151: Chapter 151 Dai Qisi's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Zhao Fangcai not only took away the poison Dai-Shih had hidden, but also held her chin to prevent her from biting her tongue to commit suicide.

Intense pain made tears stream down Dai-Shih's face, yet she couldn't utter a single word, only managing muffled whimpers. Her body trembled slightly from the discomfort.

She was both shocked and puzzled inside: Is this guy really a man?

How could he be so brutal, even when faced with someone of her appearance?

Regret filled Dai-Shih's heart, her face growing even paler—she had been active in the Jianghu for many years, but this was the first time she had suffered such humiliation.

'How does it feel, Saintess?' Zhao Fangcai gently stroked her cheek with his hand, his tone icy and laced with a hint of mocking laughter. 'You targeted my family, so don't blame me for being impolite!'

His words sent a massive tremor through Dai-Shih's heart. Goosebumps instantly rose all over her body as intense shame flooded through her.

She clearly felt her outer garment being undone. Her eyes widened in fear: What is he going to do? Could it be...

Darkness seemed to descend abruptly. The handsome, young man's face before her now wore an exceptionally fierce smile, brimming with contempt for her.

Devil! she screamed inwardly.

Beside them, Mu Wanqing glanced sideways but said nothing, merely standing quietly in place, vigilantly observing the surroundings.

In her view, using special methods to deal with a wicked woman from a demonic cult like Dai-Shih was perfectly justified.

With a smile playing on his lips, Zhao Fangcai said to Dai-Shih, 'Dai-Shih, if you answer my questions honestly, I'll let you go. How about it? If you agree, blink once. If not, blink twice.'

Dai-Shih's heart was in turmoil. She knew his words were likely a lie, yet a faint glimmer of hope couldn't help but ignite within her.

Having grown up in Persia, her mindset was very different from that of the Central Plains people. In her heart, personal gain was far more important than any sect or others.

Just then, she felt another layer of clothing being undone. The winter night's cold wind seeped through the opening and into her bosom, chilling her to constant shivers, while a scalding hot hand pressed against her body.

Although Dai-Shih had entered the Jianghu early and experienced much, she was only thirty this year, still young, beautiful, and very charming.

This strange sensation filled her with profound shame. Her eyelids fluttered slightly—she had ultimately chosen to compromise.

True to his word, Zhao Fangcai released his hold and said with a smile, 'Very good! From now on, for every question I ask, you only need to answer 'yes' or 'no'.

Blink once for yes, twice for no.

If you don't cooperate, you know well—even though it's winter, you don't seem to be wearing many layers, do you?'

Hearing this, Dai-Shih felt as if granted a reprieve and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but it was followed by intense humiliation—she clearly understood that Zhao Fangcai would continue to control her; she had long fallen into his trap.

This guy's methods were truly too cunning.

She felt somewhat dazed, sensing that the person before her was no ordinary man, but a formidable devil.

What was even harder for her to believe was Zhao Fangcai's astonishing rate of growth. It was so fast it defied imagination. All her plans had utterly failed in the face of his incredible progress, and now even she herself had become a captive.

'First, survive this immediate ordeal,' Dai-Shih silently resolved in her heart.

But the question Zhao Fangcai asked next stunned her: 'Do you like eating bananas?'

She had been mentally prepared for difficult questions like 'Is the Ming Cult targeting the Duke of Jing?' or 'Does the Ming Cult have schemes in the Great Song?' She never expected Zhao Fangcai to ask something so utterly irrelevant and even absurd.

In such a situation, who would have the mind to think about eating bananas?

Before she could ponder carefully, Zhao Fangcai had already extended his hand, signaling for her answer.

Today, she was wearing six layers of undergarments. Two of them had already been undone.

'What 'considerate'—it's clearly 'undressing others considerately'!' Dai-Shih inwardly grumbled, but still obediently blinked twice.

'Very good, well done,' Zhao Fangcai smiled and asked the second question, 'Have you ever been to Bright Peak?'

Dai-Shih grew even more puzzled: What kind of question is this?

Who in the world didn't know she was the Violet-Golden Dragon King, one of the Four Guardians of the Ming Cult of the Great Yuan Dynasty? How could she not have been to Bright Peak?

Is this man an idiot?

Her tense nerves couldn't help but relax slightly. She blinked once gently, giving an affirmative answer.

The amusement in Zhao Fangcai's eyes deepened—since her attitude wasn't so resolute, as long as she was willing to cooperate, things would be easier from here on.

It was like taming a hawk or a horse. Once the other party was willing to be tamed, success was more than half achieved. Getting it to obey completely was merely a matter of time.

Afterwards, Zhao Fangcai asked over a dozen more unrelated questions in succession, all very simple and requiring no complex thought.

At first, Dai-Shih would hesitate for a moment, but later, before Zhao Fangcai could even finish the question, she would react as if 'rushing to answer'.

Her quick compliance was truly due to the unbearable agony—the effects of the soul-confusing technique lingered, her jaw was dislocated, the dual torments constantly assaulted her nerves. Having to divert her mind to think about the questions had long pushed her spirit to the brink of collapse.

Her will and consciousness were gradually worn away. She only wished Zhao Fangcai would let her off more quickly.

Just then, Zhao Fangcai suddenly asked, 'Is your daughter in the city?'

Dai-Shih subconsciously blinked once—the answer was 'yes'. But the moment she blinked, a flicker of clarity returned to her eyes, and she instantly realized she had been tricked!

Devil! He was always a devil! This time, Dai-Shih was genuinely panicked, genuinely terrified.

She had just been secretly congratulating herself for handling things so easily, never expecting that she had been under Zhao Fangcai's control all along.

Zhao Fangcai saw her panic and smiled faintly, 'Don't worry, I won't do anything to your daughter.

It's just, Madam, you wouldn't want to see your young daughter lose her mother, would you? A child without a mother is like a blade of grass, so pitiful.'

Dai-Shih's eyes flickered—with Zhao Fangcai's power, finding her child in Suzhou wouldn't be difficult. And then... She forcibly suppressed the fury in her heart and blinked firmly at Zhao Fangcai, signaling her complete submission.

'Surrendered?' Zhao Fangcai asked with a smile.

Dai-Shih blinked, then slowly closed her eyes—her psychological defenses had completely shattered.

Zhao Fangcai reached out, pinched her small, melon-seed-shaped chin, found the right position, and gently set it back. A 'click' sounded. The soreness from the reset made two lines of tears stream down Dai-Shih's face.

Even so, she pressed her lips together, clenched her teeth, and endured in silence.

'This Profound Rank High Grade ningbi pill is your reward for cooperating. It can alleviate your pain.'

Zhao Fangcai took out a bottle containing the ningbi pill, poured out one, and brought it to Dai-Shih's lips.

He understood clearly in his heart: after a slap, give a sweet date.

If he could use Dai-Shih to unearth the Ming Cult's organization within the Great Song, a single Medicinal Pill was nothing.

After all, an organization like the Ming Cult had deep roots and numerous members. No matter how high one's martial arts were, it couldn't be casually and completely eradicated.