592: Chapter 592 Holy Land Rules!

"Young Master Qin."

Zhao Lei looked back and discovered the stream of light trailing far behind them.

"That Di Jie is following behind us. Should I send him away?"

"No need."

Qin Yan said indifferently, without even turning his head.

"As long as he does not come to bother me, there is no need to pay him any mind."

"Understood."

Zhao Lei replied, saying no more.

The group continued to follow the rotating ball of blood, flying towards the northwest of Jumu City.

Behind them, Di Jie followed closely.

Ahead, the ball of blood guided the way.

Half an hour later.

The ball of blood stopped moving, hovering in mid-air, slowly rotating, and ceased its movement.

Everyone looked up and saw a dense forest ahead, with ancient trees towering into the sky and vines tangled about.

Not far in front of them, a figure lay on the ground.

It was none other than Zhu Ming.

At this moment, Zhu Ming's eyes were rolled back, his complexion was as pale as paper, and white foam was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

His body twitched from time to time, as if he were still enduring some kind of invisible torture.

A member of the Secret Guard Division carefully approached Zhu Ming, crouched down, reached out to check his breathing, examined his pupils, and then returned to the group, reporting with a complicated expression:

"Young Master Qin, Chief Zhao—Zhu Ming has fainted."

Hiss—

A sound of sharp intakes of breath came from all around.

Fainted?

One must know, Zhu Ming was not a Martial Artist who had never endured hardship.

In the Secret Guard Division, he was subjected to prison tortures every single day!

Spirit Iron Whips, black branding irons, Fire Spirit Rods, water torture... all kinds of cruel tortures were used in turns, yet Zhu Ming could always grit his teeth and endure them; they had never seen him faint before.

It was evident how tenacious his willpower was.

Yet now, he had been tortured into unconsciousness by a single Blood Curse mark?!

This Blood Curse was even more terrifying than they had imagined.

What kind of pain must it be to force a tough man, hardened by torture, to faint from sheer agony?

The gaze of the Secret Guard Division members towards Qin Yan became even more awestruck.

Just then, Zhu Ming seemed to sense that people had arrived nearby.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and he struggled to open his eyes.

Those eyes no longer held their previous sharpness and arrogance, leaving only deep exhaustion and despair.

He saw the figures before him, saw the familiar uniforms of the Secret Guard Division, and saw Zhao Lei standing in the crowd.

"Please... you all..."

Zhu Ming's voice was weak and hoarse, as if he had used up all his strength.

"Kill me..."

He was in so much pain right now.

He was in so much pain that he did not even have the strength to commit suicide.

That kind of pain was not physical pain, but pain from the depths of his Soul.

It was omnipresent, always present, like a festering sore attached to the bone, like a maggot eating away at the bone.

He would rather die than endure this pain any longer.

"Chief Zhao—"

Qin Yan withdrew his gaze, looked at Zhao Lei, and said indifferently.

"Take him into custody."

"Understood."

Zhao Lei nodded and instructed the nearby Secret Guard Division members:

"Take Zhu Ming back."

Several members of the Secret Guard Division stepped forward, using True Qi to condense into ropes, and bound Zhu Ming tightly.

Zhu Ming did not resist, nor did he have the strength to resist. He simply lay limp on the ground, letting the Secret Guard Division members handle him.

Meanwhile, behind a large tree not far away, Di Jie watched the bound Zhu Ming, his eyes widening in disbelief!

They had actually found Zhu Ming!

How was this possible?!

It had only been about an hour!

From the moment Qin Yan entered the Secret Guard Division, to setting out to track him, to finding Zhu Ming now—counting everything, it had only been a little over an hour.

In just over an hour, crossing dozens of miles, accurately finding a person in this vast mountain forest?

What kind of methods did that Qin Yan use?

Were the Disciples of the Taixuan Holy Land really this terrifying?

Di Jie fell silent.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but could not say a word.

He just stood there, watching with a complex gaze as Zhu Ming was captured and taken away.

Qin Yan watched as Zhu Ming was taken away by the Secret Guard Division members, quite satisfied with the power of the Pain Curse.

The Pain Curse was one of the Blood Curses among the Divine Abilities attached to his Indestructible Blood Demon Body.

There were four types of Blood Curses—the Pain Curse, Bloodline Curse, Death Curse, and Protective Curse Mark.

Each had different effects.

The Pain Curse, as the name implied, was to make the opponent endure endless pain.

This was also his first time using a Blood Curse, and the effect was truly tyrannical.

Like Zhu Ming's current condition, as long as he did not remove the curse mark, the Pain Curse would accompany Zhu Ming for the rest of his life.

From now on, Zhu Ming would be in pain at every moment.

It had been less than an hour, and Zhu Ming had already fainted.

If it were for a lifetime—

Qin Yan felt that Zhu Ming might not be able to last a lifetime.

Perhaps in a few days, Zhu Ming would be pained to death, or even beg others to kill him.

"Chief Zhao, my mission is now considered complete. I shall take my leave."

Qin Yan withdrew his thoughts and looked at Zhao Lei.

"Where is Young Master Qin heading?"

Zhao Lei asked.

"To Qingyun City. There is a beast tide there, and I am going there to complete a Holy Land mission." Qin Yan said truthfully.

He had come to Jumu City originally just to go to Qingyun City.

Now that the mission in Jumu City was complete, he naturally had to head to his destination.

Zhao Lei pondered for a moment upon hearing this.

He mused for a while, waved his palm, and suddenly, a bottle of Medicinal Pill appeared in his hand.

"Young Master Qin, thank you for helping me with this huge favor. I see that you also Cultivate Body Refining, so this is a bottle of Awakening Aperture Pills; please accept it as a gift."

Zhao Lei handed the jade bottle to Qin Yan with a sincere attitude.

Qin Yan did not accept it, but said:

"Chief Zhao, you have already posted the mission in the Holy Land; there is no need to pay additional remuneration."

The Taixuan Holy Land had a sect rule: when completing a mission, it was not permitted to demand additional remuneration from the person who posted the mission.

Otherwise, once discovered, the punishment would range from a warning for a minor offense to expulsion from the Holy Land for a major one.

This was also to prevent those Holy Land Disciples from acting tyrannically while traveling, which would tarnish the Holy Land's image.

After all, almost every Disciple who could enter the Taixuan Holy Land had an extraordinary Family background, and if left unchecked, it would be easy to cause trouble.

"Young Master, rest assured—"

Zhao Lei quickly explained.

"This bottle of Medicinal Pill is something I am gifting you voluntarily. I just want to get to know you, Young Master."

"This does not violate the Holy Land sect rules."

Qin Yan, hearing Zhao Lei speak in such a way, no longer declined.

"Then thank you, Chief Zhao."

He took the jade bottle and stored it in his storage ring.

Subsequently, Qin Yan and Zhao Lei's group talked for a while longer before he took his leave.

He turned and walked into the depths of the forest.

The forest he was in was exactly on the path to Qingyun City.

Walking along this path, passing through the forest, and crossing the hills, he would be able to reach Qingyun City.

Qin Yan's figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Zhao Lei watched Qin Yan's departing figure, feeling a slight sigh of admiration.

Holy Land Disciples are indeed powerful.

He is only at the Middle Sixth-Grade, yet he displayed such astonishing methods—blood ball tracking, cursing from a distance; each one was unheard of.