Chapter 891: Caught
The Young boy was dressed in black robes that were tattered and burned while his face was covered in soot.
When the Red Bandit saw him though, his eyes narrowed.
“He’s actually not injured?” He muttered.
This was very surprising to him since he knew just how strong the explosion must have been. After all it had destroyed the White Sheep Inn’s walls despite the arrays. These were something even he couldn’t break easily, thus a boy surviving it was highly unusual.
“Get him up.” The Red Bandit ordered.
The Yang Clan guards picked up the young boy and propped him up straight. One of them went ahead and slapped him a few times.
~slap~slap~slap~
“HUH!?” Feng woke up in a stupor as he looked around.
An expression of confusion was apparent on his face while the others stared at him. Feng looked at them and slowly started recalling what had happened.
“You boy… Who are you?” The Red Bandit questioned.
Feng thought didn’t respond right away. He was still a little lost and was coming to terms with all that had happened.
‘Shit… how did a breakthrough cause an explosion like that?’ Feng had no idea what to do now.
He knew he was in trouble, as destroying the White Sheep Inn was a big problem.
~SLAP~
All of a sudden though, he was slapped by a Yang clan guards.
“Did you not hear what was asked?!” The guard shouted.
Feng was abruptly sobered up as he looked at the imposing man in front of him. He could feel a bloodthirsty aura coming from him and knew to be cautious.
‘The spirit Qi waves coming from him… he’s very strong.’ Feng understood.
“W-what?” Feng decided to pretend to be confused for now.
“Who are you? Tell me this instant or face the consequences.” The Red Bandit reiterated.
“I… I… I’m Feng.” He stated with a little stutter in his voice.
“Feng? What’s your full name and where are you from?” The Red Bandit questioned.
“I’m Hei Feng. I’m just a wandering cultivator.” Feng made up a name for him.
He knew using just Feng as his name might be a bit problematic, so making up a name would be better. Besides, his name was relatively common, and the surname he picked was also common.
“A wandering cultivator, you say?” The Red Bandit gazed at Feng intently.
Then in the next moment, Feng felt a strong presence enter his body.
‘Spirit sense!’ Feng knew what it was.
He too had refined some spirit sense in the time he had spent cultivating, but his range was quite less being only two meters. It wasn’t really useful in sensing the area around him, but he could at least use it for scanning things in his hand and his own body.
At the same time, it made it easier for him to observe the spirit Qi in the surroundings.
Feng’s spirit sense followed after the foreign spirit sense that had forcefully intruded in his body and saw that it was checking his Dantian.
“Early stage of the Core condensation realm…” The Red Bandit observed the cultivation base of Feng.
His spirit sense was very rough and was like a rake scratching the ground.
~COUGH~
Feng coughed out a mouthful of blood, having been injured by the rough handling. His core that had been recently formed shook from the foreign spirit sense and became unstable.
‘No…’ Feng had a bad feeling.
He felt like his core would break apart if the man kept on probing him like this. The Red Bandit had no concern for some random cultivator and didn’t care if his search would injure the other party.
His only concern was to find out what had caused the explosion and Feng seemed to be suspicious to him. While he doubted the young boy would be able to cause an explosion like that with his own power, there was no telling if someone else had provided him with a tool or other item that could cause this.
~cough~
Feng coughed out more blood as he felt a burning pain in his body.
The probing of a Dao Shell realm cultivator was something that a normal cultivator might die from if it was done with malice. Him surviving till now was already a bit of a surprise to the Red Bandit.
“Interesting… you say you are a wandering cultivator and yet you can last this long.” The Red Bandit said as a strange grin appeared on his face.
The Yang clan guards who saw it shivered inwardly, knowing that their commander had found a new plaything.
Blood kept on dripping from Feng’s mouth as he watched the Red Bandit continue ravaging his Dantian.
“Why?” Feng questioned.
“Hm? Why not? Do I need to care for some pest like you?” The Red Bandit replied casually. “But I do wonder how a bug like you can survive this long? Certainly interesting. Perhaps I should take my time with you and see what you are hiding.”
Feng gritted his teeth, knowing that he had been targeted by a ruthless wolf now.
‘I was keeping to myself and yet he wants to do this…?’ Feng was feeling something he had not felt for a long time.
He had been beaten up and abused a lot over the years, but the only emotion he felt back then was fear and despair. But today he was feeling something else… it was anger. He felt angry at the Red Bandit targeting him like this.
But he also felt angry at himself.
‘I finally completed the goal that the senior asked of me. He gave me the opportunity to become a cultivator and now it’s gonna go to waste?’ Feng thought to himself.
“NO!” Feng shouted.
“Oh? The little bug wants to resist?” The Red Bandit was amused.
The Yang clan guards also laughed at seeing this.
“But do you have the power to resist?” The Red Bandit questioned.
“He might not… But I do.” A heavy voice suddenly spoke in the Red Bandit’s mind.
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Grand_Void_Daoist
Had a friend’s birthday and have been busy the past 2 days.
