The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

Nourishes—

The red-hot branding iron was pressed into cold water, and a pungent white smoke rose up. Just hearing about the smell made one's scalp tingle.

The air inside the private prison seemed to freeze.

Several Wang family servants approached with sinister smiles, the leader brandishing a red-hot pair of iron tongs that sparked.

"Scholar Su, I'm sorry." The servant's face was trembling with menacing pain. "Young Master said that since these hands can't write what he wants to hear, then they don't need to be kept."

Wang Wenxuan stood behind, his face contorted with extreme pleasure: "Scald it! Scald your right hand first! I want to see whether your bones are harder or this branding iron is harder!"

Su Shi did not back down.

He didn't even blink, but slowly raised his right hand, which was still covered in chicken fat, and examined it in front of his eyes before sighing.

"What a pity."

Su Shi shook his head, his gaze passing over the servants and looking directly at the one-eyed man and the burly man squatting in the corner: "The 'Transmission Elder' and 'Enforcement Elder,' who were originally scheduled to appear in the 108th chapter, will probably vanish into thin air along with my crippled hands."

The one-eyed man froze abruptly as he was about to stuff beef into his mouth.

The large bowl in the burly man's hand also stopped in mid-air.

"What did you say?" The one-eyed man's single eye was wide open, and his breathing became rapid.

"I say, if the books are all gone, what role do we need?" Su Shi spread his hands, looking helpless. "If this hand is crippled, then the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms will stop at 'Flying Dragon in the Sky'."

"As for the Beggars' Sect, which once shook the world, it can only be disbanded on the spot. Your dream of 'lasting fame'... tsk tsk, wake up."

Before he could finish speaking, the servant with the branding iron had already moved in front of Su Shi. The red-hot iron was radiating a scorching heat and was only an inch away from Su Shi's skin!

"Go to hell!" The servant pressed down hard.

At the critical moment.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

It was neither the sound of a branding iron scalding meat, nor Su Shi's scream.

Suddenly, the one-eyed man who was originally in charge of guarding the place suddenly appeared like a cheetah, slamming the back of his thick-backed cleaver, which he used to cut beef, hard onto the back of the servant's head.

"Bang!"

The servant rolled his eyes back, slumped to the ground without uttering a sound, and dropped the branding iron into the straw, giving off a burnt smell.

"Who dares to touch my Beggars' Sect elders!"

The one-eyed man, knife in hand, stood blocking Su Shi's path. The fierce glint in his single eye was even more chilling than the demons in the private prison. He glanced back at Su Shi, his voice hoarse and fanatical: "Young Master Su, you promised, the position of Enforcement Elder will be reserved for me!"

The entire room fell silent.

Wang Wenxuan's sinister smile froze, as if he had been slapped in the face in public: "Blind Chen! Are you crazy? I'm your employer! I paid you!"

"money?"

The burly man with a face full of scars next to him also stood up. He downed the cheap liquor in his bowl in one gulp, smashed the bowl on the ground, and grabbed a whistle stick from the corner of the cell.

"Can money buy a place in history? Can money let me brag to my grandchildren in the future?"

The burly man stood like an iron tower on Su Shi's left, his cudgel whistling as he swung it around. He aimed a sweeping blow at the remaining servants, shouting, "You dare block my path to fame? I'll block your path to survival! Waaaaah! Take this Dog-Beating Stick Technique!"

This blow was completely unpredictable, purely brute force.

But these two were true desperados; their murderous aura, as if they had crawled out of a pile of corpses, was far superior to that of the Wang family's servants who only knew how to bully ordinary people.

"Bang! Smash!"

"Ah—my leg!"

"Don't hit my face! Don't hit my face!"

The cramped private cell instantly turned into a full-blown brawl.

The servants carrying the instruments of torture were beaten so badly they were crying for their parents and running away in terror.

Su Shi stood outside the battle circle, not only without panic, but also found a comfortable position to lean against the wall, gnawing on the remaining half of a chicken leg while enthusiastically acting as a commentator.

"Excellent! That 'Beating Two Dogs with a Stick' move was brilliant! Although the force was somewhat dispersed, its impressive momentum was its greatest strength!"

Su Shi pointed at the burly man's simple, unadorned blow and cheered loudly.

Upon hearing this, the burly man fought even harder, even forcibly twisting his waist in an attempt to create the "elegant feeling" described by Su Shi. As a result, he stepped into the mud and almost slipped, accidentally sitting on a servant so hard that he foamed at the mouth.

"Is this also a move?" The burly man turned around blankly.

"Of course!" Su Shi lied without batting an eye, "This is called 'Dragon Wagging its Tail,' which is all about striking unexpectedly and attacking from the lowest points!"

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Upon hearing this, the one-eyed man also got excited, wielding his machete with impenetrable speed, forcing Wang Wenxuan to retreat repeatedly.

Wang Wenxuan had completely broken down at this point.

He watched as the kidnappers he had hired at great expense beat his servants to a pulp for a fictitious "Beggar Clan Elder" position, and even competed to perform all sorts of bizarre beating postures in order to get praise from that madman Su.

"They've gone mad...they've all gone mad..."

Wang Wenxuan turned around and tried to run away.

This isn't a kidnapping scene; it's clearly a cult/pyramid scheme operation!

"Stop him!" Su Shi's eyes turned cold, and he threw a chicken bone with pinpoint accuracy, hitting Wang Wenxuan squarely on the back of the head. "Wanyan Honglie is trying to escape, where are the Beggars' Sect disciples?"

"Where do you think you're going!"

One-Eyed Dragon roared and pounced on Wang Wenxuan, grabbing him by the collar like a chick and slapping him across the face.

"Snapped!"

The slap was extremely heavy; five finger marks instantly swelled up on Wang Wenxuan's fair face, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"You...you dare hit me? My father is..."

"Even if your father is the King of Heaven, it won't matter!" The one-eyed man dragged him back and shoved him down onto the musty-smelling haystack.

The situation has completely reversed.

A moment later.

The private prison fell silent.

The Wang family's servants lay sprawled on the ground, groaning and unable to get up.

Meanwhile, the arrogant young master Wang was now bound hand and foot, his mouth stuffed with the moldy rag that Su Shi had previously rejected, struggling and whimpering.

Su Shi dusted off his hands and walked up to Wang Wenxuan with a smile.

He looked down at his former classmate, his eyes filled with no hatred, only a pity as if looking at a clown.

"Brother Wang, you see, this is why I don't write from Wanyan Honglie's perspective."

Su Shi squatted down and gently patted Wang Wenxuan's swollen cheek with his folding fan: "Because villains always die from talking too much, and... they always underestimate the 'people's' thirst for spiritual nourishment."

Wang Wenxuan stared intently at Su Shi, his eyes filled with fear and resentment, making "woo-woo" sounds.

"What? Haven't you heard enough?"

Su Shi stood up, stretched, and waved to the one-eyed man and the burly man standing beside him like two schoolchildren who had done something wrong.

"The two elders have done a good job."

The one-eyed man and the burly man instantly broke into憨厚 (honest and simple) smiles, the one with the fleshy face grinning like a chrysanthemum: "Young Master Su... oh no, Chief, then about our elder's position..."

"It's all settled." Su Shi waved his hand confidently. "However, there's still an important plot point that requires Young Master Wang's cooperation."

Su Shi pointed at Wang Wenxuan on the ground, a wicked smile curving his lips.

"There's a scene in 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' where Hong Qigong wreaks havoc in the palace and the imperial kitchen steals a dish of five delicacies from the Mandarin Ducks.' Since you, Mr. Wang, like immersive experiences so much, then I'll trouble you to play the head chef of the imperial kitchen who is immobilized by acupressure and can only watch others eat."

Su Shi turned to the one-eyed man: "Go, bring me the braised beef and roast chicken you didn't finish earlier. Let's have a victory celebration right here, in front of Young Master Wang!"

Wang Wenxuan closed his eyes in despair.

This is a case of killing someone by breaking their spirit! This is truly killing someone by breaking their spirit!