220: You dare to hit my son? You're awesome!

In the afternoon, at the villa's backyard.

Crack!

A crisp crack of a whip tore through the afternoon tranquility.

Awooo—!!!

Immediately following was a heart-wrenching, agonizing howl that rippled outward.

Chu Niubi was tied stark naked to a solid wooden post the thickness of a bowl in the center of the yard, wearing nothing but a pair of rumpled gray boxers.

Ye Chen held a rattan whip soaked in medicinal liquid, standing three paces behind him with an expressionless face.

“Master... Master, go easy on me!”

Chu Niubi turned his head, his face a mess of tears and snot.

“This... this is too damn painful!”

“It's a thousand times—ten thousand times more painful than I imagined!”

“I feel like my butt has split into eight pieces! No, sixteen!”

Ye Chen didn't speak, his wrist merely flicking.

Crack!

Another lash landed precisely on Chu Niubi's back.

A bright red welt surfaced instantly; the flesh puckered slightly, though it didn't actually break the skin or bleed.

Ya—!!!

Chu Niubi's whole body jolted violently, writhing like a fish out of water as the hemp ropes dug deep into his flesh.

“Master! Are you really trying to kill me?”

“I'm your actual disciple! Your first-ever disciple!”

“Can't you take it step by step? Maybe test the waters with a small leather whip first?”

Ye Chen finally spoke, his tone flat: “This is the small leather whip.”

Chu Niubi: “...”

Before he could even wail, the third lash had already fallen.

Crack!

This time it hit the outside of his thigh.

Oh—!!!

Chu Niubi's scream took a sharp turn, the tail end trembling with a strangely eerie quality.

“Master... I'm about to be whipped to death by you!”

“I feel like half of my soul has already floated out...”

“Can we take a break? Just one! Let me have a drink of water! Let me replenish some essence!”

“If you aren't dead, we continue.” Ye Chen's wrist didn't stop.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Three consecutive lashes landed on his shoulder blade, side, and calf respectively.

The crisscrossing welts traced an abstract and miserable 'painting' across Chu Niubi's relatively fair skin.

Chu Niubi's screams were even more varied, rising and falling in cadence as if performing an aria titled 'The Passion.'

He shivered all over from the pain, cold sweat pouring like rain, and he had bitten his lips until they bled.

Most importantly... not long ago, Ye Chen told him that after a few lashes, his body would undergo a brand new transformation.

But he had already taken several hits, and there was no change at all!

At the very least, give him a bit of qi sensation so he could feel like he was cultivating... but there was nothing!

There wasn't a lick of qi sensation in his energy center, only the sensation of wanting to fart from being whipped!

He couldn't help but howl: “Master, owie~ You said there'd be a sensation after being whipped, why don't I feel any bodily changes?”

“Hmm?” Ye Chen paused, then explained, “Aren't the wounds on your body a new change?”

Chu Niubi snapped: “No... Master, are you messing with me?”

Ye Chen spoke calmly while continuing to swing the whip.

“I am not messing with you.”

“If you feel I am and don't want to practice anymore, you can say so now.”

“I'll stop immediately, and you can go back to being the Young Master of the Chu Family.”

Hearing this, Chu Niubi stiffened his neck. Despite the tears and snot on his face, his gaze suddenly became fierce.

“Who... who said I don't want to practice?!”

“Hit me! Keep hitting me!”

“Dammit... I, Chu Niubi... am a man of my word!”

“Even if you whip me into a sieve today... I'll accept it!”

He finished his shout.

Clenching his teeth tightly, he prepared to welcome the next round of the storm.

A flicker of approval passed through Ye Chen's eyes, and his wrist moved again.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The shadows of the whip wove together, the sound of breaking air constant.

Chu Niubi's screams gradually weakened—not because it hurt less, but because his voice had gone hoarse, and he could only manage gasping sounds from the depths of his throat.

After several rounds.

He was covered in crisscrossing whip marks, looking as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.

The surrounding servants, butler, and gardeners had already been scared into hiding inside the house, trembling with fear.

If the Young Master hadn't instructed them not to panic no matter what happened, they would have reported this to the Old Master already!

But in all honesty...

Did the Young Master have some sort of special fetish?

To willingly let another man whip him like this?

On the second floor of the villa.

In front of a large floor-to-ceiling window.

Bai Wanqing stood there quietly, holding a cup of tea.

She watched the brutal training scene in the yard and heard Chu Niubi's distorted howls. Her initially stunned face had returned to a state of calm.

She sighed softly and whispered to herself.

“This so-called training method is truly simple and crude.”

“However...”

“Since Ye Chen is the one doing it, there must be a reason.”

Bai Wanqing shook her head, took a sip of tea, and turned away from the window.

Out of sight, out of mind. She still had a video conference to attend... In the yard, Ye Chen's whip still hadn't stopped.

He had been whipping for nearly half an hour.

It wasn't just Chu Niubi's flesh that was becoming a blur; even his consciousness was beginning to fade, and his vision was darkening.

But just then.

The villa gates swung open without warning.

Immediately after.

A team of about twenty people in black, like a black tide, quickly flooded into the yard. They fanned out, semi-circling Ye Chen and the bound Chu Niubi.

Each of these people had a cold, stern aura and sharp eyes; they were clearly experts.

And at the front of the group.

A Middle-aged Man in a navy blue Zhongshan suit, with a square face and thick, tiger-like eyebrows, strode in with an air of natural authority.

He was in his early forties, burly, and walked with a powerful stride, carrying the oppressive aura of someone long accustomed to a high position.

This was none other than Chu Shixiong, the son of the Chu family head, Chu Wangba!

As soon as he entered the yard, his gaze instantly locked onto the bruised and dying figure on the wooden post.

With just one look.

Chu Shixiong's pupils contracted sharply!

The dignity on his face collapsed instantly, replaced by a livid pallor and a sky-high rage!

“Niubi!”

He let out a deafening roar, the sound waves so powerful they shook the leaves from the trees in the yard.

The next second.

He whipped his head around, his fire-spitting eyes staring fixedly at Ye Chen, who was holding the rattan whip. Veins bulged on his temples as he ground out each word through his teeth.

“You dare whip my son, Niubi???”

Before the words even finished hanging in the air.

A mountain-like aura erupted from his body!

It was none other than the Late Profound Realm!

Only half a step away from entering the Mystic Realm Peak!

A wild wind swirled around him, blowing sand and stones across the ground. The twenty black-clad guards instinctively bowed their heads slightly to withstand this pressure.

The entire backyard was instantly enveloped in a terrifying low-pressure zone!

Ye Chen gripped the rattan whip and slowly turned around.

There was no expression on his face as he simply looked at the enraged Chu Shixiong and nodded.

“It was me.”

“He requested it himself.”

Hearing this, Chu Shixiong was stunned for a moment before laughing out of extreme anger.

“What?”

“My son requested it himself?”

“Hahahaha!!!”

His laughter was like thunder, filled with explosive rage.

“My son likes women, he's as straight as an arrow, and you're telling me he asked you...”

“To strip him naked, tie him to a post, and whip him within an inch of his life?!”

“Kid!”

Chu Shixiong took a violent step forward, making the ground shake!

“I don't care who you are! I don't care what your background is!”

“Since you dared to humiliate Chu Shixiong's son like this today...”

Killing intent surged in his eyes, his voice as cold as ice from the nine underworlds.

“I'll show you exactly how many eyes Lord Ma has!”

The moment the words fell.

The twenty black-clad guards behind him stepped forward in unison, hands on their waists and eyes as sharp as knives, locking onto Ye Chen.

They only waited for the family head's command to pounce and kill!

The atmosphere instantly became tense and hostile!