Chapter Fourteen: Forcing His Hand

  The two men walked for almost two kilometers before arriving at a small hill with lush trees, where they dug a large pit in three or two strokes and put the archer's body inside, then started filling the soil.

  "Wait a minute," Chen Taizhong, lying on the ground, coughed dryly and spoke with a smile, "Why dig another hole? Just bury me in it later."

  He was dragged along the way, his clothes had been torn to shreds, and there were scratches all over his body, covered in blood, with blood oozing from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, it was as miserable as could be.

  But he actually laughed out loud and seemed extremely happy.

  "You little scoundrel, do you still want to be buried with my second sister?" The burly man's heart was filled with grief and indignation. Upon hearing this, he didn't think twice before stomping down with one foot, crushing the other person's hand into a bloody pulp. "Let your mouth be even more worthless."

  Her ten fingers were connected to her heart, Chen Tai Zhong was in so much pain that his face turned white, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

  But on his face, he still forced a smile, gritting his teeth as he spoke, "With just this bit of strength, you brothers, one softer than the next, no wonder your second sister doesn't play with you, she's anxious to be reborn... You're too disappointing for her, haha."

  "You really are courting death," the burly man with a curly beard narrowed his eyes, exuding an aura of unrelenting killing intent.

  "Lao San," a gloomy voice came from Lao Da, sounding somewhat displeased, "I brought this person all the way here just to have you kill them?"

  "But this scoundrel is insulting Lao Er!" The whiskered man shouted indignantly.

  "A rare talent among young masters from noble families," Lao Da said calmly, "I'll give him a good beating later."

  "Little kid, your corpse will only be eaten by wild beasts. Think you can get buried? Dream on," the whiskered man snorted coldly and didn't say another word, quickly filling in the grave pit and even reinforcing it a bit extra.

  Everyone is an immortal, this little task really doesn't count as anything.

  "Speak up," said the boss, turning his head to Chen Taizhong after finishing his work, speaking lightly. "About the news of the Zhou family, just say what you know... Don't expect others to come and save you."

  "I've said it all, can you let me go?" Chen Taizhong's lips curled up, revealing a disdainful smile, but his swollen lips looked like two sausages, making the smile look somewhat strange.

  "Leave? Don't even think about it," Lao Da said calmly with a shake of his head. "Say a bit more, and I'll give you a quick death."

  "Anyway, it's a dead man, why should you be cheap?" Chen Taizhong's face turned even whiter, but at the same time, he laughed even more wildly. "No need for anything pleasant... just use whatever means you can to make me frown, and I won't be considered a good fellow."

  "Death is not the most terrifying, what's terrifying is seeking death but being unable to... I'd like to see how long you can endure," Lao Da sneered, raised his hand and formed a seal, then with a flick of his wrist, thirty-six palm prints heavily slapped onto Chen Taizhong's body.

  "This is the Thirty-six Capturing Pulse Palms," he said with a faint smile, "you must hold on, I still have Seventy-two Extracting Marrow Fingers waiting to be tested on you, don't disappoint me."

  The Thirty-Six Breaking Pulse Palm is a set of palm techniques, but in the Windy Yellow Boundary, this palm technique is not famous for its overwhelming combat power, but rather for its notorious ability to torture people. One set of palm techniques can make even an iron man cry out for his father and mother, the pain of the meridians convulsing is truly enough to kill a person.

  Seventy-two bone marrow extraction, it's even more brutal. In large-scale sect wars, this is a means of coercing captives to confess, making people feel the greatest pain while maintaining their spiritual intelligence - as the saying goes "painful to the bone", so how painful is bone marrow extraction?

  Not to mention Yu Xianling, even higher-level ones can't hold on.

  It's precisely because it's effective that these are prohibited from being publicly taught, ordinary people can't even learn the 36 Cutting Pulse Palms, let alone the 72 Extracting Marrow Fingers.

  But Chen Taizhong endured it, however he didn't have the heart to say anything sarcastic anymore. After a set of intercepting vein palms, his face turned pale without any hint of blood color, his teeth chattered loudly.

  Even so, he still kept a smile on his face.

  About half an hour later, the remaining energy gradually dissipated, and Chen Taizhong's body had sweated out more than a catty.

  The boss saw the situation and immediately threw out a finger of extraction, he really knew this.

  Seventy-two fingers went down, Chen Taizhong was in so much pain that he sucked in cold air, and he couldn't help but curse, "Son, have the guts to give your grandfather a thrill... Ha ha, this little trick is also considered torture?"

  His voice trembled, sweat broke out at a faster rate, and his body shook violently - at this moment he felt like being bitten by countless ants, and his mind was not only clear, but the pain was also magnified hundreds of times.

  It's a luxury to even wish for numbness from pain, no wonder it's the renowned Spinal Tap.

  But this guy's face still had a smile that was even uglier than crying.

  "No rush," the old man said with a smile, looking at him, "the finger has been pulled back, and now it's up to you to see how strong you are. I admire heroes the most."

  "Haha, soft and mushy, nothing much," Chen Taizhong laughed loudly towards the sky. It's better to say that he was in pain rather than laughing, but he refused to admit defeat, "No wonder you guys were so angry that you wanted to reincarnate, it turns out you're really this weak."

  "First take off one of his legs and then talk," the bearded man walked over with a cold face, he really hated this person to the bone.

  "Do you think I don't want to?" The boss glared at him fiercely, they often clashed with those who had no backing, and disarming each other was a common occurrence. However, since the opponent came from a not-so-small family, this trick might not work.

  The pill for regrowing severed limbs is extremely rare, and it's unlikely that the Zhou family would have any. Even if they did, it wouldn't be something that a third-rate goods like these three would get to use.

  But family honor is at stake, breaking one leg is death, and breaking two legs is also death. The young master of a noble family really has to put everything on the line, the threat of cutting off arms and legs doesn't count for anything.

  Zheng Jing is a secret technique in aristocratic families, which can be very troublesome. If you cut off one of your opponent's legs, you may have triggered the "Jing Xue Yin Zi" - with one leg gone, life becomes miserable, and they might resort to using blood to summon (something).

  As long as the limbs are intact, as long as one is alive, there is hope.

  His concerns, Chen Taizhong also knew a thing or two, so he coldly smiled and suggested, "You can come and search my soul, don't tell me you won't."

  Soulsearch is a very vicious spell that forcibly searches for information within another person's soul, and the recipient will almost certainly become an idiot. However, the authenticity of the information can be greatly guaranteed.

  Chen Taizhong was not afraid of the other party's soul search, because his spiritual consciousness was very strong. If the other party dared to do so, he had the confidence to catch them off guard and severely injure them - even if it wasn't a severe injury, just delaying their reaction would be no problem at all.

  "Search your soul, huh?" The old man sneered, "I can search my soul, but your family's ancestor is a Ling Xian in the middle stage of the Spirit Realm. If I leave some spiritual awareness in your sea of consciousness, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?"

  He wasn't unable to search his soul, but rather didn't dare to - the divine thought of the Zhou family's ancestor, or it couldn't heavily injure him, however being attached to him, that wasn't something he could shake off in a short time.

  The Sea of Consciousness left behind a divine thought, also one of the two major means of family revenge - Thought Guidance.

  Xue Yin is the victim using their own blood to guide, while Nian Yin is the victim using their resentment to guide. This resentment can be from the victim themselves or from ancestral spirits protecting the family. If someone dares to harm another, the spirit's attention falls on the perpetrator, making it easier for the family to avenge them.

  Chen Taitzong didn't quite understand this statement.

  Although he looks miserable at the moment, he has actually reached a critical point. The thirty-six cuts of the pulse and the seventy-two withdrawals of the marrow finger have brought great pain to his body, but at the same time, the acupoints that were sealed off from him have basically all loosened up.

  All he needed was an opportunity and he would make a surprise attack.

  So he tirelessly provoked his opponent, hoping that the other party would make another move, and he would have a chance to recover his cultivation and survive in death.

  "I'll go find a replacement," the bearded man said, seeing that his own boss was hesitating and not pleased with it in his heart, turned around and left.

  About two hours later, he walked back with a wild boar on the tip of his gun. The boar was still alive, tied up in a bundle with its four legs pointing towards the sky, struggling constantly.

  "Let's kill him with a wild boar, it's also a third-rate ferocious beast," he said, heavily throwing the wild boar to the ground, panting.

  This is a relatively common method, using wild beasts to kill people, and things like blood oaths and curses that don't involve human hands.

  Look at Chen Taizhong who is lying on the ground, Lao Da is a bit angry, the other side has almost collapsed, what do you mean by killing people? "Can't you wait a minute?"

  The burly man's face sank, his shoulders slightly shrugged, and the large gun was ready to strike at any time. "Boss, do you really want to cover for him?"

  "What, you still want to lay hands on me?" The boss's face sank, "You try it."

  "I don't dare fight you, but this guy," the burly man glanced at Chen Taizhong who was lying on the ground with his eyes tightly closed, "can't be left alive."

  Before his words had fallen, he shook his arm and the big gun in his hand quickly stabbed towards Chen Taizhong's chest.

  "How dare you!" The boss's eyes were about to split open in anger, and he raised his hand to block the large gun of the whiskered man. "This stuff still has value..."

  Before he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood. It turned out that the half-dead thing on the ground had moved.

  Chen Taizhong raised his hand, and a foot-long ** appeared in it. It jumped up frantically, inserted itself into the opponent's back, passed through the heart and came out of the chest, then stirred with force.

  He has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and just now he had the chance to launch a surprise attack.

  But before that, his sneak attack ended in complete defeat, so he told himself that this time he really couldn't afford to make a mistake: once he made a mistake, he would have to pay with his life.

  It was precisely because of this that he suggested that his opponent search his soul, for with a strong divine sense, he believed that in such a situation, he would have a greater chance of winning.

  Unfortunately, the other party did not respond to his words at all, so he could only take a gamble and see if he could knock out one of them with a single blow at the most critical moment.

  There is no doubt that this gamble has an extremely low probability of winning - Chen Taizhong doesn't even know what level of wandering immortal the old man is.

  But he had no choice, he was already a dead man, and if he didn't take the risk, there would be no chance of survival, and he couldn't bear to die in such a miserable way.

  Fortunately, he had bet correctly.

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