A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 29: Utterly Inhumane

"Murong Mo... you... you’re actually still alive!?"

Di Nü Feng stared at Li Xuanxiao in disbelief.

Li Xuanxiao blinked.

He never expected to see Di Nü Feng again under these circumstances.

So, she hadn’t perished alongside Liu Qiushui after all.

That day at Wuwang Mountains, after witnessing Li Xuanxiao being struck down by Liu Qiushui, Di Nü Feng and Liu Qiushui engaged in a fierce battle, causing their barely recovered injuries to worsen once again.

Then, a third party intervened, forcing both sides to retreat in tacit agreement to avoid being taken advantage of.

After returning, Di Nü Feng even built a cenotaph for Li Xuanxiao.

She had even sworn at his grave that one day she would personally bring Liu Qiushui’s head as an offering to him.

Never did she expect to encounter Li Xuanxiao again today.

Li Xuanxiao forced a smile. "Actually... actually, I’m still alive."

Di Nü Feng raised an eyebrow and turned to the Nascent Soul old devil who had captured Li Xuanxiao and Zhang Tianxin.

The Nascent Soul old devil quickly explained, "Honored Lord, these two are connected to the Lord’s disappearance. I suspect they are the ones who captured the Lord."

Di Nü Feng nodded thoughtfully before looking back at Li Xuanxiao.

"You’re still alive, so why didn’t you come find me?

Oh, right... you went back to Mount Shushan. After you already agreed to be my little underling, you went back on your word. I absolutely despise people who go back on their word!!"

Hands on her hips, Di Nü Feng got up from her seat and paced back and forth.

"Tch, to think I even built a cenotaph for you and had people pay respects to you. You heartless...

Did Mount Shushan order you to take our Lord? Where did you take him? Speak or not?"

Li Xuanxiao forced another smile. "Boss... can I ask who exactly this 'Lord' is?"

"Don’t play dumb!"

Di Nü Feng’s voice turned cold.

A red whip appeared in her hand.

Smack!!

The whip lashed out, and a blood-curdling scream rang through the air.

"Speak or not! Speak or not! Speak or not! Let’s see how long you can keep your mouth shut!!"

"AAAAHHH..."

Li Xuanxiao blinked and glanced at Zhang Tianxin, who was being mercilessly beaten.

Zhang Tianxin’s mouth twitched as he stared in disbelief.

W-Wrong person?!

Why are you hitting me?!

He’s the one not talking—hit him!!

"Still being stubborn, huh?"

The red whip was clearly infused with magic power, evident from Zhang Tianxin’s even more agonized screams.

This time, the pain was even worse.

Li Xuanxiao swallowed hard. Utterly inhumane!!

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If this continued, Zhang Tianxin was going to be beaten to death.

"....Boss, I really don’t know who this 'Lord' of yours is. I was just passing through. Passing through! This has nothing to do with me!"

Zhang Tianxin’s screams grew more miserable.

In the end, Di Nü Feng even rolled up her sleeves and started whipping him herself.

Zhang Tianxin was beaten so badly that the bile he vomited splashed onto Li Xuanxiao.

Finally, Di Nü Feng seemed to have exhausted herself. Stretching lazily, she said,

"Take them away. Once I’ve rested, I’ll interrogate them properly."

"Yes!"

Zhang Tianxin and Li Xuanxiao were locked up in separate prison cells.

Zhang Tianxin was thrown onto the damp floor, gasping in pain.

"Daoist Zhang, are you alright?"

Li Xuanxiao’s voice came from the opposite cell.

Zhang Tianxin: .........

If I say I’m fine, would you believe me?

Li Xuanxiao said admiringly, "Daoist Zhang, as expected of a true disciple of a righteous sect. Even after being beaten this badly, you didn’t say a single word. I respect that!"

Zhang Tianxin’s mouth twitched.

She... she... she never even asked me anything!!!

She just kept beating me!!

I wanted to talk, but did she ask?!

Zhang Tianxin gave Li Xuanxiao a resentful look.

"Who was that woman?"

Li Xuanxiao replied slowly, "Di Nü Feng."

"Di Nü Feng!?" Zhang Tianxin’s face turned pale. "You mean the Di Nü Feng from Tian Sha Hall?"

"It’s her!" Li Xuanxiao nodded.

"Looks like we have no way out of this.

I’ve heard that Di Nü Feng is ruthless, fond of torturing righteous sect disciples to death. She enjoys watching them beg for mercy, giving them hope—only to ultimately crush them in despair..."

Zhang Tianxin glanced at the wounds on his body.

So today was just the appetizer, huh?

"By the way, you seem to know Di Nü Feng?"

"...Sort of. I have a grudge with her."

A grudge?

No wonder she only beat me up today.

This must be psychological warfare—keeping Li Xuanxiao in suspense, making him fearful and anxious.

The constant anticipation of when it would be his turn...

That was even more terrifying than the pain itself.

It was like the difference between getting slapped unexpectedly and knowing you’re going to be slapped but not knowing when—an entirely different level of horror.

Understanding this, Zhang Tianxin turned around, ready to comfort Li Xuanxiao.

Then, he froze.

Li Xuanxiao’s prison cell was—

Spacious and brightly lit.

Inside was a soft, luxurious bed, covered with thick, plush blankets.

Not far from the bed stood a delicate, exquisitely crafted table, its polished surface gleaming like a mirror.

Its four legs were engraved with intricate carvings, resembling a work of art.

Above, a grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, its sparkling crystal pendants casting dazzling light.

In one corner, there was even a vanity table...

Zhang Tianxin then looked back at his own prison cell.

The only thing inside—

Was a bucket.

For his waste disposal.

Zhang Tianxin: (⊙o⊙)…

"You... you f***ing traitor from the Demon Sect!!!"

Li Xuanxiao calmly explained, "Daoist Zhang, this is a trick by the Demon Sect to sow discord between us. Don’t fall for it!"

Zhang Tianxin nodded thoughtfully, suddenly realizing, "As expected, Demon Sect members are truly insidious!"

"Meal time."

At that moment, a Demon Sect disciple walked over and casually tossed a bowl of food into Zhang Tianxin's cell.

Foundation Establishment cultivators hadn’t yet reached the level of sustaining themselves purely on spiritual energy, so they still needed food to survive.

Zhang Tianxin glanced at his meal—there was both meat and vegetables. It wasn’t particularly good, but it wasn’t terrible either.

Then he looked over at Li Xuanxiao.

Li Xuanxiao had nothing.

The Demon Sect disciple simply turned around and left.

Now Zhang Tianxin was even more convinced that what Li Xuanxiao had said earlier was true.

The Demon Sect was clearly trying to sow discord between them.

"Daoist Li, you should eat something too."

Zhang Tianxin tried to pass his food to Li Xuanxiao, but the distance was too far—he couldn’t reach.

Li Xuanxiao shook his head. "Daoist Zhang, you’ve suffered serious injuries today. You should replenish your strength first. Skipping a few meals won’t hurt me."

Zhang Tianxin nodded and didn’t insist. He simply dug in, eating in big bites.

With food in his stomach, he did feel a bit better.

Just then, the Demon Sect disciple returned—this time pushing a small serving cart.

"Hey, here’s your food."