Chapter 63: Interrogation

'Mmm!'

Inside the dining hall, Fang Can seized Ye Qingshi's slender waist and tilted her pure white chin upward, swiftly and decisively kissing her.

In that moment, the entire dining hall fell silent.

Watching the two kiss, everyone's expressions remained flat—due to being all eunuchs, they felt no strong emotional reaction to such scenes.

But one person was an exception!!!

Yuan Dang, his limbs already broken, resembled a spineless dog, his eyes bulging with rage as he struggled to accept this sight.

'Gah! I don't want to see this!!!'

Yuan Dang longed to gouge out his own eyes, but with all four limbs shattered, 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 devotees—is this something a traitor like you deserves to witness?'

'Bullshit about converting devotees—I'm a tutor, this is just 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 jolted 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 Young Lady?'

Regaining her senses, Ye Qingshi could hardly believe it—a flush of shame and anger tinted her cheeks; she'd been rejected?

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

The wet sheen on his lips was from her own tongue just now—now it looked strangely alluring.

Just moments ago, she'd felt her body go limp the instant he pulled her close, utterly powerless.

Then came a sensation like being embraced by the sun, her consciousness slowly dissolving, 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-ranked consort…' Suddenly, Ye Qingshi's mind flashed back to the content of the Celestial Rankings.

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

'What is this woman trying to do?' Fang Can watched the dazed Ye Qingshi, puzzled by her thoughts.

But that disciple just now—was he truly infatuated with Ye Qingshi? Could a eunuch have such intense desires?

Recalling the man's biting frenzy, 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 had come entirely from Yuan Dang's contributions.

'Go back to your room and wait for me—I'll return tonight,' Fang Can said casually as he rose slowly from the table.

Exiting 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 gloom.

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,' Fang Can said, interlacing his hands. 'Why do you hate me? And what secrets are you hiding?'

'I'd like to ask you—what trick did you use to manipulate those coins out of nowhere?'

Yuan Dang truly could not fathom it: 'Did you already know I was the leak? And that a Heaven-Ascension-level warrior was secretly controlling them?'

Surprised by the question, Fang Can laughed: 'Why ask so many why's? Fate favors me, destiny chooses me—that's all. Do it again, same result.'

'Impossible,' Yuan Dang shouted, eyes wide, refusing to believe Fang Can's explanation.

'I have no obligation to answer your questions,' Fang Can's expression turned cold. 'To survive, you'd best tell me everything you know—quickly.'

'Ha, then kill me,' Yuan Dang sneered, having given up all hope of leaving alive.

'It's not that easy. Death can be a release—but 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 it not been for the two Heart-Phase experts standing behind him—knowing suicide was utterly impossible—he would have ended it himself.

'Need me to explain?' Fang Can smirked.

'Use your imagination—picture the most horrific punishment you can conceive. I'll make it more cruel.'

In that moment, Yuan Dang's body began to shake uncontrollably.

True terror lies in the unknown—and he knew that even his own mental tortures would break him before he could endure them.

'Still not talking?' Fang Can smiled as he watched Yuan Dang hesitate. 'Someone, bring me a few men—give him a demonstration.'

Yes, this was not yet painful for Yuan Dang.

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

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 warriors.

'Yes, my lord.'

The two Heart-Phase warriors sneered with twisted faces: "We will faithfully carry out your orders."

For traitors, especially those who betrayed the gods, these Heart-Phase warriors felt not the slightest mercy.

After wandering outside the martial arts hall for two hours and defeating several Heart-Phase warriors who came to challenge him, Fang Can returned to the basement.

The layout was exactly the same as before.

Clearly, those men had carried out Fang Can's orders perfectly, cleaning thoroughly.

Looking at Yuan Dang's face, his eyes had grown dull, as if he had aged decades in an instant.

"Still refusing to yield?" Fang Can asked. "If you keep resisting, the number of men you'll have to face next will be so great they'll need to line up."

"Hmph…" Yuan Dang, suspended by chains, had reached his end; a flicker of mockery passed in his eyes: "Fang Can, you're just as you were in your last life—still just as evil."

"Last life?" Fang Can's eyes narrowed slightly; the situation had become interesting.

(End of Chapter)