Chapter 161 Interrogation of Song Ren! The Shadow of the Japanese Ninja

Underground wine cellar.

This place originally had constant temperature and humidity, housing hundreds of bottles of Romanee-Conti.

Now, the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Song Ren’s Shoulder Blades were pierced by two thick iron hooks, leaving his entire body hanging in mid-air.

In less than four short days, he had been tortured by Wu De beyond recognition.

A knife was stuck in one eye socket, while the other eye was bloodshot, staring fixedly at the fat man sitting in the grandmaster's chair.

Wu De held a pair of nail clippers and blew away some nail shavings.

“Taijun, why are you glaring at me?

Don't look at me like that, it's quite creepy.”

Wu De pulled off a hangnail and grinned.

“This is just the beginning, don't be in such a hurry to talk!

Those skinning techniques and such that I learned in the Southern Borders haven't even been used yet.”

Song Ren spat out a mouthful of bloody water mixed with teeth.

“Baka!

Wait until the Old Ancestor finishes his seclusion... you'll be dead meat!”

Wu De chuckled and was about to reply.

Clang.

The heavy explosion-proof door opened.

Zhou Ran walked in slowly with his hands behind his back.

His white shirt was very clean, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing firm forearms.

His leather shoes stepped onto the water-logged floor.

Tap.

Tap.

The sound was crisp.

Song Ren’s pupils contracted sharply.

Wu De immediately retracted his smile and gave up the grandmaster's chair with a fawning expression.

“Boss.”

Zhou Ran nodded slightly and walked up to Song Ren.

“Song Ren.

I heard you're some kind of Jōnin?

Is this all the backbone you have?”

Song Ren’s body trembled, followed by a burst of strange laughter.

“Zhou Ran!

Don't get too ahead of yourself!

You think you won in Jiang City? In your dreams!”

He laughed and gasped at the same time.

“The Onmyoji of the Black Dragon Society have already arrived!

If you're smart, you'll kneel down, and perhaps before the Colonel...”

Zhou Ran was directly amused.

He had thought Song Ren had come to his senses and wanted to confess voluntarily.

Little did he expect that he was using the influence of the Island Nation to act big and intimidate him.

How could Zhou Ran let him have his way?

He didn't wait for Song Ren to finish his nonsense.

He raised his hand, fingers forming a claw.

Bang!

His palm slammed directly onto Song Ren’s forehead.

A pair of Demonic Pupils flickered and instantly locked onto Song Ren’s single eye.

One of the abilities of the Demonic Pupils: Seeing Through Delusion!

Song Ren let out a miserable scream.

He felt an overwhelming force surging toward him.

He was as insignificant as a small fish caught in a whale’s suction.

His body shook violently, eyes rolling up until only the whites were visible.

Devilish Qi invaded his brain, rummaging through those fragmented memories.

Memory fragments flashed by.

Fast and chaotic.

The Song Family old residence in the Capital City, a hundred meters underground.

A withered well, covered in Talismanic Incantations.

An emaciated old man was sprawled over the well opening, inhaling from the bottom of the well.

Golden currents of air were actually rising from the bottom—that was Dragon Qi.

The Song Family Old Ancestor, Song Wuji.

The scene jumped again.

A washitsu room.

Several Sakura people wearing Kariginu were gathered around an ancient map.

Their fingers were pressed firmly on two red dots.

One was the Capital City.

One was Jiang City.

Severing the Dragon Veins, cutting off the national Luck.

Using Jiang City as the eye and the Capital City as the lock.

Creating a Twin Dragon Death Trap.

Draining a century of national destiny.

To aid the Island Nation’s Luck in its Ascension.

Zhou Ran snapped his eyes open.

His purple-gold pupils constricted.

His gaze was terrifyingly cold.

What a Song Family.

What a Black Dragon Society.

How is this a business war?

This is clearly treason.

For the sake of their Old Ancestor’s meager Lifespan, they invited wolves into the house.

They were going to hand over the Feng Shui dragon veins to others.

Zhou Ran let go.

Song Ren’s body went limp and slammed heavily onto the ground.

The price of Seeing Through Delusion and discerning Karma was too great.

At this moment, Song Ren had drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were unfocused.

Aside from instinctive twitching, he was no different from a corpse.

Zhou Ran wiped his hands in disgust and called out casually.

“Bai Xuan.”

From his shirt pocket, a palm-sized Mushroom Spirit hopped out.

Two hyphae rubbed together excitedly.

“Your humble servant is here!”

Zhou Ran pointed at the pile of mud on the ground.

“Though this Physical Body is ruined, it still has the foundation of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

It’s yours.

Use it as fertilizer.”

Zhou Ran was actually quite tempted by this body himself.

If he operated the Yin Yang Art and directly refined its cultivation, it could at least loosen his Foundation Establishment Mid-stage Bottleneck.

But after weighing his options, Zhou Ran decided to reward it to Little White Umbrella.

If there really came a day when he completely eradicated the hidden danger of the Ye Futian.

Then he would be even more lost on the path of Cultivation.

Bai Xuan, who called himself the ‘first doctoral advisor of laoshan,’ knew a lot and was the best choice.

Hearing this, Bai Xuan’s eyes glowed with green light.

“Got it!

Thank you for the reward, Boss!

The flesh of such a traitor is only fit to be nourishment for this young master!”

As his voice fell, Bai Xuan expanded from palm-sized to over a person’s height.

Countless white hyphae erupted instantly.

Like a cocoon, it swallowed Song Ren in an instant.

Zhou Ran turned around and pushed the door open to leave.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

The Song Family.

The Black Dragon Society.

This game of chess was becoming quite large.

Now, wiping out the Song Family was no longer just about revenge for Zhou Ran.

It also involved the national Luck!

He would not allow the blossoming system of cultivation to be replaced by Sakura martial arts!

However, before going to the Capital City, there was one more thing to do.

Zhou Ran took out his phone.

“Chen Ya.”

“Here.”

“Call Hong Li and Clear Snow to the rooftop sunroom.

In an hour, I'm going to turn up the intensity for you all.”

Xiao Family Manor, rooftop sunroom.

The view was excellent.

One could overlook Jiang City.

Three women stood side by side.

Chen Ya wore a black suit, arms crossed over her chest.

Xiao Hongli had changed into sportswear, her ponytail tied high, her gaze stubborn.

Lin Qingxue was the quietest, her hand tightly clutching the jade pendant Zhou Ran had given her.

“I’m going to the Capital City.”

Zhou Ran broke the dead silence.

“This trip is to kill people, and also to risk my life.

The forces behind the Song Family are not simple, far beyond what the Wuji Sect can compare to.

Jiang City was just the appetizer; the Capital City is the real battlefield.”

Chen Ya was the first to speak.

“I’m going too.”

“No.”

Zhou Ran refused very bluntly.

Chen Ya took a step forward.

Her high heels clicked against the wooden floor.

She looked directly at Zhou Ran.

“Zhou Ran.

I can handle business matters.

I can earn money too.

But I’ve seen it clearly these past few times.”

She pointed at the workers outside clearing the ruins.

“The world has changed.

Just having money is useless.

Money can’t buy life, nor can it buy dignity.

At least in the eyes of those people, it’s nothing at all.”

Chen Ya bit her red lip, her voice trembling slightly.

“I don’t want to have to wait for you to save me every time something happens.

I don’t want to be your burden, or a bargaining chip for others to threaten you with.”

These words were like a heavy hammer.

They smashed open the mental defenses of the other two women.

They also spoke the truth in their hearts.

“Brother Zhou, I’m going too.

That feeling of only being able to watch the surveillance... I’ve had enough of it.

I want to be able to help you too.”

Lin Qingxue raised her head.

Fire burned in those heterochromatic eyes.

Zhou Ran looked at them.

None of these three women were easy to deal with.

Their pride would not allow them to be burdens.

“Want to become stronger?

Fine.

Then you’ll have to endure hardship.”

When Zhou Ran said endure hardship, he meant it literally.

It was just that this kind of hardship was not something an ordinary person could withstand.

The three women looked at each other.

“We dare!”

Zhou Ran snapped his fingers.

“Bai Xuan, get out here.”

From his chest pocket, the Mushroom Spirit rolled in while burping.

Its milky-white stalk was noticeably thicker.

Especially the spores on its cap, which had accumulated into a thick layer.

It continuously emitted spiritual power fluctuations.

“Boss, what’s up?

I just ate until I was seventy percent full...”

Zhou Ran pointed at the three empty cups on the table.

“Squeeze out some of your Origin Spores.”

Bai Xuan’s face turned green instantly.

There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world!

This lunatic really harbored ill intentions.

“What?!

Boss!

Boss, are you crazy?

You’re asking for my life!

That’s my Origin, I’ve only saved up this much over thousands of years!”

“Do you think I’m negotiating with you?”

Without another word, Zhou Ran pinched its belly and dunked it upside down into the milk.