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The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix C201

Chapter 201: Senior brother watches the show and gets angry

“Ah–!!!” Xue Xinghai never imagined that the joke he had just made would turn out to be so prophetic and that he would find himself under the torture device he had crafted with his own hands.

The seemingly ordinary small dagger in Zhuang Yan’s hand couldn’t penetrate the cicada shell of the Core Formation stage cultivator, but it could slice through the body and into the soul.

With just a light scratch on his shoulder from Zhuang Yan, Xue Xinghai was drenched in sweat, his eyes fierce as he glared at Yun Yiyi and the others watching. But to maintain credibility, he had to endure. At least, he needed to stall for some time. However, after just a quarter of an hour, Xue Xinghai couldn’t bear it any longer and shouted, “Stop-stop’ll confess!! I’ll tell you everything!”

Those words made Zhuang Yan’s heart skip a beat. He understood the power of the torture instrument he held and had seen stubborn sinners spill everything under its threat. He now worried that Xue Xinghai might confess everything, implicating him directly.

Zhuang Yan glanced at the three people beside him, then set down the torture instrument and asked, “Why did you kill twenty-seven internal disciples?”

“I…” Xue Xinghai looked into Zhuang Yan’s fierce gaze and realized that if he said something he shouldn’t, Zhuang Yan would immediately strike him down.

“Someone ordered me to do it. That person is called Yanhai!! He’s a wanted criminal at the border of the realm. He paid me in spirit stones to help him kill twenty-eight inner disciples who had crossed him.”

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yan pondered for a moment and quickly understood that he could resolve the situation by paying restitution. If Xue Xinghai confessed as such, all he needed to do was surrender some spirit stones as stolen goods, and the matter would be resolved.

As for this Yanhai, Zhuang Yan could handle him personally. Killing him directly would leave no evidence behind.

“How many spirit stones did he give you?”

“Half a million.”

Zhuang Yan sighed inwardly at the amount, then asked, “Where are the spirit stones?”

“In the basement of Wutian Sword Pavilion.”

“I see…” Zhuang Yan nodded. Then, he turned to the three witnesses and said, “Miss Elder Hu, it seems it won’t take much longer. I’ll send someone to retrieve the stolen goods from the Wutian Sword Pavilion shortly. As for this Yanhai, I’ll also dispatch someone to apprehend him.”

However, their poor acting didn’t escape Ye Anping’s notice. He shook his head disapprovingly.

Without Ye Anping needing to say anything, Hu Tianyue said, “Elder Zhuang, I’ve heard about some similar cases. The lives of twenty-eight inner disciples, including two from the inner circle, constitute a grave offense. Even with Pavilion Master Xue’s contributions to the Sword Sect and considering past merits, the crime could be reduced by a level. But even so, it’s still a capital offense. You don’t need to show mercy. Just extract the truth from his soul.”

“This…” Zhuang Yan was momentarily speechless. Due to its side effects, the soul-searching technique was not commonly used and was generally reserved for those who committed unforgivable crimes. If a cultivator underwent soul-searching, it was equivalent to being killed outright. Though one might retain one’s life and cultivation, one’s soul would inevitably be severely damaged. After such damage, they would become similar to a babbling fool, with intelligence even inferior to an infant’s, for at least an infant would cry when in pain and laugh when satisfied.

Hearing this, Xue Xinghai panicked and quickly pleaded, “Elder Hu!! I’ve already confessed! After all, I forge swords for the Sword Sect. How can you be so heartless…”

Ye Anping interjected, “Pavilion Master Xue, you have taken the lives of thirty sect disciples, and twenty-eight of them are direct descendants of the Yun family of the Sword Sect. There are countless individuals with outstanding qualifications among them. Ultimately, whether by immediate execution or by soul-searching, the result is the same. Soul-searching will at least spare you the pain.”

“Spare me the pain! Do you call having my soul shattered ‘spared pain’?” Xue Xinghai retorted.

“Your ultimate punishment will be death by the Threefold Fire. If you become a fool beforehand, at least you won’t feel the pain, right?” Ye Anping countered.

Zhuang Yan frowned, bringing up etiquette to intervene, “Young Master Ye, you haven’t even been formally accepted into the Yun family yet. How dare you interfere with the internal interrogations of the Sword Sect?”

However, Yun Yiyi, displeased, chimed in, backing up Ye Anping, “Elder Zhuang, Young Master Ye is merely speaking up for me. As a member of the Sword Sect and its eldest lady, shouldn’t I have a say in interrogation matters?”

Zhuang Yan’s lips twitched, his mind racing for a way to save Xue Xinghai. After all, he was considered a significant figure, skilled in crafting and with commendable aptitude. It would be a waste for such a person to die under such circumstances.

But what could be done now? Was it necessary to abandon Xue Xinghai?

Zhuang Yan furrowed his brow, finally making a decision. He turned to look at Xue Xinghai behind him, his eyes carrying a hint of apology as if saying—For the greater good, I have no choice but to sacrifice you.

Seeing this, Xue Xinghai’s eyes widened. This wasn’t what was agreed upon, was it?

Zhuang Yan promised him that after he used the internal organs of his disciples to refine an evil body infused with the blood of the Yun family and attached the soul of Yun Kunwu, imprisoned in the forbidden area, he would appoint him as the chief swordsman of the Sword Sect.

He agreed to help Zhuang Yan with this because he hoped for this promise, and the secondary reason was that Yun Kunwu had once been kind to him. But he never expected that he would end up dying at the hands of Zhuang Yan.

“Zhuang Yan!!! What the hell…”

Zhuang Yan concentrated his spiritual power on his fingertips and ran it across Xue Xinghai’s neck. In an instant, the golden flames of a burning soul appeared in Xue Xinghai’s eyes. His facial features contorted, and his bound arms struggled desperately on the torture rack.

Within moments, a golden spiritual light emerged from Xue Xinghai’s throat, floating in mid-air like a will-o’-the-wisp, before Zhuang Yan crushed it with his hand.

Xue Xinghai’s memories flashed like a revolving lantern through Zhuang Yan’s consciousness.

Ding——ding——

The sound of forging iron echoed in his ears. Xue Xinghai had focused solely on sword-making and refining for hundreds of years. Even when helping Zhuang Yan kill his disciples, it was to obtain better materials for sword-making. However, now Zhuang Yan also saw the jade pendant that Xue Xinghai had seen on Ye Anping’s waist.

Initially, Zhuang Yan thought Xue Xinghai was overreacting, but he realized its value after seeing the phantom pendant. Finding such a rich aura in the Southern Region was rare.

Fortunately, he also saw that the evil body refined by Xue Xinghai had been completed, lacking only the final blood spirit bead.

“Receive!”

Zhuang Yan withdrew consciousness and turned to the three people beside him, saying, “The sin cultivator, Yanhai, caused this matter. As for the specific reasons, he doesn’t know. He was just doing it for the money.”

Hu Tianyue nodded and took a sip from her jade gourd. Seeming bored, she stood up, waved her hand, and said, “Then I’ll leave it to Elder Zhuang to handle.”

With that, she walked towards the interrogation room door, followed by Ye Anping and Yun Yiyi, who also stood up and left with her.

Zhuang Yan stood in place, frowning deeply at Ye Anping. It wasn’t until the three of them had left the room that he turned his gaze back to Xue Xinghai, who was still bound to the torture rack, and murmured,

“Fellow Daoist Xue, I will surely use the heads of those three to honor you from now on.”

“Abba, Ababa, Abba——”

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