking Technique from Huang Ping's mouth.

After torturing out the entirety of a cultivation method called the Flesh-Washing Bone-Shrinking Technique, Cheng Feng finally put down the torture instruments in his hands.

After comparing the information from the mouths of Huang Ping and Liu Zheng,

Cheng Feng felt a sense of relief in his heart.

At the very least, most of Liu Zheng's basic information was correct.

After torturing out the entirety of the cultivation method that had the effect of controlling flesh and shrinking bones from Huang Ping,

with a light squeeze, he sent this Red Lotus Sect envoy, who had a heart higher than the heavens, on his way.

When Huang Ping swallowed his last breath,

there was not a trace of joy on Cheng Feng's face;

there was only indifference, as well as deep exhaustion.

The Red Lotus Sect's attack was real, and the target should be the Lianshan Prefecture region.

It was also true that the injured Liehuo Fawang was hiding in Heimu Prefecture.

It was just that no one knew the whereabouts of Liehuo Fawang.

Huang Ping even voluntarily confessed his mission.

There was a Sacred Maiden candidate in Heimu Prefecture,

and the reason for her candidacy was that she possessed a Different Body.

This piqued Cheng Feng's interest, though it was a pity that Huang Ping was only a low-level envoy.

He was merely acting under orders.

Specific actions still required instructions from above.

He had fallen into Cheng Feng's hands before even making contact.

The Silver Body Technique was also real; the original cultivation method was on the person of a Red Lotus Sect warrior who was lurking in Heimu City.

After confirming the various pieces of information within the Red Lotus Sect once more,

Cheng Feng calmly granted Huang Ping the gift of death.

Looking at the look of relief in Huang Ping's eyes before he died,

Cheng Feng did not have the slightest ripple of emotion.

Having decided to walk the path of the underworld,

Cheng Feng had already prepared himself.

Having decided to walk the path of a Martial Artist,

Cheng Feng had also prepared himself.

Everything now was merely the wind and rain one must inevitably experience on the path of life.

He called for people to drag the corpses of Huang Ping and Liu Zheng outside directly.

He took out fire oil and lit them to burn the corpses.

Everything in Heimu Prefecture dissipated within this fire oil.

After a round of purging in the Hong Sect,

Cheng Feng went straight back home; the old and young in the house had already gone to sleep.

Cheng Feng, who had things on his mind, pretended that nothing was the matter,

and headed straight for the residence where flowers bloom and fade.

Su Qing's situation had already been handed over to Cai'er and the others.

Cheng Feng believed that Cai'er could handle these trivial matters well.

He also believed that the women in the Cheng Mansion Rear Courtyard could manage their interpersonal relationships themselves.

And now, Cheng Feng only wanted to work hard quickly to accumulate his own foundation.

The best choice was the Fairy who was once high and mighty but had now fallen into the clouds,

and was forced to submit to him.

One harvest yielded ten points.

Two harvests yielded twenty points.

Adding a person doubled the harvest.

Cheng Feng, who had originally wanted to treat people with affection and boil the frog in warm water,

could no longer care about so much under the dark clouds of war.

Looking at the various cultivation arts and skills on his Panmian,

Cheng Feng really wanted to add points to all of them until they reached the max level in one go.

In the deep of night at the Fairy's small courtyard,

the gentle Hua Kai suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the solemn-faced Cheng Feng.

Smelling the faint scent of blood on Cheng Feng, she shielded her chest and said vigilantly, "What are you here for?"

Looking at the arrogant expression on Hua Kai's face,

Cheng Feng had no intention of continuing to play along with this arrogant little drama.

Without a word, he pulled Hua Kai into his embrace and kissed her fiercely.

Feeling the man's roughness, Hua Kai struggled, hitting Cheng Feng's chest violently.

But then she heard Cheng Feng's cold, stern voice in her ear:

"I am in a very bad mood right now.

You can refuse,

and then I will go find Fairy Hua Xie."

Hua Kai's body trembled, as if she had thought of something, and the stubbornness of her struggle softened.

Gradually, she sank into Cheng Feng's tender trap.