Despite his pale face, Song Jian still summoned the courage and asked:
"Who... are you? How can there be monster cultivators within the Qian Learning State Boundary? What exactly do you want? Where is this place?"
Song Jian asked in one breath.
But he felt a chill in his heart, and his voice trembled unavoidably.
The monster cultivator gave a sinister smile without answering.
The prison was gloomy, with bloodstains everywhere.
Ouyang Mu was somewhat nervous, and Ling Huxiao’s expression was grave.
Song Jian pondered for a moment and then spoke coldly:
"I am from the Direct Lineage of the Song family of the Sever Gold Sect, you’d better not mess with me, or the Song family will never let you go!"
Upon hearing this, the monster cultivator sneered coldly, "The Song family... cannot even protect themselves..."
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant like a night owl.
Song Jian was shocked, unsure if it was true, and then cursed angrily:
"Monstrous creature, what nonsense are you spouting?!"
The monster cultivator didn’t show anger but instead took out two letters from his sleeve, handing them to Song Jian and Ouyang Mu:
"Use your blood to write a letter."
"You..." The monster cultivator stretched out his crimson finger with tumors, pointing at Song Jian, "Write to your parents, tell them you’re in our hands and they had better behave, or else prepare to collect your corpse..."
The monster cultivator then turned his head to glance at Ouyang Mu. "As for you..."
His face was mostly hidden in a black robe, making his expression unclear, but his tone carried some significance, "Write to your brother, let him be sensible..."
Ouyang Mu was stunned.
Mo Hua was also somewhat surprised at the words.
Little Wood’s brother... Senior Brother Feng?
They captured Song Jian to threaten his parents and the Song family behind them.
Capturing Little Wood was to manipulate Senior Brother Feng?
The monster cultivator said "be sensible..."
This indicated that they had already contacted Senior Brother Feng before, and because Senior Brother Feng was not "sensible," that’s why they captured Little Wood, using his younger brother as a hostage to make him "be sensible?"
Mo Hua frowned and then looked at Ling Huxiao.
Song Jian and Little Wood both have to write letters, but Ling Huxiao doesn’t?
Mo Hua pondered for a moment and felt it seemed right.
Ling Huxiao had good Sword Dao talent and was highly valued by the sect.
But his background seemed not so good, only a branch of the Linghu family.
He also had distant relations with fellow disciples.
No familiar close relatives were around.
There was no one they could use to threaten.
The group of monster cultivators surely wouldn’t dare to deliver threatening letters to the Heaven Void Ancestor of the Rushing Void Sect...
That would be a true act of boldness.
Even if they lost their senses, they probably wouldn’t dare...
In the prison, it’s certain Little Wood wouldn’t threaten his brother.
He held the letter firmly, his expression stubborn and defiant, his face almost clearly saying, "I’d rather die than write."
Ouyang Mu remained silent.
Beside him, Song Jian actually showed quite the guts.
"Make my parents behave? What do you think you are?!"
"Threatening the Song family, with just you, a hidden, foul, neither-human-nor-monster creature?!"
Song Jian cursed harshly.
The tall monster cultivator’s face was shrouded in shadow, making it unclear, but his anger was evident.
A moment later, he laughed coldly, "Won’t take a toast, but drinking the penalty wine."
"If you won’t write, then I can only take something from you..."
Murderous intent emerged from the monster cultivator.
Song Jian’s expression turned panicked, he didn’t have time to react before he felt a wave of stench coming face-first, then a sharp pain in his finger, and when he finally reacted, he saw blood flowing heavily on his hand.
A little finger had already been cut off.
In front of the brutal monster cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Peak, he, a pampered, Foundation Building Middle Stage family disciple, had absolutely no power to fight back.