Chapter 389: Little Cutie

Disciples from other sects were not even allowed to undertake this task. Let alone those from the Azure Cloud Sect? The two sects were already at odds.

Moreover, the Giant Sect had been disgraced when their prized disciple, Kong Wushuang, was defeated by a junior disciple from the Azure Cloud Sect using martial arts. Later, their Grand Elder tragically died at the border between the two sects. Although there was no evidence, it was undoubtedly the work of the Azure Cloud Sect. The feud between the two sects had long since deepened.

Now, they were entrusting such a task to a disciple from the Azure Cloud Sect? This was outrageous! The deacons of the Mission Hall must be tired of their jobs!

The elder quickly bowed and said, "Reporting to the Sect Master, this Azure Cloud Sect disciple has the backing of a Deputy Pavilion Master from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion. How dare we stop him?"

Kong Yuanba's expression subtly changed, and he couldn't help but look at Gu Huaxi. The latter also showed a look of surprise. "I haven't heard of any Deputy Pavilion Master being on good terms with the Azure Cloud Sect."

Gu Huaxi stood up, leaning on a dragon-coiled staff, and asked, "Which Deputy Pavilion Master is it?"

The elder carefully replied, "It's Youyunzi, Deputy Pavilion Master You."

Gu Huaxi was even more puzzled: "Why would it be him? After he visited the Azure Cloud Sect last time to inform them about the beast tide, he didn't mention the Azure Cloud Sect a single word. It was as if the Azure Cloud Sect had offended him. Why would he suddenly help an Azure Cloud Sect disciple now?"

Her intuition told her that Youyunzi must have discovered something during his last visit to the Azure Cloud Sect. That's why he was so tight-lipped and deliberately avoided mentioning the Azure Cloud Sect. This piqued her curiosity.

After a moment's thought, she said, "We're old friends who have known each other for years. Since we've encountered each other, why wouldn't we say hello? Come, take me to see."

Kong Yuanba felt a sense of relief. If Youyunzi was backing Jiang Fan, even with a hundred times his courage, he wouldn't dare obstruct Jiang Fan from interrogating the Demon King. Now that Gu Huaxi was involved, it would be much easier.

The Giant Sect's prison. It was originally a place to detain disciples who committed heinous crimes. Now, however, it was empty, repurposed into a dungeon specifically for holding the Beast King. Fortunately, the people of the Giant Sect were generally large and robust, so their prison cells were built much wider than ordinary ones. Otherwise, a living Beast King really wouldn't fit.

Even so, when Jiang Fan saw the Beast King, he could sense how uncomfortable it was at that moment.

In the deepest part of the dungeon, against a massive stone pillar that took ten people to encircle, a gray-furred demon wolf was securely bound by over a dozen black, arm-thick chains. It was ten zhang long, and its legs were bent, almost kneeling on the ground, unable to stand. Its head was already touching the ceiling. This posture, unable to stand straight or fully kneel, was pure torture.

Hearing the commotion, its ears twitched. Exhausted and drowsy, it suddenly opened its massive eyes, which gleamed with two streaks of fierce light. A roar filled with a foul-smelling wind escaped its mouth.

Jiang Fan was surprised: "After so many people have interrogated it, it's still so fierce? Its will is incredibly strong. No wonder so many interrogations have failed."

Youyunzi, with his hands behind his back, observed with a puzzled expression: "No matter how fierce a demon beast is, it's ultimately made of flesh and blood. The demon beasts captured before weren't nearly this stubborn. After a bout of torture, they all became compliant. Why is this one so unruly?"

He paused. He looked at Jiang Fan and said with concern, "I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to make it talk. Jiang Fan would likely follow in the footsteps of those before him, ending up with deducted merit points."

Jiang Fan stroked his chin and said, "This junior has his own methods." He subtly raised his sleeve. The black mirror hidden in his sleeve discreetly illuminated the Beast King.

Then, a series of garbled sounds immediately appeared in Jiang Fan's mind. It was clearly the demon language.

Uh-oh— He almost forgot, the interrogation subject was a demon. He needed someone fluent in the demon language to help. But this was not a problem for Jiang Fan either. He patted the little Qilin, who was snoring in his arms: "Time to work!"

He wasn't sure why, but the little Qilin seemed to be getting more and more sleepy. It used to constantly clamor for spirit pills, but at some point, it started sleeping for extended periods, no longer even asking for the pills. Could it be sick?

"Awoo," the little Qilin stretched languidly, its yawn echoing in Jiang Fan's mind. Suddenly, it mumbled, "Master, why is someone scolding you? It says you're so skinny, like a stick of firewood, too thin even to pick its teeth. And you have the nerve to interrogate it."

Jiang Fan's face darkened, and he replied in his mind, "Ignore such rude creatures! Next, listen carefully to what it says. Translate any information about the beast tide to me. As for the rest, just forget about it!"

He and the little Qilin shared a soul. The little Qilin could also hear the demon wolf's inner thoughts that Jiang Fan perceived. With it as a translator, there was naturally no need to worry about not understanding the demon wolf.

"Mhm, it's cursing again. Oh no, its curses are so vulgar, my ears are being polluted."

Jiang Fan's face was grim. You scoundrel, you haven't even been interrogated yet, and you're already swearing? What a boor!

"Jiang Fan, how do you plan to interrogate it?" Seeing Jiang Fan's confidence, Youyunzi couldn't help but feel a little curious. Could it be that Jiang Fan truly had some unique method? One that could make the demon wolf comply?

Jiang Fan said nothing. He walked up to the demon wolf, confirming that its limbs were bound, leaving no room for retaliation. Then he unceremoniously raised his palm, jumped, and slapped its mouth.

Uh— Youyunzi was stunned. Slap its mouth? What a remarkably simple and unadorned interrogation method. But what harm could that do to the demon wolf? The demon wolf was covered in lacerations; for a creature at the Mid-Core Formation stage to bear such injuries indicated it had endured extremely severe torture. What good would a mere slap do?

The demon wolf was momentarily bewildered, then a mocking glint appeared in its eyes as it let out garbled cries from its mouth. At the same time, the little Qilin's simultaneous translation came through in Jiang Fan's mind.

"Firewood stick! Are you tickling me? Why are you acting like a woman, much gentler than the ones before!"

Jiang Fan chuckled. He subtly raised his palm again, revealing streams of iridescent and purple light flowing within his palm. How could his slap be so simple?

The next moment, the demon wolf seemed to sense something and let out a violent shriek of pain. "Hiss! So painful, so painful! What did you do to me?" The demon wolf's mouth, where it had been slapped, swelled visibly and rapidly turned black. Even though it was a Demon King at the Mid-Core Formation stage, it couldn't withstand the potent venom of the Seven-Colored Poison Toad and Dragon's Marrow Poison.

Then, Jiang Fan slapped several of its other wounds. Every place he slapped began to fester. The pain caused the demon wolf to howl in extreme agony. After a few slaps, the demon wolf's gaze towards Jiang Fan completely changed. It no longer dared to make garbled cries from its mouth. Instead, it resorted to cursing in its mind.

"Where did this little pervert come from? How does he have the potent venom of the Seven-Colored Poison Toad in him? This is insane!"

As soon as it finished its silent cursing, the little Qilin provided the simultaneous translation. "Master, it's calling you a little pervert."

Jiang Fan raised his palm and slapped it again. The demon wolf convulsed in pain, letting out gurgling cries.

"Master, it says it didn't curse you, so why are you still hitting it?"

Jiang Fan, with his hands behind his back, calmly said, "Cursing in your mind isn't allowed either."

The demon wolf's eyes widened, and it wondered internally, "You damn son of a bitch, can you even hear what I'm thinking? You little..."

Seeing Jiang Fan raise his palm again, it quickly blurted out in garbled words: "Don't hit, don't hit. I said you're a little cutie."