Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 414 - 356: Interrogation

The so-called barrier is just a deceitful trick.

After a few more stabs, the monster painfully lost its energy body and fell back into a soft, liquid state.

After four Realm of Transcendence cultivators crafted the barrier, the area within a mile was tightly sealed, and Han Yu had already emerged from it.

"That monster now only fears area attacks, don’t give it a chance to split."

What?

Li Qingyun and the others hadn’t quite understood, but Han Yu had already grabbed his black robe and dashed towards Moyang City.

"Hey! You’re just going to leave it like that?"

Zhu Yu hurriedly chased after him, exclaiming how it was unfair that Han Yu decided to leave after such a fierce battle.

Unfortunately, the speed gap was too large; by the time he finished shouting, Han Yu was already out of sight.

Come on, the Realm of Transcendence can’t handle the energy body, but it certainly can handle the monster.

Now that it’s trapped, the monster is completely isolated and can’t use any advantages. A few Realm of Transcendence cultivators can easily take it down; this exhausting task they can handle themselves!

Besides, he has more urgent matters to attend to.

Returning to Moyang City, Han Yu led someone straight to the Government Office prison, entering the dim cell where the bonfire glowed fiercely, and everything suddenly brightened up.

The Palace Guards recognized him and led him to a certain cell. Upon arrival, Han Yu couldn’t help but almost laugh out loud.

Why?

Because Tu Xingsun’s treatment was rather unique. Not only were his hands and feet restrained by Mo Family’s magical artifacts, but he was also hung face down, spread-eagled.

To be honest, the Palace Guards of Moyang City really listened to his suggestion; the prison reeked disgustingly, with an indescribable layer covering the floor.

In the situation where Tu Xingsun couldn’t use his True Essence, if he tried to use Divine Techniques, the consequences would be hard to predict. Eating to the point of being bloated was a certainty, but the fear was dying from it.

If he dies from that thing, it would surely be the only case in the Cultivator Realm’s history, certainly remembered.

Yet, the Palace Guards were not assured; they stationed a guard at the cell door, with a full bucket of excrement at his feet.

It’s outrageous!

The Palace Guards were truly heartless. They could seal off their sense of smell unharmed, but poor Tu Xingsun had no choice but to endure the unbearable stench, smoking like bacon.

So, at the moment Han Yu arrived, Tu Xingsun couldn’t help but cry out in collapse, cursing extensively.

With words like lack of honor and curses of an ill fate.

Was he merely speech-impoverished?

No, he feared that cursing horribly would make life worse than death.

Even the black-robed one snapped his eyes onto the sight of his former scapegoat, instantly losing focus.

The opposite party’s miserable condition was unbearable to witness, and even someone as ruthless as him found the methods atrocious.

"What did you bring me here for?"

He asked Han Yu in horror.

"To keep him company."

Han Yu responded with a chuckle.

"I don’t want to stay here; I’d rather you kill me now than torment me like this."

The black robe feigned a fearless look, yet Han Yu really tightened his fist, with a trace of white flame emerging from it.

Darn! Just words, just words, can you not understand human language...

Black robe panicked immediately, struggling, "I think I’ll just go in..."

Han Yu was amused by this cowardly behavior, thinking his fearfulness made him easy to scare.

Pointing at Tu Xingsun, he said, "If you don’t want to end up like him, answer whatever I ask you?"

The black robe nodded vigorously, responding repeatedly, "I’ll say everything, I’ll say everything."

For he only knew so much, it couldn’t affect the overall situation, possibly betraying that particular person.

As he was thinking this, Han Yu spoke.

"Where is the Fire Spirit?"

Han Yu’s question baffled him; he wasn’t asking about the Holy Sect? Or the mastermind? No... how about a question I can answer!

Then, a chill ran through him; Han Yu knew about the Fire Spirit as well.

How could he possibly know? He had kept it a secret from everyone.

He glanced at the bacon-like figure, gritting his teeth, as his only slip-up happened when bragging to recruit this one.

Yet he never disclosed any information about the Fire Spirit.

So, he immediately feigned ignorance, looking up dumbly, "What Fire Spirit, I don’t know."

"Nonsense, you clearly mentioned it before. You said you’d avenge me, said I’d be your ancestor in the art of fire soon."

Tu Xingsun, who was barely holding on, glared over angrily upon hearing this, beginning a tirade of curses at the one who used him as a scapegoat.

If it weren’t for the black robe sabotaging him, how would he have been caught by Han Yu?

Wouldn’t he be peacefully cultivating in some corner?

If it weren’t for this scoundrel’s painted visions, how would he have gotten involved, plummeting to this state?

Currently, his only thought was to drag the black robe along, making him suffer the same fate.

Damn it! This vile creature betrayed me.

The black robe was equally livid, quickly retorting.

"Haven’t you ever been in an organization? Don’t you get that making grand promises to subordinates is standard protocol? If I said it, you just believed it; I might as well claim I’ll conquer the world tomorrow, would you believe that too."

The more they argued, the angrier they got, and they began trading curses through the barred door.

They spared no vulgar words, constantly introducing new phrases to Han Yu’s vocabulary.

Finally, Han Yu couldn’t listen any longer and silenced the black robe with a slap, before commenting with a half-smile.

"You’re a Divine Power User, and so am I. We both know the path to maximize our progress."

The Artifact Spirit had mentioned that the fourth stage certification by the heavens required replacement of the Five Elements Spirit for heaven’s approval.

The bottle couldn’t bypass this process.

"Innate Divine Techniques granted by the Heavenly Dao equal to heaven’s bestowal, need another heavenly favor for transformation."

The Artifact Spirit nodded, explaining to Han Yu.

"Actually, it’s akin to cultivation; once reaching a certain level, one needs to genuinely connect with heaven, connect with the Way to continue progressing."

As for the finer details, the Artifact Spirit said they’d be explained later.

Thus, when Han Yu looked back at the black robe, his gaze turned unfriendly, sensing deceit from the old guy.

The black robe was internally distressed; this was his one-time gambit daring to hide from that person as well, naturally wanting to fish in troubled waters for benefits.

Otherwise, why risk using the Dragon Blood Stone despite its drawbacks? Just to cheat energy to the third stage and then break into the fourth using the Fire Spirit.

He didn’t want to craft Han Yu’s fortunes!

Han Yu smirked; whether he liked it or not, he had no choice.

"Are you sure you won’t talk?"

The black robe shook his head continuously, speaking mournfully, "I truly don’t know, how to say this."

"Alright then, I’ve yet to test cutting down a Divine Power User."

Han Yu couldn’t be bothered with further pleasantries, positioning his hand as if wielding a blade, lifting it slowly.

The black robe’s eyes went wide with fear, an indescribable terror enveloping him...