Wenren Lingshe flicked her sleeve. Pei Ling, who had been tightly bound and lying on the ground, was lifted into the air by a surge of magical power. The crimson ropes untied themselves and flew back into her Storage Pouch.
As Pei Ling descended, several sharp cracks rang out. A full set of wooden stocks and shackles had already locked him in place, suspending him in midair.
Immediately afterward, Wenren Lingshe seized the scorpion-tail whip and brought it down hard on him!
The scorpion-tail whip had been specially reforged for punishment. Its entire length bristled with barbs, their tips glowing with a dim blue light. They had clearly been coated with some kind of drug.
With her cultivation, even without using her full strength, a single strike could break through Pei Ling's Nascent Soul Realm body. His skin split open, and blood quickly seeped out.
When the whip recoiled, it tore away a chunk of his flesh without hesitation.
Crack, crack, crack...
As the whipping continued, Pei Ling's wounds not only throbbed with pain but also itched unbearably, as if countless ants had swarmed over them, devouring his flesh without pause.
"This whip was specially made for me by a weapon smith. The pain it inflicts on the flesh is merely a side effect." Wenren Lingshe seemed to notice something. She continued lashing him as she spoke calmly. "The real punishment comes from the liquid coating these barbs. It's the saliva secreted by a certain kind of spirit ant."
"Even the tiniest trace of it will make you itch to the bone. Even a Void Reversion cultivator would find it unbearable."
"I once used it to question a few Nascent Soul Realm demonic cultivators who had thrown their lives away for their cause. They took only two lashes before dropping