Read Novel Full Chapter 794 - Beifeng (02)
Chapter 794: 794 - Beifeng (02)
"Ah... how many more months are you going to last, you worthless piece of shit? That spear isn’t something someone of your caliber should be able to obtain.
My master said it’s at least at the level of a stellar sovereign, and your cultivation technique isn’t far behind!
Just tell me already—where did you hide them?"
An irritated voice cut through the silence of an empty cultivation hall.
The owner of that voice was a young man with long white hair, carefully tied into a high bun, whose beauty could draw sighs from any woman who crossed his path.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, holding a closed fan, his chest rising and falling with irritated breaths.
Before him, with their arms raised and bound by chains extending from the ceiling, hung two figures.
A handsome young man with short black hair, and beside him, a woman whose appearance was so ethereal she looked more like a fairy straight out of an old painting.
The young man was drenched in his own blood, every inch of his skin marked by deep cuts and dark bruises, while the fairy had tears silently streaming down her face, moistening her trembling lips.
They were Chen Wei and his woman.
"F-fuck you, you a-asshole!" Chen Wei spat out the words along with a gulp of blood; his voice came out hoarse but still carried a defiance that made the air in the hall vibrate.
"Hahaha, so that’s how it is, isn’t it?" Su Beifeng flashed a crooked smile—a strange mix of arrogance and restrained hatred—pointing a single finger toward Chen Wei’s left leg.
He channeled his Qi, and a wet snap tore through the air, followed by a pitiful scream that drew a satisfied laugh from Beifeng.
"Do you really think your foolish loyalty will be rewarded? No, do you really think Qingyi would come after you? He only gave you those items because they were useless to him!"
"F-fuck you..." Only those words managed to escape Chen Wei’s cracked lips.
The rage in Beifeng’s eyes intensified, a vein visibly throbbing on his forehead.
"Ah... you arrogant little son of a bitch, who the hell do you think you are to have endured my torture for so many months?" Beifeng growled, taking a step forward and landing a brutal punch to Chen Wei’s face.
The impact echoed through the hall, the prisoner’s head lolling to one side as more blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
"Ah..." Beifeng shook his head, panting, and his eyes slowly slid over the fairy, assessing every curve of her body like a hungry wolf.
He still maintained a certain level of respect for women, which was why he hadn’t acted against her until now, but that respect was rapidly running out.
"W-what do you want, you pig?" she snarled, turning her face away and spitting on the floor right in front of Beifeng.
"Do you really think I won’t rip both her arms off and ravage her right in front of you while she cries out in pain?" Beifeng asked, a sickening smile forming on his lips.
He’d already been cruel.
He’d already cut off Chen Wei’s cock; he’d already destroyed every finger and toe, one by one.
Why the hell was that bastard still resisting?
At that moment, Chen Wei’s eyes widened for a split second, pure terror taking hold of his gaunt features.
"N-no, don’t say anything to him, my love! I can take it! Even if he kills me, I can take it!"
"YOU CRAZY BITCH!" Beifeng bellowed, his face red with rage.
"What the hell are you thinking? You’re supposed to be begging him to spill everything, not telling him to resist! Are you retarded? What’s wrong with you?" Beifeng growled, stomping the floor so hard that fine cracks spread across the stone tiles beneath his feet.
A woman willing to be abused and lose both her arms just to protect her husband’s secrets—wasn’t that absurd?
"You two are sick—what’s wrong with you?" he asked, but his voice couldn’t hold out for long.
"That’s called loyalty."
A voice echoed through the hall, and immediately Beifeng’s mouth snapped shut, choking on his own saliva.
The voice was serene and calm, so soothing that merely hearing it seemed to bring peace to the soul.
Masculine and dignified, it resonated as if it belonged to an ancient god descending from the heavens.
But it brought no calm to Beifeng—not as it had to Chen Wei and his wife.
The moment that voice reached his ears, Beifeng’s entire face contorted with terror, his heart sinking like a stone into a bottomless well.
That voice carried an ancient murderous intent—worse than anything he had ever felt in his entire life.
It was as if a god of death were standing right behind him, breathing down his neck.
"Y-you wretch!" Beifeng roared, spinning on his heels and lunging toward Qingyi.
His fan opened in a single fluid motion, transforming into a sharp blade that sliced through the air at a terrifying speed.
Qingyi moved casually, without any hurry.
A light touch of his fingers reduced the fan to fine dust that scattered into the air.
A second touch, and Beifeng was hurled toward the wall, his body crashing into the stone with a crash that made the entire hall shake, pieces of plaster falling from the ceiling.
Ignoring him completely, Qingyi walked over to Chen Wei and his wife, his footsteps silent on the bloodstained tiles.
"I’m sorry, my friend. It seems I took too long..." Qingyi flashed a pained smile, his eyes sweeping over his friend’s wounds with obvious guilt.
"Ah... no, you arrived just in time, hahaha..." Chen Wei coughed up a weak laugh, spitting out a little blood in the process, and Qingyi couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle as well.
With a slight wave of his hands, he severed the chains binding the two of them. Their battered bodies fell, and Qingyi carefully caught them before laying them on the ground.
Immediately afterward, he channeled his Qi to remove the blockages in the couple’s cultivation, and used his cultivation technique to restore every damaged part of their bodies.
The two watched, their eyes filled with wonder, as everything returned to them—their cultivation, their strength, their severed limbs sprouting anew as if they had never been lost.
"Recover. I’ll take care of that pig."
Qingyi smiled sweetly, and the next moment he was already standing in front of Beifeng, his previously calm eyes now brimming with murderous intent.
"You’re going to die in agony, you know?"
Following those words, Beifeng screamed in sheer desperation.
"MASTER, SAVE ME!"