Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Yu Xiaogang sat in his wheelchair, his eyes deep. He raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then succinctly recounted how Zhu Muhei had been seriously injured and the "recognizing one's ancestors" rhetoric he had given.

After listening to Yu Xiaogang's account, Dai Mubai crossed his arms and coldly sized up Zhu Muhei on the iron chair, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"His surname is Zhu, his given name is Muhei, and his martial soul is the Azure Cat." Dai Mubai's eerie eyes were full of suspicion.

"What a coincidence!"

When did our Netherworld Zhu family of the Star Luo Empire produce such a person?

I don't believe it.

Dai Mubai turned to Zhu Zhuqing beside him and asked, "Zhuqing, does your Zhu family have a mutated bloodline that has been living outside the family?"

Zhu Zhuqing's cold face was also filled with astonishment.

She was taken aback by the question, and her mind raced through her family memories.

"I don't know." Zhu Zhuqing shook her head.

"The Zhu family is fiercely competitive, with all sorts of open and covert struggles for resources. If he really is an illegitimate child left behind by an elder of the family, it's possible that he was secretly sent away at a young age to protect himself or to cover his tracks. I truly had no knowledge of such a secret scandal."

Flander stroked his chin, frowned, and said, "Then how about we send someone to the Star Luo Empire to secretly investigate his background?"

"It can't be found." Zhu Zhuqing rejected the suggestion without hesitation.

"If he really were an illegitimate child, the family records would be spotless. No one outside the family could find any substantial evidence."

Yu Xiaogang listened to the discussion and impatiently waved his hand, interrupting them.

"It doesn't matter. Whether he is of the Zhu family bloodline or not is not my biggest concern right now."

Yu Xiaogang pushed the wheelchair forward half a meter, his deep-set eyes blazing with fanatical light. He stared intently at the weakened Zhu Muhei, as if gazing upon a priceless treasure, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Zhu Muhei, I don't care who you are. I'll only ask you one question, and you'd better answer me honestly."

The air in the sealed room seemed to freeze at that moment.

Yu Xiaogang pressed him, enunciating each word clearly:

"How exactly did Qian San from your Clay Academy manage to absorb the fourth ring of a ten-thousand-year-old cultivator despite being at a higher level?"

Tell me that method, exactly as it is!

This is Yu Xiaogang's real purpose in keeping Zhu Muhei around!

What Star Luo Bloodline, what Imperial Power—in the eyes of this "master" who dedicated his life to the pursuit of Martial Soul theory, none of them mattered as much as this secret!

However, Zhu Muhei, who was tied to the iron chair, was completely stunned by Yu Xiaogang's expectant question.

He opened his chapped lips, his eyes filled with confusion and despair.

"I...I don't know..." Zhu Muhei's voice was tinged with a sob.

He genuinely didn't know!

Although he was a member of the Kresh team, he was always marginalized within the team.

He had never even seen how Qian San did it, let alone knew any of the core methods.

Moreover, he himself only had the most ordinary standard soul ring configuration, so how could he know the secret of the fourth soul ring of ten thousand years!

"I really don't know! They never told me!" Zhu Muhei shook his head desperately.

Upon hearing this answer, Liu Erlong, who was standing behind Yu Xiaogang, immediately flew into a rage.

"Don't know?" Liu Erlong's temper flared up instantly, like a powder keg, and flames gathered in his hand.

"Do you really not know, or do you just not want to tell me?"

"You're about to die and you still dare to play dumb with me!"

Feeling the deadly heat, Zhu Muhei trembled violently. He dared not defy this tyrannical mother who would kill at the slightest provocation, and could only plead in terror:

"Senior! I swear, I really don't know!"

"Xiaogang! This bastard is clearly just being stubborn!" Liu Erlong turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "He won't listen to reason, he'll only get himself into trouble if we keep him around. Maybe I should just burn him to ashes!"

Yu Xiaogang stared at Zhu Muhei with a gloomy expression for a long time before finally shaking his head and stopping Liu Erlong.

"You're not going to tell me? That's fine."

"Now that you've entered Shrek Academy, I have plenty of ways to make you talk. Erlong, take him to the dungeon. Use some tricks, just don't kill him."

Dai Mubai watched all this with cold eyes, not saying a word to stop it, and not even frowning.

He only had a slight curiosity about whether Zhu Muhei was actually a member of the Zhu family. Even if this kid really was the Zhu family's illegitimate son, so what?

He was a legitimate prince of the Star Luo Empire; what did the life or death of an illegitimate child have to do with him?

In contrast, what Dai Mubai longed for even more was the secret of absorbing spirit rings beyond his level. Although he had absorbed the fourth spirit ring, there was still the fifth, sixth, and so on. Which spirit master wouldn't be tempted by that?

Amidst Zhu Muhei's desperate screams, he was roughly removed from the iron chair and dragged like a dead dog to Shrek Academy's underground prison, where he began to face a brutal interrogation that was worse than death.

Tang San, like a silent ghost, personally escorted him into the prison.

He had no interest in Zhu Muhei's so-called Star Luo lineage, but he was extremely eager for all information about Qian San. This concerned his ultimate inheritance of the evil godhood; the two of them were now both inheritors of the divine test, and only one could survive the final life-or-death struggle.

Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you completely crush Qian San under your feet in the future.

After everyone left, Tang San locked the heavy iron prison door with his backhand.

His eyes, gleaming with an evil light, coldly stared at Zhu Muhei, who was suspended in mid-air by iron chains.

Tang San didn't waste any words and immediately took action himself.

He retrieved several bottles of poison he had carefully concocted from the Twenty-Four Bridges under the bright moonlight.

These poisons are not fatal, but they can stimulate a person's sense of pain, instantly amplifying physical pain a hundredfold.

Tang San, expressionless, grabbed Zhu Muhei's chin and roughly forced the medicine into his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Tang San took out a sealed bamboo tube, opened the lid, and poured all the bloodthirsty black ants inside, which were specifically designed to gnaw on human flesh, onto Zhu Muhei's torn and bleeding wounds.

"ah--!!"

Screams echoed through the dungeon.

With the combined effects of the drug causing a hundredfold increase in pain, each ant's bite felt like a slow, agonizing death.

But that wasn't enough. Tang San held a specially made leather whip dipped in salt water and lashed it mercilessly, tearing up large chunks of flesh and blood.

Then, he pulled a red-hot branding iron from the brazier next to him and pressed it hard against Zhu Muhei's chest, the pungent smell of burning flesh instantly filling the air.

......

In less than half a day, Zhu Muhei's psychological and physiological defenses completely collapsed.

His whole body was convulsing violently, and tears, snot, and blood streamed down his face in a pathetic state. He was not a tough guy to begin with, otherwise he wouldn't have run away.

Now, he can't hold on any longer.

"I'll talk... I'll tell you everything! Please stop!" Zhu Muhei cried out in utter despair.

"I'm not a member of the Zhu family at all... I'm from another world! I'm not from this world!"