The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 938 - 515: Whipping (Part 2)

A cold voice came from behind her: "You can leave now."

The male demon in front of her immediately turned and fled as if pardoned. It seemed that when beauty and life couldn’t be acquired together, he chose life over beauty.

Jiu Mo couldn’t help but roll her eyes, then turned around and indeed saw Tu Jin standing with his arms crossed less than ten feet behind her, looking extremely displeased, and squeezing out each word through gritted teeth: "Do you really lack men that much?"

Jiu Mo raised her chin and said, "What the hell is it to you? You’re not only stalking but also peeping?"

Tu Jin suddenly stepped forward, and she instinctively stepped back, her voice fierce but hollow, "What are you doing!"

Tu Jin’s anger seemed to have lessened a bit, and his face was not as tight anymore: "Lord Changtian wants me to bring you something." He reached out his hand, and indeed, there was a booklet in his palm.

She asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

"Probably an ancient bird demon’s spell. I didn’t listen carefully." He said impatiently, retracting his hand, "Do you want it or not? If not, I’ll return it to the Divine Monarch."

"I want it, give it to me!" Her eyes brightened. That’s something lost for ages; it was said Elder He got a copy. With such a fortuitous opportunity, how could she miss it? Seeing that he was about to take it back, Jiu Mo rushed to him in two steps and reached out to seize it.

Tu Jin didn’t grip it tightly; as soon as Jiu Mo stretched out her hand, she snatched it away. She was just feeling ecstatic when unexpectedly, Tu Jin flipped something from his other hand and cuffed it onto her wrist with a click.

It was a purple, handcuff-like object.

Taking advantage of her momentary stupor, Tu Jin efficiently cuffed her other hand as well. Jiu Mo then snapped back, angrily saying, "What kind of trick is this? Release me now!"

"This is the Purple Gold Shackles. It requires a force of over a million pounds to break free. The female owner can’t open it without using Tusk’s power once bound by it. Although you have Early Stage Tribulation Crossing cultivation, the strength of a bird demon is innately weak, don’t waste your effort." He lowered his head close to Jiu Mo’er and suddenly laughed softly, "Are you blaming me for ruining your good thing?"

She instinctively shivered, angrily saying, "Get far away, you’re as perverted as your lord!"

A flash of anger instantly crossed Tu Jin’s eyes, coldly saying, "What did you say?"

Jiu Mo only felt the violence in her heart surge, unable to refrain from cursing, "If it weren’t for you interfering, I’d still be the Hidden Stream Sect Master! That female owner of yours pretends to be aloof and kind, with a pity-for-the-world demeanor, making men fall head over heels for her every day, even the Divine Monarch got hooked. Doesn’t she also do such despicable things, snatching others’ livelihoods? What did I do to hinder her, making her want to help Elder Zhu He take my position and plot against my life! Yesterday, yesterday I was even forced to kill a few young men!"

Her chest heaved, pointing at him, "I wish I could strip you of your skin and eat your flesh alive! You spineless coward want to be her dog, but I don’t want to!"

Tu Jin stared at her without speaking, his eyes seemed to freeze like ice. After cursing, Jiu Mo was initially full of hostility, but it gradually faded under his gaze. That gaze was terrifying; she had seen countless eyes ready to devour people, but never one so cold and deadly quiet like ten-thousand-year-old ice. She couldn’t help but shiver, saying, "Quick, release me!"

Suddenly Tu Jin laughed. In her eyes, this smile was sinister and chilling, more frightening than anger, so when he reached out to caress her pretty jaw, she surprisingly didn’t dare to dodge: "You’re right, I am indeed very spineless. But, no matter how unwilling you are, you’re just a dog. I have the responsibility to teach you how to be a good dog under the master’s seat."

She only felt the two fingers caressing her chin were icy cold and was about to speak when Tu Jin dragged her to a giant peach tree, forcibly turning her around to face the trunk. He was much taller than her, raising his hand to hang the Purple Gold Shackles on the tree branch. Jiu Mo was taken by him, instantly lying on the trunk, her feet barely touching the ground. Only then did she realize, how could she have cursed out loud in front of this big Yin person. His methods, hasn’t she seen enough?

"Stay put, or it’ll hurt more."

She desperately turned her head and happened to see Tu Jin take out a black whip from the Storage Ring, her heart instantly chilled with fear, shrieking, "You can’t do this to me, I’m no longer Lord Changtian’s prisoner!"

The wind breaking sound was his answer. She herself was adept with the whip and immediately recognized it as the sound of a whip swishing through the air, followed by a sizzling pain on her back. Jiu Mo muffled a groan. Her temper was extremely stubborn, and after taking this hit, she instead tensed and said angrily, "Tu Jin, if you dare, beat me to death!"

"Whether I dare or not, you’ll know soon enough." He said calmly, "I specially chose this instrument from the God Demon Prison, you being someone who uses a whip yourself, how does this whip feel?"

"Weaker and more impotent than a woman." Jiu Mo sneered, "Aren’t you a Mahayana Realm cultivator, how come you don’t even have the strength to beat someone?"

"Don’t rush, there’s plenty of time." He said leisurely, striking her back slowly and steadily, with each strike, she tensed her body, groaning and cursing viciously, using the ugliest terms to curse him, to curse Ning Xiaoxian. These two people she hated deeply, of course, Tu Jin ranked first.

Yet Tu Jin didn’t get angry. He was a qualified executioner, well aware that the key to torturing someone is to remain calm. Therefore, every time he struck Jiu Mo with the whip, the force was uniformly consistent and never overlapped with the previous whip mark. The instruments from the God Demon Prison were myriad, and the whip he chose was the Double Hinged Whip, causing minor harm yet inflicting intense pain when it hit the body, but with his controlled strength, it would never break the skin or cause bleeding. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for it, recommend it, and support it. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)