Chapter 59: Harvest (2)

Zuo Zhicheng walked behind Ellis’s chair, coming face to face with Blood Rakshasa, and shook his finger. “You scream too much, so I gagged you. I can let you speak now, but you better not scream.”

After removing the cloth stuffed in her mouth, Blood Rakshasa looked at Zuo Zhicheng. A ghost-like laugh escaped her lips. “Who would have thought the so-called Ghost Fist is just a poor kid from Haoran Martial Hall.” Though she was laughing, her eyes showed unconcealed shock and disbelief.

Remembering she had once visited Haoran Martial Hall and showed off in front of him, she shook her head and let out a bitter laugh.

“What? Senior sister, you know him?” Ellis tried to turn his head, but he couldn’t move because he was tied up. Zuo Zhicheng helped him by turning his chair around so he faced Blood Rakshasa.

Blood Rakshasa sneered at Zuo Zhicheng. “Since you showed us your true face, you must not plan to let us go. Do you think we will tell you what you want to know?”

Zuo Zhicheng said calmly, “I have met many people who would rather die than yield. Many of them were braver, crazier, and more insane than you two, because they had beliefs or special training.”

“But except for one person, I made all the others talk.” As he spoke, he struck Ellis’s neck with a hand chop, knocking him out.

“One at a time.”

“Believe me, you are not as strong or as pain-tolerant as you think.” While speaking, Zuo Zhicheng opened a drawer under the experiment table and took out a pair of pliers and a small knife. Then he put on a black coat, probably to keep blood from splattering on him.

“So, first question, what are your names?”

Five days had passed since the fierce battle at Chaoyang Martial Hall. Because Zuo Zhicheng was injured, Jiang Qing and Xiao Lan kept a close watch on him, so he hadn’t had time to interrogate the two.

After bandaging them, he could only bring them food from time to time over the past five days and prevent them from escaping by knocking them out.

The method he used to knock them out was based on the hallucinogenic properties of feces. Yes, feces, specifically the methane in them, had significant hallucinogenic effects and were called the poor man’s drug. In the past on Earth, many poor people who couldn’t afford drugs used feces to achieve similar effects.

Of course, the details of how Zuo Zhicheng did it and how he controlled the level of methane poisoning and hallucinations were too disgusting to mention.

Blood Rakshasa and Ellis probably didn’t want to know either.

After all, Zuo Zhicheng had no concept of things being disgusting or dirty in his mind.

After several hours, Zuo Zhicheng finally got the information he wanted from the two.

First, their names. Blood Rakshasa’s real name was Qin Luoni. The man’s name was Ellis, a mixed-blood of Western and Great Qi descent. They were adopted by Dìyù Gate since childhood. On the surface, they were assassins, mercenaries, and fugitives, but in reality, they were Soul-hooking Envoys.

Dìyù Gate was a large evil sect in the southern part of the Central Plains. Over ten years ago, due to continuous suppression by Heavenly Dao Palace, Xumishan, and the Imperial Court, they gradually shifted their power to the New Continent.

The Patrol Superintendents here initially lacked their own military force, while Dìyù Gate lacked a place to survive. So the two sides hit it off. Dìyù Gate allied with one of the three Patrol Superintendents and, in just over ten years, took over more than half of the drug, weapon, and human trafficking businesses on the New Continent. They became a huge monster lurking in the shadows.

As for which of the three Patrol Superintendents they worked with, Qin Luoni and Ellis were not high-ranking enough to know.

Soul-hooking Envoys were elite disciples of Dìyù Gate. Each was a monster beyond ordinary people. Their existence was to carry out various difficult missions.

The Authentic Transmission Martial Arts that Qin Luoni and Ellis practiced were Fire Stream Sword and Yama Golden Body.

However, Zuo Zhicheng only got a general idea of the key points of these two arts. He still needed to interrogate and verify with them repeatedly to make sure they weren’t lying about how to practice and use them.

After bandaging the two blood-covered individuals again, Ellis and Qin Luoni looked at Zuo Zhicheng with eyes full of fear. Every time his fingers touched them, they trembled violently.

Only when Zuo Zhicheng put the blood-stained cloth into a metal bucket and left with it did the two relax. But their eyes were filled with despair.

While burning the trash in the metal bucket, Zuo Zhicheng began his daily practice of Authentic Transmission Martial Arts.

As he performed the moves of Northern Peng Hanging Heaven Style, blood and muscle power mixed together, turning into a rolling heat that slowly flowed through his body.

In his previous life, with a cracked rib, he would probably have had to rest in bed. But with his current physique, after Jiang Qing and Xiao Lan left, he could do some light exercises alone. Even so, there was still a slight twinge of pain, but he could feel the power inside him had grown stronger after the battle.

The purple Innate Primordial Breath had reached 40%, and even a trace of it had reached his chin.

It was clear that destruction in battle and the body’s repair were greatly beneficial to the continuous evolution of Innate Primordial Breath.

‘It seems intense battles can also increase the completion of Innate Primordial Breath.’

He took a deep breath and finished that day’s training. Zuo Zhicheng put the burned-out metal bucket back and sat cross-legged in the yard, starting his daily practice of Nourishing Qi with Vast Righteousness.

Through this period of practice, he found his distracting thoughts were indeed decreasing, and it was easier for him to calm his mind, similar to qigong meditation in his previous life.

In about half an hour, he could enter a state where one thought replaced ten thousand thoughts. This method, combined with his original deep sleep technique, reduced his daily sleep time to just about three hours. It gave him more time for Qi Training, Spirit Refining, and monitoring the situation in Xinlu Port.

Day by day passed as Zuo Zhicheng continued to improve.

About half a month later, after confirming that the Fire Stream Sword and Yama Golden Body he had obtained were the correct practice and usage methods as known by the two, Zuo Zhicheng killed Qin Luoni and Ellis. The two unique weapons, Severing Mundane Ties and Cutting Worldly Ties, remained in his underground base.

Two once-feared elite members of Dìyù Gate died in an unknown corner.

The next morning, Zuo Zhicheng, like an ordinary young man, went to the martial hall with Xiao Lan to start the day’s work.

Since the battle at Chaoyang Martial Hall, Master Jiang had been busy with the establishment of the Martial Arts Association and left early every morning. So now, the morning practice was done by Jiang Qing and Zuo Zhicheng together.

But because of Zuo Zhicheng’s fractured rib, he only did simple rehabilitation exercises. It wasn’t until two months later, after a doctor confirmed his recovery, that he began normal training again.