Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 133 - 127: For Heroic Venerate, Kill, Kill, Kill! (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Votes)

Chapter 133: Chapter 127: For Heroic Venerate, Kill, Kill, Kill! (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Votes)

In the dimly lit room, Huang Feihong was hung up entirely.

Two silver needles were inserted into his chest.

At this moment, the shorty woman approached and asked, "Tell me, what is your name?"

Huang Feihong said in pain, "Fang Baoyu."

"Lies!"

The shorty woman flicked the two silver needles with her fingers, causing Huang Feihong’s whole body to tense up, his face flushing red.

Pain!

Intense pain!

The pain made his chest feel like it was rebelling, gnawing at itself.

"Tell me, what is your real name?"

As the woman asked, she inserted another needle into his chest.

Seeing the needle that could kill from pain, Huang Feihong’s head grew heavy, and he quickly replied, "Huang Feihong."

"What do you do?"

The woman’s fingers seemed eager as she asked.

"I am a disciple of the Yunlin Palace, and Yunlin Fairy is my master!"

Huang Feihong hurriedly "honestly" replied.

Being a professional "night crow" and previously a torturer "Clamp," he was skilled in this area.

At that moment, the woman fiercely flicked the silver needles, causing his chest muscles to tumble wildly.

"Ah!"

Watching this woman play the lute on his body, tears and snot came out from the pain endured by Huang Feihong.

"Actually, I am part of the Spirit Fish Gang, Elder Yilin, soon to be promoted to Elder Bilin, I really am!"

Huang Feihong quickly confessed in tears.

He had prepared several identities for himself.

If each identity were a garment, stripping him bare would take some effort.

That is, if he doesn’t die from the pain.

Shorty seemed to believe him, gradually ceasing her actions, but the silver needles still trembled, continuously tormenting him.

At this moment, a tall woman came in and said, "Sister, stop playing with him. What’s the point in questioning him like this?"

Shorty pondered, "But the latest news is that the chaos in Yu State isn’t as bad as imagined."

"So what? It’s just like Qingzhou, if anyone disobeys, we’ll just kill them. Previously, someone praised the Qingzhou masters to the skies, but weren’t they wiped out by us, one by one?" the tall woman said proudly.

Indeed, when Divine Sect from Divine Country entered Qingzhou, some within their ranks believed Qingzhou was filled with formidable experts, not easily dealt with.

However, they crushed through like a hot knife through butter...

Now in the current world, who could stop the advance of White Socks!

At this moment, Huang Feihong couldn’t help but say, "If you are so formidable, do you also have a move ’Men Can’t See’ besides ’Women Can’t Be Seen’?"

Shorty involuntarily said, "You know about this too."

"Since neither men nor women can see it, then you all are truly invincible. Actually, I am quite interested in ’Women Can’t Be Seen,’" said Huang Feihong.

"Too bad you are not a woman, so you can’t see it," Shorty teased.

"Actually, there might be a chance," Huang Feihong said thoughtfully.

"Hmm?"

"In Yu State, we have Old Demon Duan who can turn men into completely fallen women."

Huang Feihong tried to engage the two women in conversation, seeking topics.

As a spy, only through such interactions could he possibly find an opportunity while being captive.

Hearing this, Shorty wondered, "Yu State has such a person?"

The actions of White Socks Sect were not impulsively decided but had been long-planned.

They intended to preach in Yu State, which meant biting into the local forces of Yu State; they had some understanding of the key figures there.

But this Old Demon Duan sounded evil, yet they were unaware of him.

Not long after, Shorty reportedly had gone to look up this person.

Huang Feihong wanted to continue talking with the tall woman, but she just sneered coldly, paying him no heed.

A short time later, Shorty returned and mocked, "Old Demon Duan is a new demon emerging in Yun State, what the hell does that have to do with you Yu State people?"

Huang Feihong’s face flushed, retorting, "Since ancient times, Yun and Yu have been close as kin, what difference does it make between Yun State and Yu State?"

In fact, Jianghu people from Yu State and Yun State have always looked down on each other; there was never a time of kinship.

Huang Feihong brought up Old Demon Duan not only as small talk but also to subtly undermine their authority.

After all, Old Demon Duan’s evil reputation was quite terrifying.

At this point, Shorty was dismissive, "Old Demon Duan, Dog Demon Duan, anyone who dares to obstruct our Divine Sect will meet a dreadful end."

Huang Feihong was a bit surprised.

Surprised that even after hearing the name of Old Demon Duan, they still didn’t react much.

If Shorty and the tall woman were high-level practitioners from Divine Sect in the Tongyou Realm who despised Old Demon Duan, it would be understandable to him.

But these two had only just entered the Qi Sea Realm and were already so confident.

Yet, the absurd strength of White Socks Sect was indeed in their ability to conquer the strong with the weak.

He not being a match for these two was the perfect example.

"But Yu State is definitely not to be trifled with; just the Tang Sect’s Nine Young Masters, Huangshan Six Swords, and Linglong Palace’s Sun and Moon Double Sabers, to name a few, won’t let you run amok easily," Huang Feihong continued.

At this moment, the tall woman spoke up, "Do you think we’re underestimating Yu State martial arts?"

"Weren’t you also of the opinion that they were stronger than us?"

Huang Feihong defiantly said, "Although your move is formidable, it’s enough to deal with me, but to confront these famous masters, it’s simply inadequate."

"It might be inadequate, but here there aren’t just two of us wearing white socks. I might as well tell you, since sooner or later all of Jiu Zhou will encounter us, we often move in groups of tens or hundreds. The number of famous masters who have died at our hands is even hard to count," Shorty giggled.

At this, Huang Feihong only felt a chill running from his feet up to his brain.