Chapter 1363: Chapter 764 Broken Finger
Despite his pale face, Song Jian still summoned the courage and asked:
âWho⊠are you? How can there be monster cultivators within the Qian Learning State Boundary? What exactly do you want? Where is this place?â
Song Jian asked in one breath.
But he felt a chill in his heart, and his voice trembled unavoidably.
The monster cultivator gave a sinister smile without answering.
The prison was gloomy, with bloodstains everywhere.
Ouyang Mu was somewhat nervous, and Ling Huxiaoâs expression was grave.
Song Jian pondered for a moment and then spoke coldly:
âI am from the Direct Lineage of the Song family of the Sever Gold Sect, youâd better not mess with me, or the Song family will never let you go!â
Upon hearing this, the monster cultivator sneered coldly, âThe Song family⊠cannot even protect themselvesâŠâ
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant like a night owl.
Song Jian was shocked, unsure if it was true, and then cursed angrily:
âMonstrous creature, what nonsense are you spouting?!â
The monster cultivator didnât show anger but instead took out two letters from his sleeve, handing them to Song Jian and Ouyang Mu:
âUse your blood to write a letter.â
âYouâŠâ The monster cultivator stretched out his crimson finger with tumors, pointing at Song Jian, âWrite to your parents, tell them youâre in our hands and they had better behave, or else prepare to collect your corpseâŠâ
The monster cultivator then turned his head to glance at Ouyang Mu. âAs for youâŠâ
His face was mostly hidden in a black robe, making his expression unclear, but his tone carried some significance, âWrite to your brother, let him be sensibleâŠâ
Ouyang Mu was stunned.
Mo Hua was also somewhat surprised at the words.
Little Woodâs brother⊠Senior Brother Feng?
They captured Song Jian to threaten his parents and the Song family behind them.
Capturing Little Wood was to manipulate Senior Brother Feng?
The monster cultivator said âbe sensibleâŠâ
This indicated that they had already contacted Senior Brother Feng before, and because Senior Brother Feng was not âsensible,â thatâs why they captured Little Wood, using his younger brother as a hostage to make him âbe sensible?â
Mo Hua frowned and then looked at Ling Huxiao.
Song Jian and Little Wood both have to write letters, but Ling Huxiao doesnât?
Mo Hua pondered for a moment and felt it seemed right.
Ling Huxiao had good Sword Dao talent and was highly valued by the sect.
But his background seemed not so good, only a branch of the Linghu family.
He also had distant relations with fellow disciples.
No familiar close relatives were around.
There was no one they could use to threaten.
The group of monster cultivators surely wouldnât dare to deliver threatening letters to the Heaven Void Ancestor of the Rushing Void SectâŠ
That would be a true act of boldness.
Even if they lost their senses, they probably wouldnât dareâŠ
In the prison, itâs certain Little Wood wouldnât threaten his brother.
He held the letter firmly, his expression stubborn and defiant, his face almost clearly saying, âIâd rather die than write.â
Ouyang Mu remained silent.
Beside him, Song Jian actually showed quite the guts.
âMake my parents behave? What do you think you are?!â
âThreatening the Song family, with just you, a hidden, foul, neither-human-nor-monster creature?!â
Song Jian cursed harshly.
The tall monster cultivatorâs face was shrouded in shadow, making it unclear, but his anger was evident.
A moment later, he laughed coldly, âWonât take a toast, but drinking the penalty wine.â
âIf you wonât write, then I can only take something from youâŠâ
Murderous intent emerged from the monster cultivator.
Song Jianâs expression turned panicked, he didnât have time to react before he felt a wave of stench coming face-first, then a sharp pain in his finger, and when he finally reacted, he saw blood flowing heavily on his hand.
A little finger had already been cut off.
In front of the brutal monster cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Peak, he, a pampered, Foundation Building Middle Stage family disciple, had absolutely no power to fight back.
Song Jian groaned in pain, his face pale, sweat pouring from his forehead.
This change happened very quickly.
Ling Huxiaoâs expression shifted, hurriedly reminded: âJunior Brother Mu!â
Ouyang Mu was somewhat dazed, reminded by Ling Huxiao, his expression changed, and he intended to withdraw, but in a blink, he saw a tall, blood-reeking monster cultivator closing in.
His wrist hurt sharply, as if being clamped by a monster beastâs claw.
Then a red light flashed.
Ouyang Muâs little finger was also cut off.
Ouyang Mu winced from the pain but held on, biting his lip without uttering a word.
Ling Huxiao was furious, coldly reprimanding: âScoundrel!â
The monster cultivatorâs body was dark, like a small mountain, holding two cut fingers, with blood dripping down.
He glanced at Ling Huxiao, his tone was peaceful, even somewhat polite.
âForgive me, my lord.â The monster cultivator said lightly.
Ling Huxiaoâs Sword Heart quivered, suddenly alert.
But he was shackled by chains, without a sword in hand, unable to resist.
The monster cultivator had profound cultivation, strong power, and swift speed, in a blink he approached Ling Huxiao.
The stench surged.
In an instant, Ling Huxiaoâs small hand was also sliced by a small segment.
The severe pain struck, Ling Huxiaoâs face turned pale, he clenched his lips, made no sound, only his gaze was cold and sharp like a sword aimed at the monster cultivator.
The monster cultivatorâs demeanor was also cold, silent, but he subtly avoided Ling Huxiaoâs gaze, seeming fearful, not daring to provoke Ling Huxiao too much.
Thus, all three of Ling Huxiaoâs party had their little fingers cut off.
The monster cultivator took out three wooden boxes, placing the cut fingers inside each, speaking calmly:
âSince you wonât write letters, I can only resort to this last measure and take some tokens.â
After saying this, he pulled out three glowing pills and casually tossed them to Ling Huxiaoâs party, âAfter taking the pill, your fingers will grow backâŠâ
âI am just following orders, if you cooperate, it saves me trouble; if not, youâll naturally suffer, you canât blame me for thisâŠâ
These words, rather than being spoken to the three, seemed more directed at Ling Huxiao alone.