High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 205 - 131: Brotherhood and Filial Piety (Double - )

Wen Chi’s expression froze the moment he heard the question.

His previously troubled and sorrowful look was quite relaxed and natural, but at this moment, all the muscles on his face seemed to be electrified, tensing up completely.

The old man’s mouth, which was curled up in a mirthful arc, instantly straightened and turned downward.

From his previously calm and gentle eyes emanated a steel-like sharpness; no matter who faced such blade-like eyes, their heart would involuntarily tremble.

Only at this moment would others realize that this old man, seemingly immersed in the pleasures of life and softened into submission, was noble by birth and had been in the military since the age of sixteen, emerging from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Wen Chi looked across at the Lai Zitou Daoist, exhaled deeply, and slowly said in a deep voice, "Daoist Master Wuya, are you sure you want to tell me where the Elixir of Longevity is?"

His gaze was calm yet filled with a sense of oppression: "Previously, no matter how many times I asked the Daoist, he refused to tell... I was left with no choice but to allow Daoist Master Wuya to temporarily rest at my residence."

"For a whole two months, it showed me just how stubbornly tight-lipped the Daoist is and how adept he is at talking in riddles."

"And now, suddenly he proactively asks if I want to know... haha."

King Jingnan displayed a smile of ambiguous meaning: "Should I say I do or I don’t want to know?"

"Does the Prince think this poor Daoist is capricious and untrustworthy?"

Jiang Wuya seemed oblivious as he grinned with a mouth full of yellow teeth, chuckling, "Why not?"

"Not telling you was because the time wasn’t right, and telling you now is because the time has come."

"Is there a contradiction in that?"

Having said this, Jiang Wuya lifted a leg from under his Daoist robe, crossing it, shook it, and scratched at the dirt on his leg, forming it into a small lump, and flicked it away. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The mung bean-sized dirt ball landed right at Wen Chi’s feet, and despite the demeanor befitting a noble, he couldn’t help but twitch his face, nearly cracking his composure.

Only then one could notice that both Jiang Wuya’s ankles were shackled with exceptionally thick iron chains.

The chains pierced through his bones, and one couldn’t help but wonder if the chains were any thicker, wouldn’t they instantly sever his legs!

The faintly visible blood-red runes on the chains also revealed that the chains were inscribed with powerful Qiankun Art of Divination, used to imprison this hideously ugly Lai Zitou Daoist.

Jiang Wuya was not a guest of Wen Chi but rather his prisoner!

As Jiang moved, the chains clinked, but Jiang himself seemed none the wiser to his status as a prisoner.

Wen Chi’s gaze was solemn: "Please enlighten me, Daoist, what time has come?"

Jiang Wuya’s expression instantly turned serious, his narrowed eyes exuding a profound purple hue, mysterious and seemingly able to perceive destiny.

At this moment, his grotesque and repulsive appearance no longer evoked disgust, for his all-encompassing eyes were so magnificently captivating.

He declared, "What if I told you... it was the chance you missed twenty years ago to ascend the throne instead of your brother?"

Wen Chi’s face remained expressionless, but his hand hidden beneath his sleeve had clenched into a fist, with his nails digging deep into his flesh.

Jiang Wuya’s seriousness only lasted a moment before he burst into laughter: "Just joking, Prince, don’t take it to heart... Ouch, ouch, it hurts!"

His face instantly twisted, contorting as he fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

Faintly visible, blood vessels like threads spread from where the chains pierced his legs, bulging up along his legs like earthworms, writhing and causing immense pain.

Screaming in agony, Jiang Wuya quickly pleaded, "Mercy, Prince, mercy! This poor Daoist’s old arms and legs, it wouldn’t do to be crippled!"

Wen Chi watched the wretched sight of the Lai Zitou Daoist and, after a long while, seemed to have drunk his fill of the spectacle before he softly smiled and said gently, "That would hardly happen, would it? If the Daoist were so easily crippled, you would have been disabled when you were captured by my men two months ago."

The agony Jiang Wuya endured finally subsided, but he still lay curled on the ground like a shrimp, taking a long time to recover.

Wen Chi returned to his seat and poured himself a cup of tea: "Daoist Master Wuya, can you speak truthfully now?"

Jiang Wuya breathed a sigh of relief, sat up with a head full of sweat, and chuckled:

"Where does the Prince think the Elixir of Longevity might be?"

Wen Chi sipped his tea, aware that this Daoist intended to riddle him again, and calmly responded, "The entire Liang Imperial City is gone now; Su Yu and Huo Hengxuan are dead, yet Ji Chengtian still persists in chasing that group."

"There is only one possibility, with three choices."

"Chu Wen Ruo, Su Huaiying, Chen Kuang."

"And now... with Chen Kuang also dying at the hand of the Martial Saint, only Chu Wen Ruo and Su Huaiying remain, and I lean towards Su Huaiying."

"Heh-heh." Jiang Wuya suddenly grinned: "Does the Prince truly believe that Chen Kuang is dead?"

Wen Chi froze for a moment, suddenly standing up: "Impossible!"

"In front of countless eyes, the Martial Saint personally acted, and Chen Kuang’s body was taken by an unknown great demon; all these are facts witnessed by countless people."

Sitting on the ground, Jiang Wuya conveniently began to pick at his feet again: "Impossible? It might not be..."

Wen Chi’s mind stirred sharply, nearly forgetting due to how cowardly this Daoist behaved, that the Elixir of Longevity was most likely this person’s offering to Su Yu.