When Zhao Yulin led his men and caught up, he saw two people who seemed to be on the same side now locked in an intense battle. The bald-headed one was clearly at a disadvantage, yet he still clung to his former comrade relentlessly.

Apart from the two engaged in fierce combat, there was another person on the sidelines, watching with a familiar face.

"Surround them all, let even one escape, and you'll be dealt with according to military law."

Zhao Yulin said gloomily, gesturing with his hand and giving a muffled order.

The commotion here naturally attracted Han Yu and others quickly, and Yankong was already being beaten back judiciously.

He was the most severely injured, how could he possibly be a match for Yan Bing? Yet even so, he held on tightly.

Yan Bing was furious, and it wasn't the first time he had started cursing.

"Idiot, do you really want to drag me to death with you?"

Yankong's face was filled with bitterness, but his hand never stopped, and his True Essence poured out as if it was free.

"I really can't control myself, you should flee quickly!"

"If you don't run now, I'm really afraid you'll beat me to death," Yankong thought bitterly. If not for that lustful worm still clutching a stone, he really might have been killed by now.

Yan Bing withdrew skeptically, turning just in time to face Han Yu's smirking face.

"You..."

Before he could even speak, a sharp pain struck his lower abdomen, causing him to open his mouth in agony. Han Yu withdrew his fist deftly, tossing a pill into his mouth and grabbing the stone back in one swift motion.

"You guys continue with the second half."

Han Yu said with a leisurely smile and then fell sharply, sinking into the ground the moment he touched it.

"It's that damn groundhog brat!"

Zhao Yunlin, watching this scene from afar, ground his teeth in anger, vivid memories of the previous day flooding back, a face burrowing around like a groundhog flashed in his mind.

The ten of them quickly formed a tightening encirclement, Zhao Yulin had done enough preparation, circulating his True Essence to the utmost, ready to deliver a thunderous strike in the next moment.

"The Guardian Mansion on duty, everyone cease fighting and surrender immediately."

A cultivator shouted from above, eliciting a series of eye rolls from his companions.

"Damn it, does he think we're in the army? These are cultivators who don't care for logic."

Unexpectedly, Yankong remained suspended, with a strange and stiff expression agreeing.

"Alright!"

Everyone looked on as if they'd seen a ghost, so agreeable, they then turned to shout at Yan Bing.

"The Guardian Mansion on duty, surrender immediately."

Crazy!

Yan Bing glanced at them as if they were fools and then moved to escape. Zhao Yulin, who had been holding back, suddenly exploded, shooting several strands of True Essence straight at him. They transformed into chains in the wind, faster than expected, directly chaining his feet...

——

Yan Bing and Yankong were captured, held up together above Han Yu's head, who looked on with some melancholy.

After all, it was his first time sending someone from the Divine Gaze Realm into a cell.

Zhao Yulin and his people hovered in the air for a while, not seeing Han Yu show himself, so they angrily carried the two unfortunate captives away.

"How did you come up with feeding that Grand Monk a Wish Fulfillment Pill?"

It was only at this moment that Glass spoke up in the Sea of Consciousness.

Han Yu recalled the anomalies with Yankong and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Did you read the side effects of that pill?"

Of course, every time a pill appears, it has to show up in such a prominent position, impossible not to notice.

No matter how you look at it, the effects and side effects of this pill are quite explosive.

"Unable to refuse any reasonable request—have you thought about it, whose standards determine what's reasonable, the person taking the pill or others?"

The ping can't leave any loopholes, such powerful effects—if a selfish person took it, wouldn't every request seem like an unreasonable demand in their eyes?

Only reaping the benefits of Merit Protection without delivering results?

Wishful thinking!

So obviously, whether a request is reasonable is judged by the one who makes it.

As long as the requester thinks it's reasonable, the Grand Monk has to do it.

That is truly explosive.

It's foreseeable that the Grand Monk will definitely be very busy for the rest of his life, and dying will not be easy.

"Wow! You've somehow gotten smarter today."

Listening to Han Yu's explanation, Glass couldn't help but gasp, covering his mouth in astonishment.

——

Zhanzhou State City, the Guardian Mansion's jail.

The treatment of Yankong and Yan Bing was starkly different.

At this moment, Yankong was sitting shackled in a solid steel cell, while Yan Bing was in worse shape, his entire body bound on a torture rack.

They were separated for individual interrogation, Zhao Yulin sat in the cell with a chair, waiting for the results.

Never had they seen someone so cooperative, thought the cultivator interrogating Yankong, as he answered almost every question.

"Name?"

"Yankong!"

"Which sect?"

"Flower Burial Valley!"

"Why did you come to Zhanzhou City to cause trouble?"

Yankong's eyes showed a struggle and his expression was terribly conflicted, but an unknown force compelled him to keep talking, so once again he confessed everything honestly…

Never had they seen someone so tight-lipped, thought the cultivator interrogating Yan Bing, not intending to utter a word.

"Name?"

The interrogating cultivator spoke in a deep voice, Yan Bing glanced dully at him, then turned away, ignoring him altogether.

At this moment, his heart was dead, he still had thoughts of escaping when he first arrived, but after the shackles were secured, he was horrified to find that all his True Essence had completely vanished.

The engraved ink characters on the shackles were unmistakable; they were products of the Mo Family of the Nine Sects.

Without True Essence, he was like an ordinary person, albeit physically stronger, but what good was that?

The steel cell door also bore ink characters, and even the damn torture rack had them.

How could he escape?

The Mo Family's mechanisms were well-regarded in the Cultivator Realm; you can underestimate a Mo Family member's cultivation, but never underestimate the mechanisms they produce.

Whip!

A whip struck him hard on the body, but to both their surprise, there was no reaction.

Yan Bing looked at the blood marks on his chest, puzzled.

Why couldn't he feel any pain?

The whip-wielding cultivator was even more astonished; the whip was a specially crafted magical artifact for subduing cultivators, yet why was there no reaction after a lash?

"You're enduring it, huh? Let's see how long you can last."

The cultivator gritted his teeth, raising the whip to strike continuously.

Swhack! Swhack! Swhack!

After dozens of lashes, Yan Bing's body was crisscrossed with welts, yet he still felt nothing.

"It's the medicine! It's the pill he made me take."

Immediately memories of Han Yu tossing a pill into his mouth flashed through his mind, filling him with terror.

Did he take away my sense of pain?

On the other side, Yankong almost entirely disclosed his background, repeatedly divulging even many unknown secrets of Flower Burial Valley.

The interrogating cultivator was elated, feeling extremely satisfied.

When Zhao Yulin entered, stepping in briskly and seeing the thick stack of confessions in his subordinates' hands, he couldn't help but be surprised, skimming through them quickly with satisfaction.

The sound of the whip from the adjacent area resumed, yet not a single cry of pain was heard.

"Quite a tough guy indeed."

Zhao Yulin nodded appreciatively, a hard nut was to his taste.

"Who's the person next door?"

Originally just testing the waters, unexpectedly, Yankong continued answering all questions.

"Yan Bing."

"Identity?"

"Senior brother of the Hehuan Sect."

Who would have thought he knew even that, Zhao Yulin gave a meaningful look to his subordinate, who immediately understood, sitting back down to continue the inquiry.

And Zhao Yulin, holding the confessions, walked out. Passing by Yan Bing's side, he paused slightly, turning to speak to the whip-wielding subordinate.

"I really admire these tough guys. Find a few more cultivators to take turns beating him, three lashings a day, no exceptions."

Carrying the confessions back to the Government Office, Zhao Yulin sat at his desk, spreading out the papers.

He initially thought it was merely an act of evil cultivation creating chaos, but as he read, his brows furrowed more and more.

Has the Dragon Blood Stone appeared?

Body Cultivator Divine Techniques?

Strange pills?

How does that groundhog brat have everything!

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