Jinyiwei: Starting by Killing a Traitorous Superior – Chapter 31

Ch 31: Jailbreak

“When exactly was I exposed? Could it be the Ming Emperor? Impossible.”

Han Qingkong immediately rejected this idea.

If the Ming Emperor had discovered him, he would have already attacked him directly, instead of sending a few underlings to probe him here. That would be meaningless.

“Then who could it be?”

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly thought of the Jinyiwei warrior from earlier.

Although that look of doubt and shock was well-hidden, he still managed to catch a trace of disturbed aura.

“Fortunately, I already administered the Seven Profound Blood Bat Poison on him. Within a month, he will surely die slowly from vomiting blood. Consider it a small punishment as a warning.”

If it weren’t that he didn’t plan to expose his identity,

Han Qingkong had ten thousand ways to kill him on the spot.

But currently, he still needed to find a way to shake off these people.

Although he couldn’t strongly use True Qi, many poisons didn’t require True Qi to activate.

A faint smile curved on Han Qingkong’s lips as his fingers danced lightly in the air. An invisible aura began to quietly spread out, permeating the surrounding air.

Ye Xiangwan was focused on observing that Old Beggar when suddenly, he was shocked to discover that a dazzling, pink peach blossom had appeared out of nowhere on the once-empty street.

These peach blossoms seemed to have traveled from another time and space, bringing with them the breath of spring and the vitality of life, instantly adorning the entire street like a dream.

The density of the peach blossoms was beyond imagination. They were tightly intertwined, forming pink barriers that completely obscured the figures of everyone on the street.

Ye Xiangwan strained his eyes, trying to see what was happening inside through the gaps in the peach blossoms, but the scene before him was shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible for him to capture any useful information.

“How is this possible!”

Ye Xiangwan muttered to himself in disbelief, desperately rubbing his eyes, trying to see more clearly.

However, when he opened his eyes again, the scene before him shocked him even more—that mass of pink peach blossoms, like a surging tide, was rapidly spreading out at an incredible speed, engulfing the entire street in a sea of peach blossoms.

That boundless peach blossom tide rolled and surged, carrying an irresistible force, sweeping towards Ye Xiangwan’s location.

“Ah!”

Ye Xiangwan abruptly reached out, blocking his face.

Just then, a voice rang in his ear.

“Boss, boss, what’s wrong?”

Ye Xiangwan laboriously opened his eyes and discovered that he was currently lying on the ground. Although the peach blossom tide was gone, what came into view were several faces made of peach blossoms.

“D*mn it! This isn’t a cultivation method; it’s poison! I’m poisoned!”

In the world, if Han Qingkong, the leader of the Five Poison Sect, said his poison skills were second, no one would dare to claim first.

After witnessing its terrifying methods, Ye Xiangwan directly grabbed the shoulder of one of his subordinates beside him and said excitedly, “Quickly notify the Pavilion Lord! Han Qingkong is going to break into the prison!”

This subordinate of his stumbled and ran out.

Seeing this scene, Ye Xiangwan could confirm that Han Qingkong had definitely administered some kind of wide-area poison.

But this poison wasn’t fatal, nor would it cause a large-scale disturbance; it would only affect those who were harassing him.

“How exactly did he do it?”

Ye Xiangwan was filled with doubts, but now was not the time to think about it.

“Crack!”

Inside the Heavenly Prison, a prison guard with vacant eyes led Han Qingkong into it.

Soon, they arrived at the place where the Holy Maiden of the Five Poison Sect, who was also Han Qingkong’s daughter, was being held.

At this moment, Han Wan’er was sitting cross-legged in the cold, damp dungeon.

In the dim light, her figure appeared particularly thin, but her eyes flickered with an unyielding light.

Two huge hooked blades, like evil claws, ruthlessly hooked into her shoulders, piercing and tightly gripping her collarbones, making it impossible for her to move even a bit.

On the important acupoints around her body, slender silver needles, like cold arrows, were deeply inserted into them.

These silver needles not only sealed her Internal Energy and Qi and Blood, but also kept her in a state of torment on the verge of life and death.

If the order of removing them was slightly off, or if she was touched by the slightest external force, her True Qi would immediately become chaotic, and the fire of her life would instantly extinguish.

Ever since two days ago, when she was knocked unconscious by a palm strike from the Ming Emperor and then ruthlessly captured back here, Han Wan’er had been suffering inhuman torture.

In order to get the secrets he wanted from her mouth, the Ming Emperor did not hesitate to use all kinds of cruel methods, trying to destroy her will and body.

However, Han Wan’er had been gritting her teeth and persevering with amazing perseverance and firm belief.

She knew very well that once she yielded, her death would be at hand.

After Han Qingkong saw that his precious daughter had been tortured into this state, he was immediately furious.

But he knew that now was not the time to act, so he quickly said to the prison guard who was trapped in his mind control, “Quickly open the door.”

The prison guard took out the key and obediently opened the door.

This movement made Han Qingkong, who was originally closing her eyes and focusing her mind, suddenly shiver, thinking that someone was coming in to interrogate her again.

But when she opened her eyes, she saw that the person who came was none other than her father, Han Qingkong, the leader of the Five Poison Sect.

“Dad!”

Tears streamed from her eyes, as if she had finally seen a glimmer of hope.

“Precious daughter, don’t be afraid, I’ll save you right now.”

Han Qingkong strode forward, his eyes fixed on Han Wan’er.

He carefully observed the silver needles that were deeply embedded in Han Wan’er’s body, each one like a ruthless shackle, tightly binding her True Qi.

Han Qingkong’s brow furrowed, but then relaxed again.

From the gourd he carried with him, he carefully poured out a centipede that was about half a foot long.

This centipede was jet black all over, looking extremely dangerous and highly poisonous.

However, in Han Qingkong’s hands, it appeared unusually docile.

If it were an ordinary woman, seeing such a large centipede suddenly appear on her body, she would probably have been scared out of her wits, screaming repeatedly.

But for Han Wan’er, this centipede was a partner that she was very familiar with.

The centipede stretched out its sharp fangs and began to carefully remove the silver needles from Han Wan’er’s acupoints one by one.

Its movements were both swift and precise, as if it had practiced thousands of times.

As the silver needles were pulled out one by one, Han Wan’er’s tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. She could feel the Qi and Blood in her body gradually returning to flow, and her vitality was also returning little by little.