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Book 15: Chapter 91
Book 15: Chapter 91
Every breath was so heavy that it echoed in the spacious space. Although he sounded as if he was heaving his last breaths, there was something about it that was abnormal. Perhaps that wasn’t so odd considering his red, mutated, oversized limbs that looked as if they’d been injected with strengthening enhancements. The chains as cold as their walls bouncing his voice off them were grounded deep in the ground to prevent him from blowing someone’s head off with a swing of his arm, yet nobody felt secure when their gaze encountered his.
Despite the aggression he exuded, there was a deep-seated sorrow in his eyes. Mayhap that sorrow was ironically enhanced because his face had been burnt so severely that it was too stiff to move. The devastated state of the room notwithstanding him being shackled made it seem as though he was determined to complete his mission to destroy everything in existence. His skin that was cracked and burnt red, as well as his contorted bones weren’t a product of a mutation but torture.
Judging from the shapes of his injuries on his limbs, stone-mill-sized tires were rolled over them, but there were also clear signs of him having been sliced using blades. The arrows plunged into his scapula, belly and legs were plunged in so deep that it was possible to pull them out. In spite of his condition, nonetheless, he seemed calm based on his breathing.
The wounds insinuated that the person on the delivering end aimed to destroy him, yet barely any blood spilt from his revolting wounds, and there wasn’t much blood on the ground, either. Every fifteen minutes, his breathing would grow a little louder, and the louder echoes gave the impression he was returning to a healthy status. Every fifteen minutes, the size of his wounds would shrink. His every breath was akin to a fire blast, and the walls would’ve burnt if it wasn’t for these particular walls.
Besides the location being deep underground and having airways, the chief reason the summer heat didn’t reach the location was material of the four large walls. It was believed that “blackice walls” were a product from Beihai’s Clear Mirror Palace as only they possessed the matchless naturally cold material, blackice iron, and workmanship to place it in ice gus’ unique temperature-control rocks.
Adding living organisms into weapons was a secret technique that Tang Clan employed, but it spread to the northern regions after Tang Clan split into two groups. Bright Mirror Palace made a frigid region their home, which enabled them to design new products that leveraged materials they wouldn’t have otherwise obtained.
Ice gus, which were a new creation of Bright Mirror Palace after arriving in Beihai, had the ability to indiscriminately emit cold qi and feasted on a specialty of Beihai – skypine rocks. The gus usually hibernated, only waking once every few years. Although they had an enormous appetite, they only consumed a centimetre each time. Blackice walls contained enough skypine rock for a gu to eat for six centuries.
Including ice iron into the walls affixed the gus locations and their feeding locations. Bright Mirror Palace shut up their doubters when they successfully included ice iron into the walls without ruining the ice iron attribute or thickening the walls, allowing them to synthesise the three materials. A wall made through that method could sustain its chill for a respectable amount of time in a desert, so it was reasonable for a film of ice to form on it when placed in the shade during summer.
To no one’s surprise, such an innovative creation was popular among socialites, nobility, and the such all the way in the south wanted to get their hands on a blackice wall for summer. The likes of even Tiezhen’s monarch sent out an invite to Bright Mirror Palace and sent emissaries to try purchasing it, not for heat relief, but to flaunt their power. Even so, the majority of hopefuls never even had the privilege to lay their eyes on a blackice wall.
To begin with, blackice iron and skypine rocks costed an exorbitant amount, while ice gus required Bright Mirror Palace’s patented nurturing method. Therefore, not even Bright Mirror Palace was able to produce a wall whenever they wanted. They had produced no more than twenty walls that truly qualified as blackice walls, which were either sold to extremely wealthy people or people in power. Of course, the buyers had immense luck, too. Emperor Yuansheng’s father was the only person fortunate enough to purchase one wall for the imperial palace in their dynasty’s era.
The chill of the walls controlled the man’s hot exhales, torturing him.
“Still hurt?” He sounded as if he was passing by and saw his shackled friend. “You didn’t have to rip all the antique paintings and calligraphy I placed in this room for you even if you didn’t want to see them. Look at this: this is the only copy of Xu Xiexiu’s hand-written scripture from the former dynasty. I placed this here to help you calm down, yet you’re so violent.”
Despite what he said, he picked up the burnt book with only four characters still legible and mumbled to himself, “His handwriting really is a work of art. Twenty-thousand taels for it was reasonable,” then tossed it to the ground mindlessly.
“What’s that? Release you? I can’t do that. I sacrificed several competent men just to capture you last time. I’m not suffering another loss. That’s no way to do business.”
Typically, people were incarcerated underground or in a body of water; places one wouldn’t be able to see sunlight. This place resembled a graceful scholar’s room. For example, the short stringed instrument that was smashed into the shape of a wooden barrel was crafted by a respected artisan in Tiezhen.
A lack of sanity didn’t mean a lack of pain. As a matter of fact, the pain only worsened for the captive each cycle. Although Nirvana and qingluans shared the same blood origins, they weren’t able to synthesise perfectly. The mutual rejection of the two blood sources amplified the pain he suffered. He naturally resisted when it hurt, but the stronger he grew, the more it hurt. The freaky wounds on him were the product of his resistance. Additionally, Feng Jiutian discovered that, the more pain he was in, the more power he obtained. Once the captain roared in a deep and sonorous voice, Feng Jiutian knew he had reached the right intensity.
Nirvana’s blood and the qingluan blood’s resistance to each other had maxed out, so the captive’s life was at stake if it wasn’t dealt with. Nirvana’s unique ability had helped him survive until then, but even that had its limits. Therefore, Feng Jiutian needed to retrieve the piece of jade.
“Right, we need to retrieve the jade piece. You know what to do.”
“... What do I do?” the captive asked in a raspy voice that echoed off the walls.
Feng Jiutian knew he finally obtained the violent power. “Kill Ming Feizhen.”
“Kill... Ming Feizhen?”
“Kill Ming Feizhen.”
“Kill Ming Feizhen... Kill Ming Feizhen! Kill... Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill Ming Feizhen! Kill Ming Feizhen!”
Feng Jiutian smiled. “Relax. I will prepare a proper stage for you.”
Glossary
Qingluan – A mythical phoenix-like bird.
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