Chapter 1008: Chen Ye's Methods! (Part 3)

Chapter 1008: Chapter 468: Chen Ye’s Methods! (Part 3)

“Woo woo woo…”

Hua Jingxin couldn’t hold back her sobs any longer, her delicate nose turned red, and her slender frame trembled incessantly.

Especially upon hearing the myriad methods from Chen Ye’s mouth,

her legs quivered, almost hinting at an intention of losing control.

Hua Wuyin heard his sister’s cries, his handsome face wavered between darkness and light, before he gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Ye:

“It’s us who have eyes but fail to recognize Mount Tai, offending Peak Master Chen. If Peak Master Chen has any demands, just say them! Even if it means me, Hua Wuyin, becoming a horse or cow, I’ll have no complaints! I only beg that you show mercy and spare my sister. Her cultivation is weak, she hasn’t even killed a chicken, and has never raised a hand against the Peak Master from the start!”

If it were earlier,

the Liu-named female cultivator would definitely chastise Hua Wuyin for lacking backbone, but now, she merely pressed her lips tightly and lowered her gaze.

“Brother…”

Hua Jingxin cried even harder upon hearing her brother’s pleas, her eyes brimming with fear.

“If you had been this reasonable earlier, why would you have had to endure these hardships?”

Chen Ye smiled faintly, a smile like a spring breeze that fell on them and seemed more sinister than an evil spirit.

He swept his wide sleeve.

“Jingle—”

A few blank jade scrolls fell crisply in front of Hua Wuyin and the Liu-named female cultivator.

“Leave a spiritual mark and write a letter home. Tell the people of Huayue Mansion to bring sincere ransom.”

Hua Wuyin acted as if pardoned from a great offense, scrambling and crawling towards the jade scrolls on the ground, trembling as he split his divine sense to record the plea for help.

Though the Liu-named female cultivator felt humiliated, under Chen Ye’s various tactics, she could only swallow her pride and reluctantly pick up the jade scroll.

As for He Qinyuan…

The one battling her was Qing Jun.

The little girl was strong, hitting without restraint, leaving He Qinyuan unconscious and still in a coma.

Seeing the two comply obediently, Chen Ye nodded with satisfaction.

Then, his gaze slowly shifted, landing on the girl in the corner who was curled into a shivering ball.

“Chen… Peak Master Chen…”

Seeing Chen Ye looking her way, Hua Jingxin turned pale with fright, stammering as she shrank back,

“My… My brother already agreed to pay the ransom, so I don’t need to write, right?”

“You naturally don’t need to write.”

Chen Ye’s smile deepened,

“Though you didn’t act, you indeed came here. Do I need to say more about what you intended to do?”

Hua Jingxin’s expression of luck froze.

“Zhiwei, watch these three closely.”

Chen Ye straightened up, grabbed Hua Jingxin by the back of her collar, and headed deeper into the rear mountains,

“As for this Fellow Daoist Hua, she knows too much, and her status is somewhat special. As her teacher, I will take her away to find a quiet place… and have a thorough interrogation.”

“Th-thorough interrogation?!”

Hua Jingxin’s mind went blank as if it had exploded.

No matter how handsome Chen Ye’s appearance, as long as she recalled the methods he mentioned earlier,

those terrifying scenes of evil cultivators depleting female cultivators and draining their essence vividly appeared in her mind.

“Brother! Help me! Senior Liu, save me! I don’t want to go!”

Thinking of this, she was mentally broken, tears streaming down her face as she cried, her legs tightly tangled together.

Chen Ye curiously glanced at the girl’s tightly wound legs.

This Hua Jingxin, her psychological resilience, is quite poor…

But he didn’t mind provoking her a little more, and chuckled lightly:

“Save your strength, for there will be times when you’ll call out.”

“Woo woo woo…”

“Peak Master Chen! Let’s talk reasonably, please release my sister!”

Hua Wuyin’s eyes were fierce with anger, wanting to rush forward, but was coldly forced back by Zhiwei with a sword, the sharp sword aura directly poised at his throat.

“Stop right there.”

The sword-wielding girl said coldly, her gaze resting on her master’s back before silently retracting.

No matter what the master intended to do,

as a disciple, she could only support unconditionally…