Chapter 63: Interrogation

‘Mmm!’

Inside the dining hall, Fang Can seized Ye Qingshi’s slender waist and tilted her pale chin upward, then swiftly and decisively kissed her.

In that moment, the entire dining hall fell silent.

Watching the two kiss, everyone’s expressions remained flat—due to their eunuch status, they felt no strong emotional reaction to such scenes.

But one person was an exception!!!

Yuan Dang, his limbs shattered and hanging like a dog with a broken spine, stared with bloodshot eyes, unable to accept what he saw.

‘Gah! I don’t want to watch this!!!’

Yuan Dang longed to gouge out his own eyes, but with all four limbs broken, he could not move.

‘Slap!’ A palm struck Yuan Dang’s face, flinging him aside.

Ye Yonglie withdrew his hand and said calmly: ‘What are you staring at? The god is converting his faithful. Is this a traitor like you fit to witness?’

‘Bullshit about converting believers—I’m a tutor. This is after-school tutoring.’

Yuan Dang widened his eyes, staring at the two figures pressed together.

In just a few seconds, Ye Qingshi’s demeanor changed drastically—her tender, ivory fingers suddenly gripped Fang Can’s collar.

‘Wait! How did it get in there?!’

Under Yuan Dang’s wide-eyed gaze, Ye Qingshi had become the active one.

‘Thud.’ Another muffled sound snapped him back to reality.

‘Still staring? You useless waste—do you even understand what you’re seeing?’

Ye Yonglie coldly spoke, grabbing Yuan Dang’s hair and dragging him out of the dining hall.

As for Fang Can in the room, he was barely holding it together: ‘Why is there tongue involved?’

Gently pushing Ye Qingshi away, Fang Can wiped his mouth with mild disgust.

He still had a cleanliness obsession—he couldn’t quite accept this level of intimacy.

Did I just get rejected by the girl?

Coming to her senses, Ye Qingshi couldn’t believe it—a flush of shame and anger tinted her cheeks. Did he really reject me?

With wounded feelings, the girl unconsciously lowered her gaze to Fang Can’s lips, glistening as if coated in syrup.

The moisture on his lips was from her own tongue moments ago—now it looked strangely alluring.

Just moments ago, the moment he pulled her close, her body had gone limp, utterly powerless.

Then came a sensation like being embraced by the sun, her consciousness slowly drifting, yearning to sink into it.

If asked to describe that kiss, the girl might have called it a kiss as warm as the sun.

‘First consort…’ Suddenly, Ye Qingshi recalled the words from the Celestial Rankings.

Unconsciously, she lightly licked her own rosy lips, savoring the memory.

‘What is this woman planning?’ Fang Can watched Ye Qingshi’s dazed expression, puzzled by her thoughts.

But that disciple really did like Ye Qingshi—could a eunuch really have such intense desire?

Recalling the man’s biting, Fang Can thought the fellow was a complete clown.

And only now did Fang Can realize that all the aptitude gains he’d received while near Ye Qingshi these past days came entirely from Yuan Dang’s contribution.

‘Go back to your room and wait for me. I’ll return tonight.’ Fang Can rose slowly from the table and gave the girl a casual order.

Stepping out of the dining hall, Fang Can headed straight for the dungeon where Yuan Dang was imprisoned, eager to uncover the man’s secrets quickly.

Passing into the dungeon, only a single candle flickered in the wind, casting an eerie darkness.

At the center, Yuan Dang hung naked in midair, his limbs chained to hooks like a roasted duck.

He had fully accepted his fate now, staring at Fang Can with murderous intent.

‘Speak. Why do you hate me? And what secrets are you hiding?’ Fang Can crossed his arms.

‘I’d like to ask you—what trick did you use to manipulate those coins out of thin air?’

Yuan Dang truly could not comprehend: ‘Did you already know I was the leak? And that a Heaven-Ascension-level martial artist was secretly controlling them?’

Surprised by the question, Fang Can laughed: ‘Why ask so many why’s? Fate favors me. Destiny chooses me. It’s that simple. Even if it happened again, the result would be the same.’

‘Impossible.’ Yuan Dang widened his eyes, refusing to believe Fang Can’s answer.

‘I have no obligation to answer your questions.’ Fang Can’s expression turned cold: ‘If you want to live, best tell me everything you know—quickly.’

‘Ha, then just kill me.’ Yuan Dang sneered. Having accepted his fate, he no longer hoped to walk out alive.

‘It’s not that easy. Sometimes death is a release. You know full well—I won’t let you die until I get the answers I want.’

‘You… what do you plan to do?’

Yuan Dang’s eyes widened as his heart began to tremble.

Had he not known two Heart-Phase experts stood behind him—aware that suicide was utterly impossible—he might have chosen to end it himself.

‘Need me to explain?’ Fang Can smirked.

‘Unleash your imagination. Imagine the most horrific punishment you can conceive—I’ll make it crueler.’

At that moment, Yuan Dang’s body began to shake uncontrollably.

True fear lies in the unknown. He knew that even the tortures he’d imagined would break him long before he could endure them.

‘Still not talking?’ Fang Can smiled as he watched Yuan Dang hesitate. ‘Someone, bring me a few men. Let him see a demonstration.’

Yes, this wasn’t even painful for Yuan Dang.

Compared to harsher physical tortures, these were nothing—not even a durian had been used yet.

Instantly, Yuan Dang screamed in terror: ‘No… no no no… I’ll talk, I’ll talk!’

‘Too late. I’ll return in two hours. Clean the dungeon thoroughly before then—don’t let me smell anything foul.’ Fang Can ordered the martial artists.

‘Yes, Divine Lord.’

The two Heart-Phase martial artists grinned with cruel expressions: ‘We will faithfully carry out your orders.’

For traitors—especially those who betrayed the god—these Heart-Phase martial artists felt no mercy whatsoever.

After wandering outside the martial arts school for two hours and defeating several Heart-Phase challengers, Fang Can returned to the dungeon.

The layout remained exactly as before.

Clearly, the men had faithfully followed his orders and cleaned thoroughly.

Looking at Yuan Dang’s face, his eyes now held deep weariness—as if he’d aged decades in an instant.

‘Still holding out?’ Fang Can asked. ‘If you keep resisting, the number of men who’ll come to you will be so great they’ll need to queue.’

‘Ha…’ Yuan Dang, suspended by chains, had reached his end. A flicker of mockery passed in his eyes: ‘Fang Can, you’re just as evil as you were in your last life.’

‘Last life?’ Fang Can’s eyes narrowed slightly. This was starting to get interesting.

(End of Chapter)