Poison God's Heritage - Chapter 601 Interrogation

601  Interrogation

Several cultivators popped up from under the sand, they were hooded. With nothing but their eyes showing as they wore thick scarves that hid their mouths. Their clothes reminded me of desert dwellers. Their pants were wide-legged allowing for mobility and worked perfectly in reducing body heat. Not that cultivators would need it, but they were perfect for this area to wear.

Their robes were also wide and had the same color as the sand allowing them to camouflage themselves easily. And due to the disruption of Qi in the desert, they would easily be able to hide from Divine Sense and normal eyesight.

They each carried two curved crescent-shaped long swords. One in each hand as they dashed toward us, both swords drawn and ready to slaughter.

The general’s guards instantly jumped forward making a perfect line, their weapons ready for the fight. But before the group of bandits? Even arrived Old Fu flew forward, smashing the closest head into the sand splattering his brain matter all over the ground.

The closest two cultivators struck at old Fu’s body, but their blades couldn’t help but shatter against his body. While the two were still stunned from having their weapons break against flesh, Fu grabbed both of them and smashed them together ending them in an instant.

“Keep some alive,” I said.

My nonchalant attitude gave them a clear warning, that we weren’t prey they could handle. So the remaining four instantly dove into the sand.

Old Fu cursed inwardly because he knew the moment they dive too deep in the sand they’d disappear from his divine sense range.

So he slammed his palm into the ground and sent a devastating shockwave downwards. The power behind his palm bore open the sand and exploded it away from us in tidal sand waves.

Three of the bandits instantly died, while one of them who only had all of his bones shatter was left in shock.

Old Fu then dug the man out by the leg, pulling him completely out from the sand, leaving a trail of blood as he was dragging him to the carriage.

The soldiers that were accompanying us let old Fu the way to the carriage, after what they saw, they probably all had the same thought, what was the point of joining someone as strong as old Fu, they will only be a distraction.

They were right.

Old Fu threw the man into the carriage, the white of his eyes was visible, he was completely unconscious. But nothing a whiff of awfully smelling salts couldn’t fix.

The man woke up instantly and his mind just began realizing how much pain his body was in. And thus he began spasming and shouting in agonizing pain.

I shoved a pill into his mouth and that made him instantly calm down. It wasn’t a healing pill, but more like a nerve soothing pill. It stopped the man from feeling pain although it will only last for a bit.

“So, who are you?” I asked.

The man’s eyes quickly went from me to old Fu and I saw him move his jaw, not to talk but I could immediately guess what he was trying to do.

Old Fu realized it too and instantly grabbed the man’s jaw. “Poison!”

But it was too late as the man was already frothing at the mouth.

“Unluckily for you,” I said as I grabbed the man’s mouth, “You can’t die due to poison in my presence,” I said as I ingested the man with my own poison Qi.

My Qi was able to immediately locate the poison coursing through his body and stopped it in its tracks from destroying or stopping his heart.

Whatever poison he used, it seemed to be of very low quality. As it took too long to take effect. And thus the man was brought back to life. His eyes widened as he didn’t understand how he was still alive, and my lips curved upward.

“Didn’t see that one coming did you, now how about you tell us what were you doing there?” I asked.

“He isn’t going to talk if you just ask him,” Old Fu said.

“He is our only lead, you killed everyone else,” I said.

“I can just soul search him,” Old Fu said.

“Hmm, I don’t like Soul Searching because unless you’re looking for something specific you really lose out a lot of memory. It’s not accurate,” I said.

“Then what do you want to do?” asked old Fu.

“Simple, good old-fashioned torture,” I said.

Me and Old Fu’s talk wasn’t just talking for the sake of talking. He was right Soul search would do great but the thing is, we don’t know what we are looking for, and randomly searching through hundreds of years worth of memories isn’t really simple, not to mention his mind will not survive the soul search and most just die due to it.

“This person is probably trained in resisting torture,” old Fu said.

“He may,” I said, “But did you ever see someone using Poison Torture?” I asked.

“What is that?” old Fu asked me.

“Are you going to tell us who you are, who do you work for, and why you ambushed us?” I asked the man in front of me.

He didn’t speak.

I pricked my finger and dropped a small golden blood drop on the man’s forehead.

The blood drop fused instantly into his forehead, and soon, the bones that were broken immediately began healing back up going back to their place and fixing themselves due to the poison in my blood.

My blood had a myriad of poisons in it, and by my will I can enable and disable some. Of the poisons I have one of them is capable of accelerating the natural healing processes of the body to an absurd degree, it could repair injuries and restore vitality, however the drawback is that it consumes lifeforce to do so. A single drop can shave off a hundred years worth of a man’s life.

It’s not completely useless as it can help in a critical situation but for me this works perfectly as I’m not using it on myself.

The man’s body immediately was restored to perfect condition. The aging won’t begin now, nor would it seriously affect a cultivator at the Saint Qi stage such as this guy. But it serves a purpose.

“Now that you’re hale and hearty, let us begin,” I said as I moved my hand enabling the other mixes of poison within that drop of blood.

“This one is Serenity’s Lament,” I said.

The man’s eyes seemed to close on their own as he entered a dreamlike state.

“I don’t understand you, you captured him, healed him, and now you put him to bed?” asked old Fu.

“Well, if you think so,” I smiled.

And soon the man opened his eyes, his face paler than a ghost and he began screaming at the top of his lungs.

All he saw was my face before I waved my hand again and his eyes closed.

He entered the dream state once again and soon woke up, this time third degree burn marks appeared all over his body. As he woke up screaming once again.

“Once more,” I said as I moved my hand.

This time his face turned blue and he seemed to struggle breathing, and once he opened his eyes he struggled to take breath, then he screamed, “STOP! PLEASE!”

I smirked, “I don’t need you to tell me to stop, go again!” I said and waved my hand and the man once again fell to sleep.

“What is going on?” asked old Fu. You’ll find the origin of this content at n0velb!n•

“Oh, this is a project I was working on on the side. When I was young… well basically when I had only one eye, I had made something called the Sky Eye Pearl. It was a treasure that I used instead of one of my eyes, since I didn’t have both eyes at the time. The pearl’s ability was to trap Divine Sense, and send back the most abhorring and horrific scenes of torture a person could imagine right back at whoever tried to use Divine Sense on me. It would attack their mind and make them live in terror for a few seconds. I grew out of that treasure once I reached the soul formation stage, and I missed it ever since. Now I made a poison that has the same effects.”

“That is… an interesting idea,” he said.

“It worked greatly in shutting down people who were too noisy,” I said.

“He’s freezing,” said old Fu.

“Oh, I forgot about him,” I snapped my fingers “Wake up,” I said and the man woke up, frost had already covered all of his body.

“P-please… I’ll tell you everything…” he said.

“See, how easy was that, you wouldn’t have had to suffer all of that if you talked first now would you,” I said.

“But you didn’t let him speak even…” old Fu mumbled but I acted as if I didn’t hear him.

“Now, speak up, who are you working for,”