Chapter 82 - Red claw gang (02)

"FUCK... MOTHERFUCKER!" Hei Hunli screamed as his wrists bled non-stop, his two hands falling to the ground in front of him, painting it red.

Qingyi ignored him, picking up that strange pill.

It was exactly the same as the one used by the other two Hei brothers, in fact, it seemed to be a little more powerful.

He was curious what Hei Hunli’s power would be after taking that pill, but after seeing his base power, he realized that it was better not to risk it.

Hei Yeming had raised his power by three stages with a pill of inferior quality. If he allowed Hei Hunli to take that pill too, his power could easily exceed a level that would be dangerous for Qingyi.

"Where does that come from?" Qingyi asked coldly before swinging his leg, delivering a powerful kick to Hunli’s face and knocking out some of his teeth.

"Ugh... Fuck you!" Hunli cursed, his eyes watering and any hint of greed wiped from his face.

All that remained was hatred, sorrow and fear. Hatred above all.

"Ah..." Qingyi sighed. "Do you think the pain you’re feeling is a lot?" He asked, his cold voice full of amusement.

He plunged his sword into Hei Hunli’s left foot, and, without even giving him time to react, spread his lightning Qi across the blade, from where it flowed into the bandit’s feet.

The amount of Qi was relatively small, but it was enough to cause shrill cries of agony to spread throughout the forest.

Many of the bandits who were fleeing stopped briefly when they heard those screams, looking back and recognizing the voice of their leader.

Their faces were filled with relief that they had fled instead of trusting their leader.

"Tell me, where does this pill come from?" Qingyi asked again, removing his sword from Hei Hunli’s foot and placing the pill in front of his bloodied, tear-covered face.

Still, he resisted, his lips twisting into a bloody smile.

He knew full well that he would die and preferred to leave with a proud smile on his face.

"You fuck the women who should belong to me, you kill my brothers and you still want answers from me?" Hunli spat, unable to reach Qingyi’s face, but still hard enough to stain the pure white robes.

Qingyi frowned, moving his sword to Hunli’s right foot.

The bandit’s bloody smile soon distorted into cries of pain and despair as the lightning Qi destroyed his flesh, muscles and even his meridians.

"You’re going to die, but it can happen much more quickly. Just tell me, where the hell did you get that pill from? What’s your connection to the demon cult?"

Qingyi’s questioning was again answered by nothing but crazed laughter and cursing.

His sword soon moved to Hunli’s heels, then to his knees, his thighs and even his groin.

But despite all the torture, not a single word left his lips, and his body, torn apart by lightning qi, soon lost its life.

"Crap..." Qingyi kicked Hunli’s corpse as he stood up.

Although it wasn’t really his problem, he would have preferred to know where those pills came from, especially to prevent anyone who could hurt his women from ending up with them.

He also didn’t know Hunli’s central reason for wanting his women. Was it really for his harem? Or perhaps to sacrifice them to the demon cult?

The thought sent shivers down his spine. The demon cult was well known for burning the souls of its victims in their sacrifices.

Extremely talented virgins were a feast for them.

He was about to leave when he suddenly felt a presence inside the fortress, in the confines of the palace that Hunli inhabited.

It was a faint presence, which had been completely erased by the aura of Hunli and the other bandits.

But now he could feel it clearly.

With quick steps, he entered the luxurious throne room, his eyes focusing on a small door hidden behind the throne.

"Locked..." He muttered, taking a single step back before kicking the door open with a bang.

In front of him was just one corridor, so long that it seemed endless, with a step descending every few meters.

Qingyi kept his sword in his grip as he walked down the corridor.

It was strange. The walls and floor were made of a refined, high-quality wood, superior even to that of which Heilin’s throne room was made.

But there were no doors or windows, as if the entire corridor had only been made as a path to a single place.

"What a waste..." He muttered and soon his steps stopped. He had reached the end of the corridor.

There was only one door, plain and unremarkable in appearance, and it wasn’t even locked. But Qingyi could sense that there was someone on the other side.

When he finally opened the door, he heard a hoarse, muffled cry.

A man with long gray hair wearing old robes was hiding in a corner of the room.

"P-please don’t kill me, I’m just a humble slave!" The old man prostrated himself, banging his head hard against the floor.

But Qingyi didn’t let his guard down.

This was a man already at the end of his life, but feeling his suppressed aura, he immediately realized that this man was a cultivator of the Foundation Realm, one whose cultivation was not sealed.

It was obvious that he was not a slave.

The handsome young man’s eyes swept the room.

It was a simple place, with a few supplies and a desk covered in scrolls, reports and letters.

"You’re hiding something from me..." Qingyi muttered, his cold, penetrating voice causing the old man to shiver. "Show me or I’ll rip it out of your corpse."

It wasn’t difficult to get the old man to give in. His wrinkled, trembling hands removed a small bag from his robes.

"P-please, I have nothing to do with those bandits, I just-"

"Silence." Qingyi interrupted the old man, grabbing the small bag and opening it.

Inside were fifteen pills, identical to those used by the Hei brothers.