Despite his pale face, Song Jian still summoned the courage and asked:
"Who... are you? How can there be monster cultivators within the Qian Learning State Boundary? What exactly do you want? Where is this place?"
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:
"I 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!"
Upon hearing this, the monster cultivator sneered coldly, "The Song family... cannot even protect themselves..."
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant like a night owl.
Song Jian was shocked, unsure if it was true, and then cursed angrily:
"Monstrous creature, what nonsense are you spouting?!"
The monster cultivator didnât show anger but instead took out two letters from his sleeve, handing them to Song Jian and Ouyang Mu:
"Use your blood to write a letter."
"You..." The monster cultivator stretched out his crimson finger with tumors, pointing at Song Jian, "Write to your parents, tell them youâre in our hands and they had better behave, or else prepare to collect your corpse..."
The monster cultivator then turned his head to glance at Ouyang Mu. "As for you..."
His face was mostly hidden in a black robe, making his expression unclear, but his tone carried some significance, "Write to your brother, let him be sensible..."
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 "be sensible..."
This indicated that they had already contacted Senior Brother Feng before, and because Senior Brother Feng was not "sensible," thatâs why they captured Little Wood, using his younger brother as a hostage to make him "be sensible?"
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 Sect...
That would be a true act of boldness.
Even if they lost their senses, they probably wouldnât dare...
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, "Iâd rather die than write."
Ouyang Mu remained silent.
Beside him, Song Jian actually showed quite the guts.
"Make my parents behave? What do you think you are?!"
"Threatening the Song family, with just you, a hidden, foul, neither-human-nor-monster creature?!"
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, "Wonât take a toast, but drinking the penalty wine."
"If you wonât write, then I can only take something from you..."
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: "Junior Brother Mu!"
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: "Scoundrel!"
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.
"Forgive me, my lord." 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:
"Since you wonât write letters, I can only resort to this last measure and take some tokens."
After saying this, he pulled out three glowing pills and casually tossed them to Ling Huxiaoâs party, "After taking the pill, your fingers will grow back..."
"I am just following orders, if you cooperate, it saves me trouble; if not, youâll naturally suffer, you canât blame me for this..."
These words, rather than being spoken to the three, seemed more directed at Ling Huxiao alone.