Meanwhile, deep within the mystic realm.
Inside an extremely secluded cave, Su Yueli threw the young cultivator to the ground.
To prevent him from suddenly rising up in resistance or using some secret technique to escape, she raised her foot and crushed his knee joints, as well as his wrists.
Crack.
The sound of shattering bone was exceptionally harsh in the silent cave.
The intense pain caused the disciple to open his mouth wide, but before his mournful cry could fully escape, Su Yueli ripped off a piece of scrap fabric and tightly stuffed it into his mouth.
Cold sweat poured like rain down the young cultivator's forehead, his entire body convulsing violently from the pain while his eyes filled with terror.
Su Yueli looked down at him, slowly removed the rag from his mouth, narrowed her eyes, and spoke coldly, "I ask, you answer, honestly confess, and I won't kill you."
The young cultivator nodded frantically.
From his perspective, this terrifying mortal woman capturing him was undoubtedly to pry into Elder Han's search deployment or the secret route out of the mystic realm.
However, the first question Su Yueli asked completely exceeded his expectations.
"A hundred years ago, do you know of any fellow disciple or sect elder who happened to pass by Daliu Village and killed an ordinary mortal couple on a whim?"
The young cultivator was obviously stunned, his eyes filled with confusion.
He completely failed to understand why this freakishly strong Extreme Martial Artist was going to such great lengths to relentlessly pursue a trivial matter from a hundred years ago.
He pondered for a long time, and ultimately shook his head with some fear, his voice trembling, "I don't know... I wasn't born a hundred years ago, and mortals are no better than ants in