171: Chapter 171 Picking up a prisoner and interrogating him slowly.

A few hours later, in a corner of the southern part of Sunset City.

Torrential rain poured down, hitting the dilapidated blue-tiled roof and making a dull "pitter-patter" sound.

Inside a dimly lit inn room filled with a faint musty smell, Qin Feng casually tossed the delicate body he had been carrying on his shoulder onto the slightly damp wooden bed.

With a "bang," the wooden bed swayed slightly.

Zhao Simin let out a muffled groan, her delicate brows tightly knitted. Although she was still in a semi-conscious state, her pale-as-paper, pretty face was full of pain and unwillingness.

At this moment, the clothes on her back were completely torn, and large patches of her snow-white skin had been blasted open by lightning, faintly bearing traces of charred lightning.

"Tsk, the physique of a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivator is quite sturdy. She wasn't even struck dead by someone else's Five Thunders Rectification Method..."

Qin Feng clapped his hands, stood by the bed, and looked down at the captive he had picked up.

Although she was in a sorry state, it had to be said that Zhao Simin was worthy of being a famous pretty Fairy of the Outer Sect. Even with injuries all over her body, her exquisite figure and delicate, spirited facial features still held an indescribable, moving charm.

However, Qin Feng was not some lust-driven lecher; he was the same whether he was lustful or not.

For safety's sake, his eyes turned slightly cold, and his right hand reached for his waist.

"Go."

Following a low shout, a vine that was entirely dark green, shimmering with a metallic cold glint, and covered in mysterious array patterns, shot out from his palm like a spirit snake.

A flash of dark green light—it was precisely the demon-binding vine that had already been upgraded to a Third Grade Low Grade Magical Artifact.

"Swish, swish, swish—!"

The demon-binding vine seemed to possess life, instantly spiraling up along Zhao Simin's slender ankles, tightly and securely binding her alluring, voluptuous body.

The sharp barbs on the vine slightly pierced her skin and sank into her flesh. In an instant, a mysterious binding force erupted, completely imprisoning and sealing the remaining Foundation Establishment True Qi in Zhao Simin's Dantian.

Having done all this, Qin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked over to a wooden chair and sat down, feeling sore all over. Several days of continuous fleeing and fighting had also consumed a great deal of his physical strength.

"Waiter, send in a basin of hot water, and bring a few hot dishes while you're at it."

Qin Feng shouted toward the door at the top of his lungs.

Before long, the trembling inn waiter walked in carrying a steaming basin of boiling water. After putting the things down, he didn't even have the courage to look up at the bed, scrambling out and closing the door behind him.

Qin Feng took off his boots and soaked his slightly sore and swollen feet in the hot water. The scalding temperature instantly made him squint his eyes in comfort.

"Whew... comfortable."

After soaking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qin Feng glanced at Zhao Simin, who was lying motionless on the bed, and frowned slightly.

This woman had internal injuries, and her True Qi was sealed. If he just let her sleep, heaven knows when she would wake up.

The situation was changing rapidly, and he didn't have that much time to waste here.

Thinking of this, a wicked grin curled the corners of Qin Feng's mouth.

He lifted his feet directly out of the wooden tub, too lazy to wipe them, and casually picked up the basin of water, which was already a bit murky and had a few strands of dirt floating in it, then sauntered over to the bed.

"Hey, beautiful Zhao, it's time to get up..."

Before the words had even faded, Qin Feng's arm suddenly swung upward.

"Splash—!!!"

An entire basin of warm, murky water that emitted a strange, sour smell was poured head-on and with extreme precision all over Zhao Simin's delicate, fair face.

"Cough... cough, cough, cough!!!"

Zhao Simin, who had been in a deep coma, was jolted by the sudden strange smell and warm water. Her whole body trembled violently, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

"Ptui! Ptui!"

While coughing in a sorry state, she subconsciously tried to wipe the water from her face, only to discover with horror that her hands and feet were tightly bound by a terrifying force, making it extremely difficult to even move a finger.

In the air, that faint scent of a man rushed straight to her brain.

Zhao Simin was stunned at first, then looked at her own soaked clothes, then at the empty wooden basin in Qin Feng's hands, and finally at his bare feet that still had water droplets hanging on them...

In an instant, an absurd and terrifying thought exploded in her mind.

"Qin Feng... you... how dare you pour that water on me?!"

Zhao Simin's pretty face turned from white to red, then from red to blue in an instant, and she completely broke down.

She was a high and mighty Sect Genius, a goddess pursued by countless Outer Sect Disciples, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator who was usually pure and untainted—when had she ever suffered such a great humiliation?!

"Ahhhhh—I want to kill you! I must kill you, you beast!!!"

Zhao Simin screamed hysterically, her body twisting and struggling wildly, pulling the demon-binding vine on her body tight.

In her bloodshot Phoenix eyes was full of resentment, wishing she could swallow Qin Feng alive:

"You are dead. My Zhao family has a deep-rooted influence in the Outer Sect. As long as I have a breath left, I will definitely make you wish for death! I will extract your soul and refine your bones, torturing you day and night—"

"Slap—!!!"

A crisp, loud sound of a slap suddenly exploded in the room without warning.

Qin Feng shook his slightly numb right hand and looked down at Zhao Simin, who had been slapped so hard her head turned to the side, five finger marks instantly appearing on her pretty face. He spat out a few words indifferently:

"Your voice is too loud, it's giving me a headache."

"You... you dare hit me?!"

Zhao Simin was a bit dazed from the hit, but the pride in her bones and her monstrous hatred instantly overcame her reason. She turned her head abruptly and roared through gritted teeth:

"Little beast! If you have the ability, kill me now! Otherwise, when I break free, I will surely exterminate your entire family and everyone related to you..."

"Slap—!!!"

Another heavy slap, even harder than the last one, directly caused a trace of blood to spill from the corner of Zhao Simin's mouth, and she was once again slapped so that her head turned to the side.

Qin Feng was expressionless, not even blinking an eyelid:

"Threatening me? I don't like being threatened. Continue, I'm listening."

"Qin Feng... you deserve to be cut into a thousand pieces..."

"Slap—!!!"

"You..."

"Slap—!!!"

In the room, for a time, only the crisp sound of slaps and the dull sound of heavy objects hitting the wooden bed remained.

After several consecutive slaps, Zhao Simin's originally delicate and fair pretty face had swollen up at a visible speed, like a ripe peach. Her hair was messy and stuck to her face; she was as miserable as could be.

Her eyes, originally full of resentment and madness, finally began to show a trace of wavering and fear in the face of unreasonable, absolute violence.

In the Cultivation world, strength is respected, but the man in front of her didn't play by the rules at all; he was a complete madman.

Killing someone is just a quick death, but torturing someone is a completely different matter...

"Wuu... don't... don't hit me anymore..."

When Qin Feng slowly raised his right hand again, Zhao Simin's delicate body trembled violently. Tears finally flowed out uncontrollably. With a crying tone and extreme humiliation, she weakly shouted: "Don't hit me... let's... talk..."