85: Chapter 85 Soul Search! That woman, carrying my child, was nailed to the dungeon!

The roar of that Qingyun Sect Disciple, using the last of his strength, echoed in the empty cavern.

"Don't you want to know Lin Yueyao's situation?"

Lin Yueyao.

As those three words left his mouth, the air inside the cavern seemed to freeze.

Jiang Feng, who had a playful smile on his face just a second ago, instantly lost all expression, his face turning completely blank.

This blank face was more chilling to the bone than any ferocious expression.

For several months, Jiang Feng had been busy with his Family, taking concubines, and the schemes in Huoyang Commandery.

He had deliberately suppressed this name in the deepest depths of his memory, not daring to touch it.

That was a knot in Jiang Feng's heart, left behind for the sake of his Family.

He owed that stubborn woman too much.

For the sake of the Jiang Family, she had given up her freedom and returned alone to that cold Sect that treated her as an outcast.

Jiang Feng had always thought that his feelings for these women started with the System, with benefits, and were calculated exchanges.

But at this moment, he only felt a rush of blood straight to his head, and all his schemes and disguises collapsed in an instant.

"Speak."

A single word squeezed out from Jiang Feng's throat.

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Jiang Feng slowly raised his eyelids.

Those eyes, which always held a hint of laziness, had no trace of other color now, leaving only a pitch-black void that seemed capable of swallowing the surrounding light.

With him as the center, a cold killing intent suddenly erupted outward!

The temperature inside the cavern plummeted!

A thin layer of white frost even condensed on the stone walls!

Beside him, Yao Shifei saw Jiang Feng like this for the first time.

She could clearly feel the power radiating from Jiang Feng that seemed ready to tear everything apart, yet that power carefully bypassed her, not letting her feel even a trace of coldness.

Jiang Feng's grip on her hand tightened unconsciously, with a force so great it almost crushed her finger bones.

Yao Shifei did not struggle. Instead, she used her other hand to hold his even tighter, trying to soothe the about-to-lose-control Jiang Feng with her own body warmth.

The heavily injured Senior Brother Liu keenly detected the dramatic shift in Jiang Feng's emotions.

Far from being afraid, a twisted smile appeared on his face.

He believed he had grasped a chance to survive and held Jiang Feng's weakness.

"Hehe... It seems that the bitch who was crippled by the Sect is very important to you."

Senior Brother Liu laughed while coughing up blood, his posture instantly becoming arrogant and high-and-mighty.

"Want to know her whereabouts? Sure."

"You, now, immediately, kneel down before me, then make a Heavenly Dao blood oath, swearing to spare the lives of us martial brothers, and offer up all the treasures on your body."

"Otherwise, you can forget about ever hearing news of that bitch in this lifetime."

He was certain that Jiang Feng would compromise.

However, Jiang Feng only looked at him expressionlessly, without a single ripple of emotion in his eyes.

"Noisy."

He spat out two words.

"I will give you three breaths."

"If you don't speak, I will look for myself."

Jiang Feng's tone was very calm, yet it left absolutely no room for negotiation.

The smugness on Senior Brother Liu's face froze.

He didn't believe it! He bet that Jiang Feng was bluffing! How could a man not care about his woman and his own child!

"Stop fucking threatening me! You must make an oath! Otherwise, you will never..."

"Three."

Jiang Feng's voice sounded, without any fluctuation, yet it caused the heartbeats of the two Qingyun Sect Disciples to suddenly accelerate.

Senior Brother Liu's forehead was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

"Two."

Jiang Feng's gaze shifted, a faint red light flashing within his pitch-black pupils.

A suffocating sensation gripped their throats, making it impossible for them to breathe.

"One."

"Time is up."

Jiang Feng's voice fell, pronouncing their final judgment.

He didn't look at the two pale-faced guys again. Instead, he turned his head and said to Yao Shifei beside him in an almost whispering tone.

"Fei'er, Soul Search."

Soul Search.

These two words struck the two Qingyun Sect Disciples like a bolt from the blue.

Their bodies trembled violently, and the last trace of color drained from their faces.

Death was merely the destruction of the body and Dao, falling into Reincarnation. But being Soul-searched meant their Divine Souls would be forcibly torn open and read, ultimately leading to Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, with no chance of Reincarnation. This was a form of torture in the cultivation world.

They had not expected Jiang Feng to use such a ruthless method.

"No! Don't! I'll speak! I'll tell you everything!"

The Disciple who had barely spoken was the first to break down, tears and snot flowing, losing control of his bladder and bowels as he let out a non-human scream.

Senior Brother Liu also seemed to go mad, kowtowing with all his might, making thudding sounds against the ground. "I'll speak! I'll tell you everything! Please! Lin Yueyao, she... she..."

"Too late."

Jiang Feng's gaze slowly swept across their distorted faces.

Yao Shifei did not hesitate for a second.

She understood Jiang Feng.

The moment Jiang Feng said 'Soul Search', the fate of these two was already sealed.

She reached out her jade-like hand across the empty space, spreading her five fingers, and made a sudden clenching motion toward the two.

"Ah—!"

Two silent screams rang out, wails originating from the level of the Soul.

Two illusory Souls were forcibly dragged out of their limp Physical Bodies by an irresistible force.

The Souls struggled frantically in midair, twisting into various terrified shapes, their facial features squeezed together.

Jiang Feng took a step forward, appearing in front of the two Souls. He extended two fingers and lightly tapped the center of their brows.

Buzz!

Countless memory fragments flooded into Jiang Feng's mind. These memories were chaotic, filled with blood and slaughter.

His Divine Soul felt as if it were being torn apart, causing immense pain.

Jiang Feng's body swayed slightly, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

But he endured the piercing pain, using his Divine Thought to search through the massive sea of memories.

Finally, he found it.

The scene before his eyes shifted.

It was a dark, damp dungeon, the air thick with the smell of blood and mold.

A dim oil lamp flickered on the wall, its weak light barely illuminating a corner.

A familiar figure was hung there by two thick chains of Profound Iron.

Her long silver hair was scattered in disarray, stained with dirty blood and dust, covering half of her face. Only her bloodless cheek and cracked lips could be clearly seen.

Her collarbones were actually pierced by two Soul-Suppressing Hooks shimmering with black runes, pinning her entire body to the cold wall!

It was Lin Yueyao.

Her aura was weak to the extreme, as if she could fade away at any moment.

Yet, her face was very peaceful.

Her gaze was incredibly gentle. She struggled to lower her head, using her only hand that could still move to gently caress her clearly swollen abdomen.

That gesture formed a stark contrast with the gloomy dungeon.

From outside the dungeon, the filthy words of the jailers could be faintly heard, mixed with bursts of laughter.

"Have you heard? It's this bitch who is pregnant with a bastard!"

"Heh, once she gives birth, the offspring of such a Prodigy make the best supplements."

But Lin Yueyao turned a deaf ear, only whispering to her belly over and over again in a weak voice.

"Baby, don't be afraid."

"Mother... Mother won't let them hurt you..."

There was even a weak smile on the corner of her lips.

"Your daddy, he will come very, very soon to take us... home."