Cruel and Inhuman

"Murong Mo... you... you're actually alive!?"

Di Nüfeng stared at Li Xuanxiao in front of her, disbelief etched on her face.

Li Xuanxiao blinked.

He never imagined he would see Di Nüfeng again in this manner.

As expected, she hadn't gone down with Liu Qiushui in a mutual destruction.

That day on Mount Wu Wang, after personally witnessing Li Xuanxiao being killed by Liu Qiushui.

Di Nüfeng and Liu Qiushui had engaged in a chaotic battle, causing their recently recovered injuries to worsen.

Then, a third party had intervened, forcing both sides to tacitly withdraw from the battlefield to avoid being exploited.

After returning, Di Nüfeng had even erected a cenotaph for Li Xuanxiao.

She had even sworn before his grave that she would bring Liu Qiushui's head to offer sacrifices to him in the future.

Unexpectedly, she would meet Li Xuanxiao again today.

Li Xuanxiao forced a smile, "Actually... actually, I'm still alive."

Di Nüfeng raised an eyebrow and looked at the Nascent Soul Old Demon who had brought Li Xuanxiao and Zhang Tianxin back.

The Nascent Soul Old Demon quickly explained, "Esteemed Leader, these two are connected to the Lord's disappearance. I suspect they captured the Lord."

Di Nüfeng nodded thoughtfully, then looked back at Li Xuanxiao.

"You're alive, why didn't you come to find me?

Oh, you... you went back to Shushan, and you promised to be my subordinate, but you went back on your word. I hate people who go back on their word the most!!"

Di Nüfeng put her hands on her hips, stood up from her seat, and paced back and forth.

"Hmph, and I even erected a cenotaph for you and had people worship you. You ungrateful wretch...

Were you ordered by Shushan to take our Lord wherever you took him? Speak or not?"

Li Xuanxiao forced a smile, "Boss... could I trouble you to tell me who this Lord is?"

"You know perfectly well!"

Di Nüfeng said coldly.

A red whip appeared in her hand.

"Crack!!"

A whip lashed out, immediately followed by a scream.

"Speak or not! Speak or not! Speak or not! I'll make you stubborn!!"

"Ahhh..."

Li Xuanxiao blinked and glanced at Zhang Tianxin, who was being beaten.

Zhang Tianxin's mouth twitched, and her eyes widened.

She... she hit the wrong person, right?

Why are you hitting me?

If he won't talk, you hit him?

"Stubborn as a dead duck, huh."

The red whip seemed to be infused with magical power, evident from Zhang Tianxin's even more piercing screams.

This time it hurt even more.

Li Xuanxiao swallowed, this was inhumane!!

He felt that if this continued, Zhang Tianxin would be beaten to death.

"...Boss, I really don't know who the Lord you're looking for is. I was just passing by, just passing by, it has nothing to do with me."

Zhang Tianxin's wails grew increasingly shrill.

Di Nüfeng eventually even rolled up her sleeves to whip.

Zhang Tianxin was beaten so badly that her vomited stomach acid splashed onto Li Xuanxiao.

Finally, Di Nüfeng seemed to get a little tired and stretched.

"Come, lock them up. I'll interrogate them thoroughly after I rest."

"Yes!"

Zhang Tianxin and Li Xuanxiao were each locked in separate cells.

Zhang Tianxin was thrown onto the damp ground, gasping in pain.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, are you alright?"

Li Xuanxiao's voice came from the opposite cell.

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Zhang Tianxin: ...

"I'm fine, do you believe me?"

Li Xuanxiao said admiringly, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, you truly are from a prestigious sect. To be beaten like this and not utter a single word, I am impressed!"

Zhang Tianxin's lips twitched. She... she... he didn't even ask me!!!

He just kept hitting me!!

I wanted to speak, but did she ask me?

She just kept beating me.

Zhang Tianxin looked at Li Xuanxiao with a resentful gaze.

"Who was that woman?"

Li Xuanxiao slowly replied, "Di Nüfeng."

"Di Nüfeng!?" Zhang Tianxin's expression changed drastically. "Is that Di Nüfeng from the Heavenly Fiend Hall?"

"It's her!" Li Xuanxiao nodded.

"It seems there's no hope for either of us. I heard this Di Nüfeng is a ruthless killer who enjoys torturing righteous disciples to death, then watching them beg for mercy before giving them hope, only to crush them in the end..."

Zhang Tianxin glanced at her wounds. It seemed today was just an appetizer.

"Speaking of which, you seem to know that Di Nüfeng."

"...You could say that. We have a history!"

A history?

No wonder she only beat me today. This must be psychological warfare, meant to make Li Xuanxiao fearful and terrified. Constantly thinking about when it would be his turn. This was far more terrifying than the physical pain. It was like the difference between a slap to your face and a slap you knew was coming but didn't know when it would land.

Having figured this out, Zhang Tianxin turned and looked at Li Xuanxiao in the opposite cell. Just as she was about to offer him some words of comfort, she froze.

Li Xuanxiao's cell was a spacious and bright room containing a soft and comfortable large bed, covered with thick plush blankets. Not far from the bed was an exquisite table, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen, with four legs carved with intricate floral patterns, resembling a work of art. Above hung a magnificent chandelier, its dazzling crystal pendants shimmering with brilliant light. In one corner of the room, there was even a dressing table...

Zhang Tianxin looked back at her own cell. The only furniture was a bucket. Used for his waste.

Zhang Tianxin: (⊙o⊙)...

"You... you're a spy for the Demonic Cult, aren't you!!!"

Li Xuanxiao calmly explained, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is a trick by the Demonic Cult to sow discord between us. Don't fall for their scheme!!"

Zhang Tianxin nodded thoughtfully, as if suddenly enlightened. "The Demonic Cult is indeed insidious!"

"Time to eat."

At this moment, a disciple of the Demonic Cult walked over and casually tossed a bowl of rice into Zhang Tianxin's cell. Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage do not abstain from grains and still require food to sustain themselves.

Zhang Tianxin glanced at her meal. It had both meat and vegetables, not great but not too bad. Then she looked at Li Xuanxiao.

He didn't get any food, and the Demonic Cult disciple simply walked away. This made Zhang Tianxin even more convinced of Li Xuanxiao's earlier statement; they were trying to drive a wedge between them.

"Fellow Daoist Li, you should eat something too."

Zhang Tianxin wanted to pass her rice to Li Xuanxiao but realized she was too far away to reach him.

Li Xuanxiao shook his head. "Fellow Daoist Zhang, you've been gravely injured today. You should replenish your strength first. It doesn't matter if I go hungry for a few meals."

Zhang Tianxin nodded and no longer refused, eating heartily. The food entering her stomach did indeed make her feel better.

Just then, the Demonic Cult disciple returned, pushing a small food cart.

"Hey, this is your food."

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