Will He or Won't He? Yu Xiaogang's Nightmare

In the dungeons of Spirit City.

This place held those who had fallen, enemies of Spirit Hall, and some spare spirit beasts.

Wails echoed one after another throughout the dungeon, the air thick with a mixture of rot, stench, and the metallic tang of blood.

Yu Xiaogang felt his heart race at the sound of the cries, and the smell made his stomach churn violently.

However, his mouth was gagged, leaving him unable to speak or even vomit.

"Are you going to talk or not!" With a sharp crack, a whip lashed across Yu Xiaogang's body.

"Ugh~" Yu Xiaogang let out a muffled groan, his body trembling as a bloody welt appeared on his clothes.

"Not talking, are you!"

The jailer wielding the whip struck again and again, and before long, Yu Xiaogang was covered in blood.

If an ordinary person had been whipped like this, they might have already been beaten to death.

Although Yu Xiaogang was a Spirit Grandmaster, he could not withstand such torture.

"Alright, don't actually kill him; the higher-ups still need to question him!" another jailer spoke up.

He stepped forward, removed the gag from Yu Xiaogang's mouth, and said, "Let him scream; it's more satisfying to beat him that way."

Seeing the twisted expressions on the two jailers, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly spoke:

"Let me go! I... I am a disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"If you... treat me like this, aren't you afraid that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Spirit Hall will go to war?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was intermittent and frantic.

He dared not mention his status as a member of Spirit Hall, as the people who had captured him were from Spirit Hall themselves.

Therefore, he could only invoke his background, hoping these men would show some restraint and not be so ruthless.

"Hmph, ignore him. The higher-ups already told us: he is an outcast of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Don't be afraid, keep questioning him."

Another whip lashed against Yu Xiaogang, tearing his skin and flesh.

"Ah~" Yu Xiaogang wailed, unable to catch his breath.

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's cry, the jailer with the whip wore a satisfied, twisted smile.

In his agony, Yu Xiaogang could no longer care about his pride and hurriedly said, "I am different!"

"My father is the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. Even if I have left the sect, the blood flowing in my veins is still his!"

"My father is also a guest elder of Spirit Hall. You cannot treat me like this, or my father will never let you off!"

Yu Xiaogang could only pray that these men would fear his father and release him.

But the jailers were unimpressed. No matter how high-ranking a guest elder was, could he possibly be greater than His Holiness the Pope?

"So much nonsense. Not talking, are you? Keep beating him until he does!"

Several more lashes followed, and the sound of pig-like squealing filled the cell.

"Stop hitting me! What exactly do you want to know? Just ask!"

"If you don't ask, how am I supposed to know what to say?" Yu Xiaogang's voice was hoarse.

His clothes were already shredded, covered in bloodstains.

If he didn't yield now, he felt he might truly die here.

Even if Spirit Hall wanted the secrets of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he could reveal a thing or two; the clan had betrayed him first, after all.

But the two jailers had started beating him the moment they dragged him in without asking a single question—how was he supposed to answer?

"Did we not ask?" The two jailers looked at each other. "Seems we forgot!"

Hearing their conversation, Yu Xiaogang was so angry he nearly coughed up blood.

Damnable Spirit Hall, I, Yu Xiaogang, will never stand under the same sky as you. If I do not avenge this, I am no man! Yu Xiaogang screamed in his heart.

One jailer finally spoke: "You spread the faith of the Evil God; what is your motive?"

"What Evil God faith?" Yu Xiaogang was stunned. When had he ever spread the faith of an Evil God?

"The Rakshasa Meditation Method. This meditation method points toward an Evil God, leading many spirit masters on the continent down the path of depravity."

Spirit masters with firm resolve might not be affected by this meditation method.

But many spirit masters lacked strong willpower, had no hope of further advancement, and some even possessed spirits that were naturally inclined toward darkness and evil.

They naturally became fallen ones, beginning to use any means necessary to improve themselves.

Fortunately, this Rakshasa Meditation Method was only a technique for cultivating spirit power and could not produce any terrifying skills.

"You still dare to say this isn't the faith of an Evil God?" The jailer questioned according to the instructions from above.

Rakshasa Meditation Method? Isn't that a book from the Spirit Hall library? I only borrowed it to bring it back to light! Yu Xiaogang thought to himself.

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, wanting to tell the truth, but that was the very masterpiece of spirit theory he relied on for his fame.

If he revealed the truth, his reputation as a Grandmaster of Spirit Theory would be gone.

"Still not talking, are you? You really are a lackey of the Evil God!"

The jailer grew impatient, and the sound of pig-like shrieking echoed through the cell once more.

Yu Xiaogang could no longer hold out and hurriedly cried, "I'll talk, I'll talk! I didn't know that was an Evil God's faith."

"That Rakshasa Meditation Method... I found it in the Spirit City library."

The two jailers clearly didn't believe him. Spirit Hall suppressed the soul beast forests and spread the radiance of the Angel; how could they possibly harbor an Evil God's meditation method?

"Still being dishonest, daring to splash filth onto Spirit Hall? Let's keep beating him!"

Yu Xiaogang didn't even have the strength to scream anymore, and before long, he actually fainted.

"He passed out already? Is that all a Great Spirit Master has?" The two jailers were speechless; they hadn't had their fill yet.

"Fine, I'll go report this to the warden. You throw him into Scar Brother's cell and see if he stays honest after that!" one jailer said.

"Scar Brother?" The other jailer's eyes lit up.

"Good idea. Although this kid is a bit ugly, he's got tender skin and soft flesh. Scar Brother should like him."

"Heh heh, send him to Scar Brother's cell; let his daisy evolve into a sunflower!" the two jailers laughed sinisterly.

Outside Spirit City, Ling Feng and Bibi Dong embarked on their journey to gain experience.

The two bypassed the closer options and chose not to head for the Star Dou Great Forest, instead setting their course toward the Sunset Forest.

Ling Feng now possessed a storage soul tool, and he wanted to collect the immortal herbs and spiritual medicines before any complications could arise.

Bibi Dong, wanting to spend a few more days with Ling Feng, agreed to his suggestion.

Furthermore, the Sunset Forest was thousands of miles away, and they would inevitably have to stay at inns along the way. When night fell, she would be able to be with Ling Feng.

Bibi Dong looked at Ling Feng, unable to tear her gaze away, longing to speak with him.

"Ling Feng, your martial soul is also a Demon Spider. I think this map will be of great use to you!"

On the road, Bibi Dong tossed a map to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng took a look and discovered that it contained the locations of soul beasts suitable for providing soul rings to a Death Demon Spider or a Soul-Eater Demon Spider.

Qian Xunji is certainly generous, going so far as to do this for Bibi Dong. Still, it's my gain now!

The soul beasts suitable for Bibi Dong were naturally suitable for him as well, saving him the time of searching for them himself.

"Thank you, Bibi Dong!" Ling Feng said with heartfelt gratitude.

[The remaining chapter will be updated during the day.]