74: Torture and liberation, and one more person.

When Jiang Yan arrived at the North Courtyard with Yin Duo, the team of over a dozen people left Yin Duo somewhat confused. However, as she followed Jiang Yan to the door of the room, her face instantly turned as red as a monkey's butt.

Even if she were stupid, she would know what was happening inside. But before she could mentally prepare herself, Jiang Yan pulled her inside.

“Ah... my eyes!” Yin Duo screamed in terror, startling the male Disciples inside so much that they trembled.

“Stop shouting! You won't be able to take responsibility if you scare them!” Jiang Yan said, waving his hand at the two male Disciples.

Seeing this, the male Disciples quickly pulled up their pants and ran outside. Before leaving, they intentionally glanced at Yin Duo, their contemptuous eyes seemingly telling her that with a flat board of a body like hers, they wouldn't touch her even if she were given to them for free.

“Hey... what kind of look is that?” Yin Duo stomped her feet in indignation.

Jiang Yan had no intention of helping Yin Duo and spoke directly: “Enough, I didn't have you follow me to put on airs. I want you to know that anyone who dares to betray me will not come to a good end!”

Hearing Su Chen say this, Yin Duo immediately straightened her posture and then glanced at Fang Wanrou.

This look was significant; her face turned even redder, as if it were boiling water.

At this moment, Fang Wanrou's eyes were hollow and lifeless, a sign of fatigue after extreme indulgence and utter exhaustion.

Jiang Yan placed his hand on Fang Wanrou's forehead, intending to transfer a bit of qi-blood to her, but suddenly discovered that Fang Wanrou's Soul seemed to have been annihilated.

Jiang Yan knew very well that under such torture, the Soul would certainly suffer. It would be strange if no problems occurred.

After the spirit of qi-blood circulated through Fang Wanrou's body once, she revealed a foolish, idiotic smile.

She was even murmuring something, her voice so small and light it was like the larva of a mosquito or fly.

Jiang Yan closed his eyes and listened carefully to every word Fang Wanrou said. When he heard a certain name, a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“Fang Wanrou, I hope in your next life you won't be so infatuated with love. Just be an ordinary farm girl.”

As Jiang Yan's voice fell, Fang Wanrou's heart vessels were instantly shattered by him.

[Killed Qi Blood Sixth Layer Cultivator Fang Wanrou, gained experience: 7,000, gained life span: 259 years, life span: 522 years]

[Current Experience: 76.19%]

[Plundered 0.3 essence from Fang Wanrou]

[Plundered Fang Wanrou's Elementary Martial Skill: Blood Haze Sword Technique]

Seeing Fang Wanrou first humiliated and then killed by Jiang Yan shattering her heart vessels, Yin Duo's face, standing to the side, instantly turned deathly pale.

She had thought Su Chen would kill people, but she never expected Fang Wanrou's death to be so miserable.

“Does this scare you?” Jiang Yan stood up and looked at Yin Duo playfully.

Yin Duo nodded, then quickly shook her head.

Seeing the terrified and dazed Yin Duo, the corner of Jiang Yan's mouth hooked up: “Come, I'll take you to see someone even more miserable.”

Yin Duo nodded woodenly and followed Jiang Yan out of the room.

“Alright, you guys handle Fang Wanrou's body. She's been played to death by you.”

Hearing that Fang Wanrou had been played to death, the Disciples who had lined up several times at the back showed satisfied smiles.

Jiang Yan didn't care at all about what these Disciples thought. Anyone who stayed in this psychotic Sect for long would be an outlier if they weren't at least a little bit mentally ill.

When Jiang Yan arrived at the South Courtyard, Qin Tai's body had already begun to rot, but he could do nothing but watch his body slowly decay.

“Ugh...” Yin Duo fanned away the smell, looking at Qin Tai in shock.

At this moment, she finally understood the horror of Su Chen's words.

“Oh, you're quite persistent.” Jiang Yan looked at Qin Tai with a grin.

Seeing Su Chen's demonic smile, Qin Tai was finally terrified. He began to roll his eyes constantly, signaling that he was willing to confess everything, just to be given a quick death.

Jiang Yan knew what Qin Tai wanted to say, but he simply wouldn't give him the chance. He turned to Yin Duo and said, “Among the last batch of Disciples who entered this year, call over someone named Chen Bufan. He should be a Disciple of the Blood Sword Pool.”

Upon hearing Su Chen mention the name 'Chen Bufan', Qin Tai's eyes bulged out, as if he were pleading or trying to kill Su Chen with his gaze.

Yin Duo didn't dare ask more and turned to run toward the direction of Blood Sword Peak.

“Oh, my good brother, why are you so excited?” Jiang Yan smiled as he took out a gold needle and gently pricked it into the center of Qin Tai's forehead.

“Su Chen, you will die a horrible death. Even if I turn into an evil spirit, I won't let you go.” Qin Tai shouted hysterically, but unfortunately, his strength had been drained, and his voice sounded like a patient who had suffered from kidney deficiency for years.

“Oh, is this impotent rage? Or a final struggle?” Jiang Yan's smile was very sinister. He flicked his left hand, and a yellow Talisman immediately appeared in his grasp. “Want to turn into an evil spirit? Want to seek revenge on me? Fine, I'll satisfy you!”

Seeing the Talisman in Su Chen's hand, Qin Tai instantly became mute. He had heard Fang Wanrou mention that she once doubted Su Chen's abilities, but looking at it now, this wasn't doubt—this was a Devil Head hiding his means!

“What are you afraid of? I won't let you die so easily. I'll have you turn into a resentful spirit, and then I'll turn your corpse into a zombie. That way, I can kill you three times! Don't you think I'm a good person!”

Hearing Su Chen's incredibly crazed words, Qin Tai's mental state completely collapsed.

“You're not human, you're an unpardonable great Devil Head! You're a lunatic, a complete and utter demon!” Qin Tai screamed in terror.

Unfortunately, his voice didn't sound like a scream, but rather like a plea for mercy.

Jiang Yan felt that Qin Tai's suggestion was good. In the future, if anyone dared to oppose him, he would torture them to death, refine their Soul into a resentful spirit, and refine their body into a zombie.

‘Oh, this really is a great way to get three kills out of one person!’

While Jiang Yan was immersed in thoughts of torturing his future enemies, Yin Duo arrived carrying a young man whose hands and feet had been broken.

“Master, this person is Chen Bufan. He tried to run away, so I had to break his limbs,” Yin Duo said, dropping Chen Bufan.

“Mm.” Jiang Yan nodded with satisfaction, took out a Storage Pouch, and tossed it to Yin Duo. “Well done. Go to the Menial Hall and get me two coffins. Then tell them to keep making coffins for me; one Spirit Stone for every fifty coffins.”

Hearing the price Su Chen offered, Yin Duo could hardly believe it. Fifty coffins converted to silver was only four hundred taels, yet Su Chen was giving one Spirit Stone. This price was far too expensive.

Jiang Yan didn't care about Yin Duo's little thoughts. He wanted the coffins to raise corpses. If anyone provoked him, he would prepare a coffin for them. In just seven days, he could harvest a wave of experience and life span.

“What are you standing there for? Go quickly,” Jiang Yan said.

“Oh, okay.” Yin Duo snapped out of her greed and turned to run toward the Menial Hall.

Coffins were rare in other Sects, but the Blood Cloud Sect was different. The Menial Hall had plenty, and many Menial Servants spent every day making them.

“Blood Disciple, what wrong have I committed? Why are you treating me like this?” Chen Bufan said weakly.

“Chen Bufan, Fang Wanrou's half-brother. Because your mother was a maidservant, you weren't favored by the Family, so very few people know you are a member of the Fang Family. Am I right?” Jiang Yan spoke calmly.

Hearing Su Chen's words, Chen Bufan's pupils constricted. He never expected his identity to be exposed.

“Damn that Fang Wanrou, I hate you...” Chen Bufan said through gritted teeth.

Jiang Yan shook his head. He had thought this kid's script would make him some kind of protagonist, but unfortunately, he ran into a schemer like himself, so he could only let this 'protagonist' go offline first.

As Jiang Yan took out a gold needle and walked toward Chen Bufan, Chen Bufan hurriedly pleaded: “Blood Disciple Su, no, Master, please let me go. I have a grudge against the Fang Family. As long as you let me go, I'll do anything.”

The corner of Jiang Yan's mouth curled into a cold smile. Holding the gold needle, he smiled faintly: “Is that so? Then go and die!”

As Jiang Yan's voice fell, the gold needle in his hand instantly pierced into Chen Bufan's Tianling point. Immediately after, Chen Bufan let out a heart-wrenching cry of agony.

‘Scream, scream. It's best if your resentment is stronger; that way, I can harvest more experience.’

While Jiang Yan was admiring his handiwork, Qin Tai suddenly panicked. But before he could bite his tongue, Jiang Yan's voice reached his ears.

“Don't worry, after you die, I'll keep you well-nourished in a coffin. After all, your resentment is much stronger than Chen Bufan's!”