Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 610 The Living Yama (11,000 words)

It's afternoon now.

The heavy snow from last night had stopped, and a few wisps of clouds still drifted in the sky. The sun hid behind the clouds, peeking out only in slanted rays, making the sky still fairly bright. Ziyu and Mingyue were genuine ninth-rank martial artists, among the top experts in the entire martial arts world. Yet, for some reason, the moment they stepped into this small courtyard, they felt a tightness and coldness throughout their bodies.

In a daze, it felt as if I had stepped into a dark and ghostly realm.

A chill emanated from all directions, binding the two bodies together like ribbons of silk.

In the blur, it seemed as if something furry was wriggling on my skin, sending a chill down my spine.

Gudong.

Mingyue swallowed hard.

She stared at Granny Liang's back with disbelief. She couldn't understand why this old woman, who wasn't even a martial artist and could be easily crushed with a flick of her finger, could bring her such fear. Could she also be a reclusive super master whose strength she couldn't even discern?
Could it be a grandmaster of Luo Yuheng's level? What kind of place is this Prince Yan's mansion? How come there are so many experts here?
Quietly, Mingyue glanced at Ziyu, seemingly hoping that the latter would offer some advice out of consideration for their past as fellow disciples. However, when Mingyue looked over, she noticed an indescribable fear on Ziyu's face, her flat stomach heaving as if she were about to vomit. Though her feet were moving, her heels kept unconsciously pressing down. Clearly, Ziyu was prepared to leave at any moment.

Mingyue was shocked. What kind of old woman could make the usually bold Senior Sister Ziyu look like this? Her little heart grew more and more curious.

Squeak.

Just then, a hoarse voice came from ahead, and the door was opened.

The room was clean and tidy, with a low table, a chair, a bed, and not much other furniture, giving it a somewhat shabby feel.

Seeing this, Song Yan sighed helplessly: "Granny Liang, you have ten taels of silver every month, why do you have to live such a frugal life?"

Ten taels of silver is quite a lot.

Even in the household of a duke, the average concubine, mistress, and son or daughter born out of wedlock would only receive this amount of monthly allowance.

If this were in the imperial palace, given Emperor Ninghe's poverty, the princess probably wouldn't even have ten taels of silver a month for pocket money.

With ten taels of silver a month, not to mention anything else, adding a wardrobe or dressing table to this room would be a piece of cake.

A wrinkled smile appeared on Granny Liang's deeply lined old face: "This old woman is getting old. Everything I need for food, clothing and daily necessities is provided by the Prince's Mansion. I don't need those messy things. Too many things will only make things more chaotic and cause the Prince to worry. This old servant deserves to die."

As she spoke, Granny Liang squatted down and gently tapped a stone slab twice. The slab was then lifted up, revealing a slightly dark passageway. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the slab was riddled with holes of various sizes, clearly for ventilation, to prevent those deep inside from suffocating.

Granny Liang slowly took out an oil lamp, lit it with a tinderbox, and then walked down the passage step by step, with Song Yan following closely behind.

Ziyu and Mingyue exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and finally followed behind.

As soon as they entered the passageway, their expressions changed. The air was filled with a smell that resembled a corpse fermenting for more than ten days—rotten and foul. By the light of the candle in Granny Liang's hand, they could even clearly see specks of dust floating in the air.

Dirty, filthy.

The steps of the passageway slope downwards.

After walking down several dozen steps, the view suddenly opened up.

It's likely that the entire courtyard where Granny Liang lived has been completely hollowed out.

It was pitch black down there. Although there was an oil lamp, the flame was only the size of a soybean, dim and weak, and could not illuminate very far. However, Granny Liang was obviously very familiar with the situation down there. She casually walked to the side with the oil lamp, hung it on the wall, took a few steps forward, took out a tinderbox, and with a hum, a torch stuck on the wall instantly sprang up with a flame more than a foot long.

They lit flames in several other directions, and for a moment the underground space was brightly lit, the firelight so dazzling that it took some getting used to. After a few breaths, as their eyes adjusted to the torchlight, everything in this underground space was finally fully revealed to everyone.

hiss.

The next second, there was a gasp of shock.

Mingyue and Ziyu subconsciously looked around and saw a jumble of things piled up on the ground in the corner: a rusty saw with what appeared to be rotten bits of flesh and dark red blood clots hanging from it; a yellowed axe, its blade gleaming with countless bones; a piece of cloth hanging on the wall, covered with thin, sharp steel needles, each over a foot long; and strange pliers, which, for some reason, seemed to match teeth perfectly.

There were also some white bones, including leg bones, arm bones, and skulls, all polished smooth and shiny.

Is this place a secret chamber in the Prince's mansion, or a torture chamber in the government office?
Even more frightening was the presence of some strange and unusual things that neither of them could name.

Song Yan knew some things, such as that ordinary three-inch-long razor blade that Granny Liang used to peel people's faces, those bamboo skewers that were used to insert under fingernails, those pieces of paper that were soaked and used to smear faces, and that jar of honey that was used to attract flies, ants, and even rats... It was only in winter that snakes, insects, rats and ants didn't come out much, otherwise Granny Liang's secret room would be several levels more lively.

There was also a basin next to it, filled with some dark, paste-like substance, which was probably Liang Pozi's latest research, but I wondered what it was for.

"Purple Jade?"

"Moon?"

Just then, a slightly weak voice suddenly entered everyone's ears. In this extremely quiet environment, the voice seemed particularly abrupt, and everyone shuddered before looking in the direction from which the voice came.

But then, at the very depths of the secret chamber, there was something that looked like a cross.

Dong Yunshu was found to be trapped on this frame by iron chains.

Normally, Dong Yunshu wouldn't care about these things, but now that her internal energy is sealed by Luo Yuheng, she is powerless against these iron chains.

Although it had only been a day since they last met, Dong Yunshu had changed drastically... Although her face was still the same, she looked more than ten years older, with deeper wrinkles around her eyes and a weak, listless voice.

Of course, Dong Yunshu was a grandmaster-level existence after all, and she still had the pride she should have. Although her current situation was somewhat miserable, it was absolutely impossible to make her submit. Her deep-set eyes looked at Mingyue and Ziyu with deep hatred and resentment.

"traitor."

Dong Yunshu is not stupid.

Seeing Mingyue appear here following behind Song Yan, he already knew what was going on.

It must have been Mingyue who betrayed her, otherwise why would Song Yan appear downstairs at Fengcai Tower? And even make thorough preparations.

Mingyue didn't mind, she just smiled faintly.

There was a cleaner chair there, so Song Yan pulled it over and sat down in front of Dong Yunshu. He looked her up and down before slowly saying, "I'm not one to dawdle... Dong... uh, Madam, I'm giving you two options now."

"First, I will pass on all your life's skills to a woman in the royal palace. From then on, you will no longer suffer from the torment of the cold poison and will live as an ordinary woman. I can guarantee that you will die a natural death."

"Second, if you refuse, then Granny Liang will treat you well, and after suffering all kinds of torment and pain, you will desperately yearn to die."

"Now, you choose."

There was no beating around the bush; it got straight to the point.

"Ha ha……"

Dong Yunshu chuckled as if she had heard a funny joke, and looked at Song Yan as if she were looking at a fool.

What a joke.

What is the purpose of immersing oneself in martial arts for decades?
Isn't that even greater strength?
A higher realm?
Now he's actually transferring all the power he's painstakingly cultivated over the years to his woman? What kind of pipe dream is this Prince of Yan having?

Song Yan was not surprised by Dong Yunshu's reaction at all, nor was he angry about it. Hearing this, he simply sighed helplessly: "Why bother? We could have had a pleasant transaction, why did we have to take it to the worst possible point?"

“Heh…” Dong Yunshu laughed again: “A pleasant transaction? I’m afraid only His Highness Prince Yan… oh, right, and perhaps your woman will feel pleasant.”

"I don't find anything pleasant about this deal."

The next second, Dong Yunshu's lips suddenly curved into a slight smile, her eyes seemingly filled with mist. The firelight reflected on Dong Yunshu's face, making her clean, fair, and beautiful face appear as if veiled in a hazy, dreamlike glow: "Your Highness, Prince Yan..."

In an instant, Dong Yunshu's voice changed tone, becoming soft and slightly hoarse, sounding like a feather gently rustling against Song Yan's chest.

His throat bobbed slightly. For some reason, in Song Yan's eyes, the woman in front of him, who had already been tied up, seemed to become more and more beautiful and alluring, like a ripe peach. A certain desire seemed to arise deep in Song Yan's throat, a desire to take a big bite and savor the tenderness and juiciness of this ripe peach.

Is this the allure of mature women?
"Since you want a pleasant deal, then how about... I take it?"

"This lady is from the Hehuan Sect."

Dong Yunshu parted her lips slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, her eyes alluring as silk.

Although her graceful and full body was bound to the cross, it was still slowly wriggling and twisting, her waist like a water snake.

He seemed to be feeling unwell, and occasionally a few groans of pain would escape his lips.

"My skills in serving men are far superior to those of those young girls. Believe me, Your Highness, I will show you what true paradise is!"

A hazy, indistinct voice echoed in Song Yan's ears. For some reason, just hearing that voice, Song Yan inexplicably conjured up the image of Dong Yunshu with her clothes completely off, her fair and tender body swaying gently before his eyes.

A surge of heat uncontrollably welled up within him.

Seeing Song Yan's appearance, a hint of smugness flashed deep in Dong Yunshu's eyes. Her body continued to twist and wriggle, like a white worm.
"Your Highness, would you like to give it a try?"

Song Yan seemed to have been provoked to the limit and had his mind completely controlled.

He sat up abruptly and walked stiffly toward Dong Yunshu, the distance between them getting closer and closer.

The smugness in Dong Yunshu's eyes grew stronger.

Finally, Song Yan reached Dong Yunshu.

Dong Yunshu's moans grew increasingly intense, like those of a man and woman engaging in frenzied intercourse.

Just listening to that sound, the entire dark room seemed to turn pink in a daze.

Like a dream, enchanting yet filthy!
"Your Highness, this rope is making me very uncomfortable. Could you please loosen it for me? I will serve you well..." It was still that sweet, cloying voice, and even her pink tongue was sticking out, occasionally brushing against her lips.

Song Yan stood there dumbfounded, reaching out his right hand and slowly grabbing at the chains binding Dong Yunshu.

Just as she was about to touch the chains, Dong Yunshu's face showed a hint of excitement. But at that moment, Song Yan suddenly raised his right hand high and then brought it down sharply.

Snapped!
"Don't try to show off in front of me!"

Dong Yunshu's head was instantly slapped to the side.

Five bright red finger marks instantly appeared on her fair face, and a bright red bloodstain even seeped from the corner of her lips.

The crisp sound echoed in the dark room. Behind Song Yan, Ziyu and Mingyue both shuddered, their faces turning deathly pale and covered in cold sweat.

Looking at Dong Yunshu again, his eyes were filled with fear.

He truly deserves to be called a grandmaster.

Her seductive arts were so powerful that even Mingyue, who specialized in this art, was far inferior to her.

If one hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, who could believe that a woman bound by ropes and with her internal energy sealed could use such seductive arts—enough to bewitch two ninth-rank martial artists—simply by changing her voice and twisting her body? And she could even bewitch women of the same sex, regardless of gender.

Isn't this too exaggerated?
wrong.

There is no such domineering seductive technique in the Hehuan Sect.

Perhaps this is the true strength of the Hehuan Sect, but this strength has always been firmly held in the hands of those old fogies, and has never been passed on to their disciples.

After the slap, Dong Yunshu felt her mind buzzing.

My cheeks are burning with pain.

But what they suffered even more was indescribable humiliation.

She was a grandmaster, a grandmaster indeed!
That is someone who, no matter where they go or who they are, even the emperor must treat them with the utmost respect. They stand at the pinnacle of martial arts, a figure whom countless people look up to and worship...

Then, this proud woman was actually slapped by Song Yan, and it was a resounding slap.

In an instant, the shame and anger that he could no longer suppress surged up in his chest almost frantically.

However, compared to the humiliation and anger, what Dong Yunshu found even more unbelievable was that her seductive arts had failed!
Her neck twisted slowly, her eyes widened desperately, almost bursting out of their sockets, and the sound from her mouth turned into a piercing scream: "You...you weren't affected by the seduction magic? How is that possible? This is impossible..."

Song Yan nodded with satisfaction; indeed, this kind of voice sounded more pleasing to the ear.

The cloyingly sweet voice that had been laced with sullenness made Song Yan feel extremely uncomfortable.

You're not Yu Shuang, so why are you pretending to have a double-tongued voice?
Then I realized that this woman was over eighty years old, and I got goosebumps all over.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible..." Dong Yunshu must have been extremely proud of her skills in seduction, perhaps even more so than her master-level strength. Now, she couldn't even charm a mere boy like Song Yan. This was a huge blow to Dong Yunshu.

You must know that her seductive arts, when used unexpectedly, can even catch a grandmaster off guard. Song Yan, a mere eighth-rank martial artist... it's as if his Dao heart has been shattered, and he can only nervously repeat the words "impossible".

"Impossible! You've always preferred older women, how could you not be affected by my seductive arts? Impossible..."

Song Yan chuckled:
"I prefer women who are a little older, but... a little older is fine. Women of this age are mature, gentle, and caring."

"But you're probably not at the age where you can care for others anymore, but rather where you're in pain all over, right?"

Just then, Granny Liang, who had been quietly waiting in the back, suddenly let out a hoarse sound: "Hehehe..."

"His Highness the Prince of Yan was just teasing you, and you actually took it seriously?"

Granny Liang was completely unaffected by any seductive arts.

Song Yan was not surprised by this, after all, in Granny Liang's mind, whether it was a man or a woman, what she was thinking about was definitely not pleasure, but where to start dissecting.

“Your Highness, why don’t you leave this woman to this old servant? I guarantee I can pry her mouth open…” As she spoke, Granny Liang carried a rusty saw in her hand and slowly walked towards Dong Yunshu: “Her mouth is rather annoying.”

"How about we saw off his tongue first?"

Mingyue and Ziyu felt another chill.

So, this saw is meant to be used to cut open tongues?
Everyone cuts their tongue, but who saws their tongue? Just looking at those rusty teeth makes my mouth ache just imagining it.

Dong Yunshu also subconsciously looked at Granny Liang.

For some reason, Dong Yunshu's body tensed up instinctively the moment she saw Granny Liang.

An indescribable fear suddenly surged through my body, causing my entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

"This person has many tricks up her sleeve, and probably has a lot of ways to commit suicide. I think it would be best to sever her tendons first, so that she won't be able to commit suicide even if she wants to."

As Granny Liang took a step, the pressure and fear intensified considerably.

Dong Yunshu's two rows of neat teeth collided violently, making a crunching sound.

My whole body was covered by an invisible and intangible chill, and my hands and feet were ice cold.

Granny Liang is getting closer and closer...

Suddenly, a word strangely surfaced in Dong Yunshu's mind:

Life is better than death!

If she falls into the hands of this old woman, she will wish she were dead.

She wouldn't even have to wait for the cold poison to erupt and kill her; this old woman would make her understand within a few hours what it truly meant to be unable to live or die.

Cultivation is not easy, and the stronger one becomes, the more one cherishes life.

Finally, just as Granny Liang had taken three steps behind Song Yan, Dong Yunshu could no longer contain herself and let out a piercing scream: "Wait!"

……

Almost at the same time, a small boat finally docked on the beach outside Langya City.

On the boat, the two people were so exhausted that they were barely recognizable as human.

These two men were none other than the only two survivors of the naval battle off Huangqiao County.

After several days of wind and snow, we finally returned to land.

The moment they stepped onto the beach, both of them could hardly hold back their tears.

That Song Yan... he's not human, he's a living beast!

This living devil gave them dry rations, but he didn't leave them a single drop of water!
(End of this chapter)