Chapter 50: A Man of Iron

“You’re the dignified Prince Third of Chiyan State. Are you really willing to be a waste from now on?”

Luo Beiyu lifted his eyelids slowly as he put on a mocking smile at the corners of his pale, cracked lips. “I don’t know where Master is, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. Kill me if you dare. I won’t suffer a loss from Gong Qianteng’s company!”

The old man frowned and was about to speak when suddenly, a moan of pain came from the side.

On the cane chair by the side was a man lying down who couldn’t move and whose flesh had all been festered.

He was completely paralyzed from the waist down and needed others to manage his bowels.

His skin was covered with black pustules. When the pustules burst, rancid mucus would flow all over his body.

This man was Gong Qianteng.

Gong Qianteng’s spine was struck by Xiaobao, which then caused hemiplegia. He was also poisoned, so his whole body was now feeling the biting pain of tens of thousands of ants.

His entire body looked like a ghost. When compared to his formerly handsome posture, the difference was like heaven and hell, clouds and soil.

The maidservant who waited on him, even with great patience, showed a look of horror and disgust.

“Ah! Get away! Get away from me! B*tch, how dare you neglect me? I’m going to kill you!”

As he finished speaking, Gong Qianteng pulled out the long sword of his guard and cut off the maidservant’s head.

The maidservant died with her head on the ground before she could even make a sound.

Blood spattered all over Gong Qianteng’s face.

But it only made Gong Qianteng more and more crazy. He glared at Luo Beiyu fiercely with a pair of reddened eyes while roaring hysterically, “Beat him, beat him to death! I must make him beg me to kill him! Cut off all his hands and feet! Ahhhhh!”

The old man in yellow looked at Gong Qianteng scornfully, but he appeared to be respectful and he said, “Rest assured, your Highness. We’ve taken the sect master’s orders and will definitely unleash your anger upon him.”

As he spoke, he looked at Luo Beiyu with a vicious smile on his mouth. “You’re now in Jinhong School’s hands—do you think it’s so easy to die? Let me tell you—when we pull out the meridians in your hands and feet and drain your Mystic aura through our Sky Poison of Illusionary Sand, you’ll become a waste and you won’t even have the strength to resist. Then we’ll sell you to the dirtiest Massive Cave in the ghost market, where people as delicate as you are most welcome, whether man or woman. Hehehe, when the time comes, people there will have ways to open your mouth…”

Luo Beiyu’s heart was like dead ashes, but he looked up with a rush upon hearing the old man, and he shouted hoarsely, “I dare you! I’m the Prince Third of Chiyan State. You can kill me, but you can’t humiliate me!”

“Hahaha… There’s nothing in this world Jinhong School doesn’t dare to do!” The old man in yellow brandished his sword in the air as he talked.

Luo Beiyu immediately let out a cry of pain as his feet fell down feebly. The meridians in his feet were broken.

“Well, how is it? Are you going to tell us the mother and son’s whereabouts?” the old man in yellow asked slowly. “If not, I’m going to work on the meridians in your hands…”

Luo Beiyu refused to say anything as he gritted his teeth tightly. In the end, however, tears of humiliation and despair dripped down from his eyes.

The thought of being the dignified Prince Third who would be reduced to a slave trampled on by others in a Massive Cave made him wish he were dead.

The old man in yellow laughed. “You’ve got tough bones. Let me see how long you can hold on!”