Chapter 593 - Ancient Dynastys Treasure Vault (1/2)

Chapter 593: Ancient Dynasty’s Treasure Vault

Translator: Reverie_ Editor: Kurisu

Exchanging less than ten blows, Ling Han knocked away the sanguine saber from Feng Wei Qi, and placed the sword on his neck. He laughed mischievously, and said, “Now can we talk?”

“If you want to kill, then kill!” Feng Wei Qi actually didn’t show any sign of fear. He looked coldly at Ling Han. “But, you’ll also die soon!”

“Oh, could you possibly know how to cast curses?” Ling Han said with a smile. If Feng Wei Qi really had a treasure like the Bottle of Curse, he might have some scruples.

“My son is a Spiritual Infant Tier elite, and a peak stage Spiritual Infant Tier at that!” Feng Wei Qi laughed loudly. “When you kill me, he’ll immediately sense it, and no matter where you hide, he’ll find you and kill you!”

“I really thought you weren’t afraid of death. After all that, you’re still threatening me to make me not kill you!” Ling Han shook his head, patted him on the face with a smile, and said, “Who doesn’t fear death? Being able to live fine, of course no one wants to die.

“You can tell me about the situation here. We don’t have any grievances anyway, so it’s not like I can’t spare your life.”

Feng Wei Qi sneered, and said, “Don’t imagine it! There were definitely no false words in what I just said. My son is Absolute Saber Sect’s Small Saber King. If you don’t believe it, you can ask anyone.”

Ling Han stroked his chin, and said, “Usually, I’ve only seen the second generation juniors brandis.h.i.+ng their parents’ banner to act recklessly. Never had I thought that that I’d have encountered one who relied on his son’s reputation to act like a tyrant. It really has refreshed my outlook of life.”

He knocked out Feng Wei Qi with a single palm and stored him inside the Black Tower, planning to properly interrogate him.

“This parasol is so beautiful.” Losing Feng Wei Qi’s control, that parasol fell down from the sky and was held in Helian Xun Xue’s hand as she fondled it admiringly.

Ling Han approached to take a glance, then couldn’t help but frown, and said, “This doesn’t seem like the original, but a replica.”

The parasol handle and the canopy had vein-like patterns carved on them, but the marks were very new and didn’t seem like an ancient article. If this Spirit Tool was newly crafted, then there wouldn’t be just one. Moreover, these materials were only of the sixth tier; did that mean that if there were seventh-tier, or eighth-tier materials, a stronger Myriad Gauze Parasol could be made?

This Feng Wei Qi needed to be investigated carefully!

Ling Han and Hu Niu entered the Black Tower, while Helian Xun Xue could only sulk again.

Ling Han looked at Feng We Qi and said in an calm tone, “Tell me all the details about this cave.”

“Haha, you’re dreaming!” Feng Wei Qi seemed quite a ruffian, but there was still fear in his eyes; suddenly arriving at this inexplicable place from the cave was beyond common sense, making him involuntarily feel fear.

Could he have lost consciousness for many days?

Ling Han smiled slightly, and said, “In here, no one can say no to me, and you’re obviously no exception. I have all the ways to torment you; just see how long you can preserve.”

“Bring it on! If I say anything in weakness, then I’m a b.!.t.c.h!” Feng Wei Qi said with his neck raised.

…

After half a day.

“I’ll talk, I’ll say anything!” Feng Wei Qi screamed tragically. In this half a day, he suffered various unimaginable tortures—burning, drowning, burying—and making him die, then come to life, and then die; it was truly worse than death, and he couldn’t even die even if he wanted to.