68: The skinny horse gate is not big, but it creates a legend

“This is a snake venom that can poison even a sixth-stage Spirit Forming cultivator. Could he really be a Ru Xuan expert?”

Although he had witnessed the detached sword qi Xu Xi had unleashed earlier, Wang Erg Hammer absolutely refused to believe that Xu Xi was already a Ru Xuan expert.

That was a realm that even the most talented prodigies in the Central Plains had not reached at such a young age, and Xu Xi could absolutely not be an exception.

Perhaps the Xuanjian Sect, renowned for its swordsmanship in Youzhou, possessed some special technique for using sword qi that allowed them to project it away from their bodies.

But Wang Erg Hammer didn't consider that if the Xuanjian Sect truly had such a secret technique, why would they be content to merely dominate a corner of Youzhou instead of marching into the Central Plains and aweing the entire continent?

If Xu Xi knew what Wang Erg Hammer was thinking at that moment, he would probably mock him directly.

“I am a fine young man who received nine years of compulsory education! From a young age, I heard the wise advice: 'Do not accept food from strangers!'”

“Did you think I actually drank that tea?”

His mind was racing with countless thoughts, but no matter how surprised or taken aback he was, Wang Erg Hammer continued his story.

“What happened next is what Xu Xi can imagine.”

“The Juefeng Secret Realm is about to open, and young elites from various other states have gathered in Youzhou.”

“And the Acacia Sect, relying on its vast network of marriage alliances, has gathered a large number of geniuses.”

“Among them, Thunderclap Pavilion from the Central Plains is even closer to Zhu Fengyu’s sister, Zhu Yuqing, from the Acacia Sect.”

“So, through his sister's connection, Zhu Fengyu invited these disciples from Thunderclap Pavilion into Thin Horse Gate, where they indulged in nightly revelry.”

“Those carefully selected 'thin horses' that we cultivated indeed lived up to Zhu Fengyu's expectations, successfully 'persuading' these individuals.”

“Yi Zhusheng promised Zhu Fengyu that after the Juefeng Secret Realm, he would bestow upon Zhu Fengyu a Thousand Peaks Soul Nurturing Grass, allowing Zhu Fengyu to completely replenish his previously depleted vital energy, resolve his chronic ailment of many years, and enable him to successfully break through to Spirit Refinement and reach the sixth-stage Spirit Forming realm.”

“However, the plan was suddenly interrupted by the wise and mighty Xu Xi.”

“This… this is all of it, Xu Xi, are you satisfied?”

After finishing his story, at the end, he subtly yet obviously flattered Xu Xi, hoping to improve his mood and be spared.

Looking up at Xu Xi, Wang Erg Hammer gazed at his cold, icy, yet extremely handsome face, feeling that the killing intent was not as strong as before.

“Not bad, at least I got the information I wanted.”

“But… how did you know all this?”

“Would Zhu Fengyu let you know such secret things?”

Wang Erg Hammer's story had finished playing, and Xu Xi had been quite engrossed in listening.

However, after coming to his senses, Xu Xi felt puzzled as to how Wang Erg Hammer, a gang member, knew so much.

It was evident from Zhu Fengyu's attitude towards Wang Erg Hammer during their first meeting that Xu Xi knew Zhu Fengyu did not consider Wang Erg Hammer a true confidant to whom he could open his heart.

Furthermore, even a true confidant wouldn't know so many of Zhu Fengyu's little secrets, would he?

“Uh… this… this…”

When Xu Xi spoke to this point, Wang Erg Hammer was instantly speechless, uncharacteristically failing to speak decisively.

He turned his head to look at Zhu Fengyu's already cold corpse lying nearby, and only then did he recover, his eyes becoming resolute as he said tremblingly,

“Actually… Zhu Fengyu and his sister were kidnapped by me back then.”

“However, when these children were captured, their eyes were covered, and then they were knocked unconscious.”

“Therefore, Zhu Fengyu doesn't know my appearance, and I have hidden myself very well all these years. Those who knew I brought Zhu Fengyu back to Thin Horse Gate have all died. Otherwise, when Zhu Fengyu sought revenge back then, I would probably have been the first to die.”

“And I have also been very careful to observe Zhu Fengyu's various actions all these years, fearing that he would discover the secret of that incident.”

“To save my life, I would occasionally learn about Zhu Fengyu's secret activities, and over time, I knew more and more…”

It was normal for Xu Xi to be suspicious, but after a brief pause, Wang Erg Hammer's next words were a shocking piece of news, making Xu Xi sigh in wonder.

Thin Horse Gate is not big, but it creates legends!

“So that's how it is. I must say, you do know a lot.”

“But, now that you've told me everything, you no longer have any use.”

“Considering your good cooperation, I'll give you a quick death.”

With a twist of his small hand, the Drunken Sleep Sword, which Xu Xi had been gripping tightly, suddenly flashed, a silver light appearing at Wang Erg Hammer's neck. After blood spurted, there was another dull thud, and Wang Erg Hammer's head fell to the ground.

Xu Xi would not spare Wang Erg Hammer just because he provided some useful information. Xu Xi was very clear about the principle of 'if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow again with the spring breeze.'

After personally overseeing Wang Erg Hammer's “curtain call,” Xu Xi then looked at the other Thunderclap Pavilion disciples who remained silent, equally captivated by Wang Erg Hammer's thrilling story, and said indifferently,

“He said a lot, and it was very useful, but it's not enough. You know more about the Central Plains. Is there anything you want to add?”

“For example… which sects' genius disciples from your Central Plains have already arrived? And where are they located?”

“Also, who exactly has gathered at the Acacia Sect?”

“If I'm pleased, perhaps I'll grant you a quick death.”

“Otherwise, you also know how cruel it can be to be tortured, don't you?”

His words were full of menace, and as he spoke, Xu Xi's hands didn't stop moving, pulling out one strange item after another from his storage bag. These were all Xu Xi's special “treasures” for breaking down the enemy's mental defenses.

If the other party didn't speak, Xu Xi would absolutely not make it easy for them; his main goal was torture.

“Oh, not this one. How did I take out Xue Qing's favorite toy…”

Suddenly, a long, hard stick appeared in his hand. The familiar sensation startled Xu Xi, and he immediately shoved it back.

His tone gradually shifted from initial indifference to something twisted, and the curve of Xu Xi's lips was not something an ordinary person could make.

It appeared, the crooked-mouthed Dragon King! Quick, someone tear Xu Xi's mouth apart!

“This… I… I'll talk!”

“I hope you truly will give me a quick death as you said.”

Finally, they couldn't hold back. These Thunderclap Pavilion disciples knew how many methods cultivators around them had to torture people, and how to ensure the victim experienced the maximum amount of pain.

Because they themselves had tortured captured enemies, they naturally knew how cruel that experience could be.

Subsequently, they spilled all the information they knew, and several Thunderclap Pavilion disciples even supplemented each other's missing information.

In the end, after Xu Xi killed them one by one with his sword, they all met their demise there.