Live-in Son-in-law

"Six days ago, how could they still be on the ship? Are you kidding me?"

Qin Yi’s eyes suddenly turned cold.

The members of the Netherworld Clan were frightened, retreating continuously, and hastily said, "I’m not lying to you. Between Sea City and the Nether Sea is a storm zone, filled with dangers. To traverse the storm zone, it takes at least half a month."

Qin Yi’s eyes flickered slightly; he remembered Ma Chengfeng had mentioned this to him. He just didn’t expect that traveling through the storm zone would take so long.

If he left by ship now, he could definitely catch up and rescue Lang Ya and the others before they were delivered to the Netherworld Clan.

"I’m very curious, given my friend’s cultivation, how did you manage to subdue him?"

This matter had always intrigued Qin Yi; with Lang Ya’s combat power, he shouldn’t have been subdued by these two members of the Netherworld Clan.

"It was the Netherworld Liquid."

"What is the Netherworld Liquid?"

"Netherworld Liquid is extracted from the Deep Sea Nether Dragon. Even those possessing an Absolute Domain would fall into a coma upon consuming it."

Qin Yi looked at the other party and said indifferently, "One last question: Is it true that when members of the Netherworld Clan return to the Nether Sea by ship, they don’t have to pay?"

The person was clearly stunned for a moment, and then said, "If you have a Netherworld King Token, you can command the ship to set sail at any time."

"Do you have one on you?"

"No."

"Oh!" Qin Yi nodded, then suddenly flipped his hand. A terrifying palm wind smashed onto the person like a colossal mountain.

"Bang!"

Blood mist splattered; with a single strike, the Netherworld Clan member was crippled, with an arm and both legs, reduced to blood mist.

The Netherworld Clan member didn’t even have time to summon other Puppets.

In truth, even if they summoned them, they would merely be offering themselves up.

A dull explosion sounded, and the Netherworld Clan member fell from mid-air, creating a large pit on the ground.

Qin Yi followed him down, looking coldly at the broken, dying Netherworld Clan member, and searched him, finding a pitch-black token.

This token was made of Cold Iron, cool and heavy to the touch, with turbulent waves carved on one side and the word "Nether" on the other.

"This should be the Netherworld King Token, right?"

Qin Yi asked with a smile.

"You, you said you wouldn’t kill me. You’ve broken your oath, and you will suffer divine retribution..."

The black robe on the Netherworld Clan member had exploded, revealing a ghostly pale old face, staring venomously at Qin Yi with blood foaming in his mouth, speaking laboriously.

Qin Yi smiled slightly, with unparalleled radiance, "I didn’t break my oath. I said I wouldn’t kill you, but I never said I wouldn’t cripple you."

"Of course, living like this, you are better off dead, just like that bald monk said; your sins are immense, only death can wash away your karmic obstacles. Amitabha, Infinite Life Buddha, Amen..."

As he was speaking, Qin Yi turned towards a guest from the City Lord’s Mansion, "You, come here."

This person was merely a First Rank transcender at the Tribulation Crossing Stage. If even a Sixth Rank powerhouse was taken down, how would he dare defy Qin Yi? He didn’t even dare to flee, and walked over trembling.

"Kill him."

Qin Yi pointed at the Netherworld Clan member on the ground and said.

The guest’s face was horrified, shaking all over.

Qin Yi smiled and said, "I swore just now, not to kill him. I, Qin Yi, keep my word. If I say I won’t kill him, I absolutely won’t kill him. I can’t be a person who breaks my word. Therefore, you kill him, and it doesn’t count as me breaking my word."

The guest looked at Qin Yi, trembling, could this really work?

Qin Yi laughed, "I swore not to kill him, but I didn’t say I can’t kill you. Kill him, you live. Don’t kill, and you die."

"Swish... thud..."

The guest didn’t say a word, drew the sword at his waist, and with a single chop, decapitated the Netherworld Clan member.

Qin Yi patted his shoulder, "A wise man knows when to retreat, not bad! By the way, hurry up and run for your life. You killed a member of the Netherworld Clan, not to mention the Netherworld Clan won’t let you go, and the Xuantian Royal Family won’t let you go either."

The guest looked at Qin Yi with grievance, desperately wanting to deliver a punch to his shameless face. To kill is one thing, but to kill someone’s heart is another; is there anyone as treacherous as you?

But the reality was that he simply did not have the courage; let alone punch Qin Yi, he didn’t dare even to make a fart sound before fleeing like a lost dog.

The bald man from the Vajra Sect was still alive, and Jin Nu was alive too.

Qin Yi raised his hand, fingers like a blade, and with a decisive chop, their heads rolled several meters away, swiftly dealing with both of them.

Qin Yi glanced around; everyone present was scared out of their wits, trembling and collapsing to the ground.

"Today, I’m too tired to kill, your lives are spared! I truly envy your good fortune."

"Oh, by the way, the Xuantian Royal Family should soon send a new City Lord. Please pass on a message for me, reminding him of the words I carved at the gate of Xuantian Imperial City."

With a flash, Qin Yi disappeared.

The waning moon hung high, stars feeling desolate.

The night wind blew, failing to dispel the thick scent of blood.

The scene was awash with repressed sobs.

The survivors... cried tears of relief from joy.

...

The tower of Huo Siya and her sister at the Red Candle was still brightly lit.

Jin Jing had all his clothes stripped, stark naked, his hands and feet bound, with his own stinking sock stuffed in his mouth.

Suddenly, Jin Jing’s body went stiff and violently trembled, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, as cold sweat mixed with blood flowed down his face.

"Eight hundred and seventy-four."

"Eight hundred and seventy-five."

"Eight hundred and seventy-six. Sister, how many have you cut?"

Huo Siya smoothed back her damp hair stuck to her forehead, "That makes it exactly eight hundred and ninety cuts."

"Oh my, Sister, slow down; you’re too fast, I can’t keep up with you."

Huo Meiya complained, as she made a deep cut with the knife on Jin Jing, so precise only a tiny trickle of blood emerged.

"Be gentle, don’t let the blood seep out. The young master said to keep him alive."

Huo Siya reminded.

Huo Meiya frowned, "I’ve cut over eight hundred times, my hands are trembling, some slips are inevitable! These few drops of blood won’t kill him, Sister, don’t worry."

Huo Meiya said, her eyes moved to Jin Jing’s small appendage, full of disdain and contempt, "I really don’t know with how little he has, where he found the audacity to harm so many innocent girls."

"Maybe the more someone lacks something, the more they want to prove themselves capable?" Huo Siya commented, casually making another cut, three centimeters long but bloodless.

Beside them were bowls containing what looked like oil; seemingly, the liquid applied to the knife caused the cuts to appear bloodless.

Huo Meiya suddenly brought over a red candle, holding the knife above the flame.

"What are you doing? Cutting like that will make him bleed," Huo Siya said.

Huo Meiya looked at Jin Jing, eyes filled with resentment, "No, Sister, just watch."

The knife became red-hot, and Huo Meiya waved it in front of Jin Jing’s eyes, "Young Master Jin, can you guess where I’m going to cut you next?"

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