After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 62

Qingshu was the kind of person who would not change his expression even if Mount Tai were to collapse in front of him.

He showed no awareness of being held captive, his smile unwavering. “I heal the sick and save lives. How can that be considered without reason?”

He looked at the crowd, but the onlookers, fearing the authority of Qiu Fuxue suddenly looked very busy. The crowd dispersed in an instant.

Qingshu’s lips twitched, and his face stiffened for a moment. These mortals are so loyal.

Yujian  also turned his back, pretending he wasn’t there. A master and disciple are birds of a feather, but they fly their separate ways in times of great danger.

“Cough, cough!” Qingshu awkwardly cleared his throat. He carefully moved a half-inch away from the blade. “Sect Leader Qiu, let’s talk this out… We’re old acquaintances, aren’t we?”

But the look in Qiu Fuxue’s eyes showed no sign of familiarity.

Qingshu sighed deeply and gave in. “Fine, I won’t do business on your turf for free. I’ll pay you protection money.”

Qiu Fuxue remained in his original posture. “It depends on your sincerity.”

Qingshu secretly rolled his eyes. He crooked his fingers, motioning for Qiu Fuxue to lean in.

But the other man was very wary and didn’t let him get close.

“Ah!” Qingshu swore and stood up. Before Qiu Fuxue could react, he leaned in and whispered something in his ear.

At the same time, Qiu Fuxue’s pale red pupils suddenly shrank.

Qingshu leaned back against his small stall, counting on his fingers. “Is this ‘protection money’ enough for me to stay for another ten or fifteen days?”

In the Demon Realm, at the Qingming Palace (Qingming Gong,

After being empty for a long time, the throne finally had a new master.

Long, slender fingers toyed with a dark red spiritual core that emitted a faint glow. Inside it floated Hengjiang , a weapon that had once terrified countless living beings.

Ye Chu  held the spiritual core up to his eyes to examine it. He was still wearing his simple and elegant clothes, which hadn’t become more ornate just because he had ascended the throne.

The next second, he clenched his fist, crushing the one-of-a-kind spiritual core.

The silent hall was immediately filled with the sound of splashing water and painful, muffled groans.

He glanced at the figure being held underwater, then waved his hand, signaling a guard to pull the person out.

His long, dark hair was tightly held. He was suddenly pulled from the water, his mouth wide open, greedily gasping for air. His dim eyes were half-closed, and he was lost in a daze for a long time.

Ye Chu looked at his pathetic state with interest. He opened his mouth and said, “Jiufang Cangze , I truly don’t understand what you are. You can still live after your spiritual core has been removed.”

“Cough… cough cough…!”

Jiufang Cangze’s arms were twisted behind his back by the guards. His bare chest heaved violently, and the large demonic marks on it seemed to move as well.

He vomited a mouthful of bloody water. His eyes were blurry and couldn’t see clearly, likely because his eyes had been gouged out in the illusion.

But the hint of light blue above him was very conspicuous.

Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Ye Chu had his men tie him to a torture rack. The hard chains tightened, and red marks gradually appeared.

He slowly walked up to Jiufang Cangze. A long whip stained with black blood appeared in his hand.

“This is made of animal bone. It has taken dozens of traitors’ lives in the army. Jiufang Cangze, why don’t we let it see just how tough your life is?”

Ye Chu’s voice was not cold. If you listened carefully, it was even a little gentle. He was able to maintain his authority in the army purely through cruel methods.

Jiufang Cangze hung his head weakly. His voice was hoarse. “Ye Chu… tell me, why…”

“There is no why.”

Ye Chu lightly closed his eyes. He moved behind him and brutally brought the whip down.

“Agh—!!”

The place where the whip landed quickly turned crimson. It tore off his skin and flesh from his broad back.

The sudden pain caused Jiufang Cangze to cry out in agony. His body convulsed. Before he could recover, the second whip followed.

“Mmm—!”

Soon, there was no intact skin left on his back. His thin lips were bitten to a bloody mess by his own teeth.

Ye Chu brought the whip down a few more times. When he finally saw the stark white of his spine, he threw the whip to a guard and turned to go back to his throne.

“Keep hitting him,” he said indifferently.

These guards were his trusted confidants, brought back from the army. They didn’t hesitate when they received the command, striking with all their strength.

The sound of the whip hitting flesh filled the entire hall. The air was filled with a pungent, bloody smell.

Ye Chu counted the number of times the whip came down. After only twenty or thirty strikes, the person being tortured fell silent.

He didn’t order them to stop. Instead, he made a gesture with his fingers, and a blood-red umbrella opened above the torture rack.

Every spiritual core held a spirit, and his spirit was this red umbrella.

The umbrella slowly opened to its largest size, and several burning sparks fell, all of them melting into the horrifyingly mutilated body.

“Ah… ah ah ah—!!!”

The unconscious person’s body suddenly convulsed, followed by agonizing screams.

The doors of the hall were tightly shut, but the sounds still escaped. The servants passing by broke out in a cold sweat. They all tried to be discreet, determined not to anger their new Lord.

From dawn until nightfall, the cruel torture never stopped for a moment. Jiufang Cangze’s shattered consciousness struggled between half-consciousness and semi-unconsciousness.

Ye Chu grew tired of watching. Thinking of the person waiting for him at home, he didn’t truly want to kill the man. He raised his hand, stopping the whip that was about to fall.

“Jiufang Cangze, we’re brothers. As long as you beg for mercy, I’ll spare you today.”

“Hmph…”

Jiufang Cangze’s hands were tied to the torture rack. He opened his bloody lips, and his voice was weak.

A servant listened carefully and reported, “My Lord, he says he’s willing to beg for mercy and serve you as his Lord.”

Ye Chu’s lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile. He got up and walked in front of him, grabbing a handful of his messy hair.

Jiufang Cangze’s eyes were half-open, as if he was trying to focus and see the person in front of him.

“…Peh!”

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed onto half of Ye Chu’s face.

The guards beside them broke out in a cold sweat.

“Hahahaha… hahaha…”

Jiufang Cangze looked up and laughed loudly. If not for his broken state, no one would have believed that this expression belonged to a prisoner.

His dim eyes were full of contempt. A cold smile appeared on his lips. “Ye Chu, I don’t have a brother like you!”

Ye Chu’s expression was calm, but the guards who had been with him for many years could see the unfathomable rage in his terrifying eyes.

“All of you, get out,” he ordered the guards.

The doors opened and closed. A group of guards stood outside, not daring to breathe. Only when they were summoned again did they push open the hall doors and enter.

On the cold floor lay the man who had just been laughing wildly. His eyes were rolled back, and all the joints on his body were swollen. His limbs were twisted at a strange angle.

Ye Chu wiped the blood from his face as if nothing had happened. He said coldly, “Demote him to a slave and send him to the army.”