mtlumby2d Chapter 368: Remnants
Chapter 368: Remnants
"System, you know me. The Three Corpse Brain God Pill is the most suitable for this beast."
Chen Futu took out the Three Corpse Brain God Pill from the system space and shoved it into the mouth of the scythe woman before she could react.
The scythe-wielding woman was too late to react. Waves of intense pain swept over her entire body. She felt as if her flesh was being peeled away, and her head felt like it was being pierced by thousands of steel needles.
"Ahhh-"
She was writhing on the ground in pain, and in her weakened state, the ropes snapped.
"Kill me, kill me—"
The commotion was so terrifying that even Diaochan couldn't help but shudder. "Your Majesty, what did you feed her?"
"The Three Corpse Brain God Pill is a deadly poison that strikes fear into the hearts of many, arguably the most potent poison in the world. Don't you think it's appropriate to use it to torture her?"
“The king is right. This is the proper way to deal with beasts.”
For the next hour, Chen Futu did not give the sickle woman the antidote, and just watched her being tortured.
She was in so much pain that she banged her head against the wall, her eyes were bloodshot, her hair was disheveled, and she looked terrible.
Just before her will collapsed, Chen Futu gave her an antidote. After taking the antidote, she finally recovered, lying on the ground panting heavily, her bloodshot eyes filled with fear.
She came from an ancient temple and had seen countless poisons, but none of them had ever caused such pain.
This was more than just torture; it was more intense than being sliced to death or subjected to slow slicing. It even corroded her soul, leaving it riddled with holes. Once was enough; she didn't want to experience it a second time.
"How do you feel? Are you satisfied with my methods?"
Chen Futu chuckled as he explained the effects of the Three Corpse Brain God Pill and the restriction that the antidote must be taken once a month.
The scythe-wielding woman was completely numb after hearing this, and said in grief and indignation, "You're a madwoman, a monster!"
"Hmph, it's too cheap to chop you up with one stroke, so I've chosen to spare your life. Aren't you more noble than me? Aren't you very proud? From now on, you'll stay by my side as a foot-washing maid. Even when I go to the outhouse, you'll come along and wipe my butt."
"Chen Futu, you will die a horrible death!"
Enraged, the scythe-wielding woman lunged forward, but before she could even touch Chen Futu, the poison flared up again as she attempted to kill her master.
This time, Chen Futu showed no pity whatsoever, and just watched her struggle and scream.
She's a wild horse; she won't bow her head unless she's subjected to some kind of intense pressure.
The torture continued until dawn. Finally, the scythe-wielding woman lay motionless on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Chen Futu then handed her the medicine. After she recovered, she knelt there and fell completely silent.
She was frightened and became obedient, no longer daring to entertain the thought of killing her master.
As for the old woman, she had just woken up after being knocked unconscious by Diao Chan, and once again screamed for revenge, lunging at the scythe-wielding woman.
Diao Chan restrained her and asked, "Your Majesty, what should we do next?"
"What exactly is this old woman's identity?" Chen Futu asked the woman with the sickle.
With her head down, she replied in a hoarse voice, "Judging from her internal energy circulation, she must be a remnant of the Sword Tomb."
"Sword Tomb?"
"Yes, back then, the Ancient Palace invited the Sword Saint of the Sword Tomb in the Southern Continent to join. The Sword Saint not only refused, but also joined forces with Ji Wuchen of the Jinghong Sword to rebel against the Ancient Palace. In the end, one of them died and the other escaped. The Sword Tomb was also razed to the ground by the Ancient Palace. The entire clan, including the main family, disciples, and followers, more than 700 people were all executed by the Ancient Palace. Who would have thought that there were still survivors."
"So Ji Wuchen's fall in cultivation level was because of you. What ancient palace? It's more like a gathering place for beasts!" Chen Futu sneered and cursed.
The woman with the sickle said somberly, "I was young then, it has nothing to do with me."
"You don't need to absolve yourself of all responsibility. They are the big beasts, you are the little beasts, it's all the same. I swear I will not be human until I uproot this ancient palace!"
Chen Futu was too lazy to ask the sickle woman any other questions now; he would interrogate her slowly when he got back.
The most urgent task is to return to the Red Dust Ferry and resolve the follow-up issues. We must find the culprit to quell the hatred and fear in the hearts of the people.
"Master, I have an idea," the scythe-wielding woman suddenly spoke, her expression sinister.
Chen Futu said unhappily, "Speak your mind, stop playing riddles with me."
“There is a young palace master of similar status to me who has also come to the Northern Journey Mountains. Why don’t you capture him and make him the mastermind?”
"Heh, you want to use someone else to do your dirty work?"
"His trip to the Northern Mountains was for the Red Dust Fairy of Dragon City. He only refrained from acting rashly because he was wary of the Sword Saint and Confucian Saint behind you. He stayed in the Northern Mountains but sent people to Dragon City to gather information, hoping to find an opportunity to take action against the Red Dust Fairy."
The woman with the sickle spoke with conviction, but Chen Futu was amused: "How dare you reach out and touch the head of a saint."
"A sage?" The scythe-wielding woman was taken aback, instinctively glancing at the celestial beauty Diao Chan. "Could it be..."
"That's right. Let me introduce her. She is my beloved concubine, the fairy of the mortal world, Diao Chan, and also a genuine saint."
Chen Futu was somewhat smug. The scythe woman was stunned for a moment and then suddenly sneered, "In that case, that guy deserves to die even more. A saint cannot be insulted. It's just right to arrest him and make him pay for his crime."
"You have protectors with you, but that guy doesn't?"
"No, before this trip, my father instructed my protector to look after him. Now that the protector is dead, the only two Grandmasters around that kid are the strongest. So there is no need for Master to take action. Once I have recovered from my injuries, I will personally capture him."
"You're smart enough to use him as a substitute; that's enough in terms of status."
Chen Futu waved his hand and left the dilapidated room.
The rain had stopped in the deserted village, and all that could be seen were ruins and broken walls. The air was gray and hazy, exuding an indescribable desolation and decay.
Many people died in the village due to the war, and traces of blood and fire can still be seen. Even those who survived have all migrated to the northern frontier.
After searching for a while, the three finally found the old woman's place, an old house at the entrance of the village. If it weren't for the sound of a child crying, they wouldn't have been able to find it at all.
The seven or eight-year-old boy, dressed in rags, was most likely an orphan from the Sword Tomb.
When the old woman saw the boy, she seemed to regain some of her senses. She then hugged him and asked him about his well-being, without speaking to Chen Futu and the others. Moreover, she was filled with hatred for the woman with the sickle.
It took Diao Chan quite a while to convince her that they weren't enemies. So the two of them got on the horse that had originally bound the woman with the sickle. Chen Futu and Diao Chan rode Red Hare together, while the woman with the sickle had to walk.
When the group arrived near Xuanshui, they encountered soldiers sent by Qin Liangyu to search for them. Chen Futu handed the grandmother and granddaughter over to them, asking them to settle them in a secluded place to prevent the old lady from having an attack. He also said he would ask them for some information later.
After dismissing the grandfather and grandson, Chen Futu instructed the woman with the sickle to lead the way, hoping to catch the boy quickly and bring him back to the Red Dust Ferry.
The woman with the sickle led the way on horseback, galloping southeast.