The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 453 Do I need to repeat the question?

Qingyi lowered himself into a crouch before the demonic cultist.

His striking purple eyes remained frigid as he observed the man’s desperate thrashing.

The cultist’s physical condition was nothing short of a disaster. Over half of his skeleton was shattered, his legs had been pulverized into a gory pulp, and his mouth overflowed with crimson fluid.

Naturally, such injuries were insufficient to slay a True Immortal. Nevertheless, the agony he endured was monstrous.

"You're going to have to answer me a lot of questions..." Qingyi remarked.

Accessing the system store, he purchased a healing pill of the finest grade available.

Despite the cultist's attempts to struggle, Qingyi ignored him. He pried the man’s jaws apart and forced the medicinal pellet down his throat.

"Ugh... son of a bitch..."

The cultist’s insult was cut short. A fist whistled through the air with terrifying velocity, shattering his jaw and slamming his head into the dirt just as the pill’s effects took hold.

Even without the deliberate circulation of energy, the high-quality pill possessed enough potency to nearly bring the dead back to life.

The cultist’s injuries began to mend instantly. He coughed up a final mouthful of blood as his broken jaw realigned with a sickening snap, his bones knitting back together painfully.

Though he was a True Immortal with millennia of life behind him, he could not suppress his agonized groans, his bloodshot eyes bulging in shock.

The damn medicine worked too rapidly for him to even regulate the process! "Ah... uff... uff..." Gasping for air, the cultist tried to push himself up.

He managed to get onto his knees and shove himself off the ground, only to collapse once more, utterly drained.

"You know..." The cultist flashed a grin stained with blood, lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender. "We have plenty of bastards like you in our ranks. I actually thought we could be friends... why don't we speak more civilly? A gifted youth like yourself must possess great ambition; I can assist you in reaching heights you've never imagined."

Qingyi offered no reply.

He was well aware of how unorthodox cultivators functioned.

There were those whose path was unorthodox simply due to the nature of their cultivation. Then there were those who, on top of their dark arts, possessed souls filled with filth.

They were vipers. No, they were far worse than snakes.

Like cockroaches, they hid among the orthodox cultivators, weaving webs of lies and manipulation.

He was certain this cultist had masqueraded as a virtuous and noble figure for centuries, using that facade to mask his most heinous crimes.

Qingyi harbored no illusions about being a "good person." Yet, when measured against these depraved swine, he felt like an angel in the flesh.

"You possess both a mana heart and a Dantian. How is that possible?" Qingyi asked, prompting a mocking laugh from the prisoner.

"Ask my..."

The cultist’s retort was silenced once again.

This time, however, it wasn't a punch that stopped him.

Qingyi pressed a lone finger against one of the cultist's freshly mended feet, channeling his demonic Qi.

"ARGH! DAMN IT! Y-you... UGHN..."

The cultist thrashed wildly. A guttural shriek tore from his throat, echoing through the forest and disturbing the silence for a moment.

The agony was excruciating. The stench of charred meat rose with a plume of white smoke as Qingyi’s lightning Qi annihilated everything in its path.

Splashes of blood hit the handsome youth's face, but he remained unfazed.

"Do I need to repeat the question?"

Qingyi’s mouth curved into a slight smile. As blood trickled down his skin, his gaze held a disturbing, icy tenderness.

He seemed completely detached from the fact that he was performing torture, a realization that terrified the cultist even more.

Unfortunately for the captive, his hesitation had lasted too long.

Qingyi moved his fingers to the other foot, and the torment resumed.

The foul odor of burnt flesh, the smoke, and the blood returned. Everything was repeated with the same brutal intensity.

"I can make this process much more agonizingly slow if I have to," Qingyi whispered, staring at the cultist, whose face was now soaked with tears.

It was a pathetic sight.

A being with power comparable to a True Immortal, gifted with both a mana heart and a Dantian, reduced to weeping so easily.

Qingyi reflected on the time he had tortured the King of the Heavenly Thunder Kingdom years ago for trying to steal Ruxue from him.

Even that Golden Core Realm cultivator had faced the same pain with significantly more poise than this cultist. That king was a mere insect compared to the man before him now.

As Qingyi moved his hand toward the cultist's knee, the man began to shake violently.

"W-wait! I-I really can't talk! If I do, the heartworm in my chest will kill me instantly!"

He prayed the excuse would work, hoping Qingyi might at least grant him the mercy of a quick death.

Regrettably, he did not understand the man he was dealing with.

The handsome youth placed his palm over the cultist's heart and activated his spatial Qi.

In an instant, the space between his fingers warped. The cultist’s eyes widened in disbelief as he felt a pressure lift from his heart, while a tiny crimson worm appeared in Qingyi’s grasp.

"Go ahead. Start talking." Qingyi crushed the parasite between his fingers.

The cultist swallowed hard. He opened his mouth, but for a moment, he was speechless.

After a brief pause, he finally confessed:

"In the distant west, there is a Dark Master, a formidable Qi user... He was the one who initiated me. He helped me secure my noble status and provided me with a Dantian! I swear, I don't know the specifics of the procedure! I-I was simply put to sleep, and when I woke, my body had been entirely transformed."

"Hm..." Qingyi mused, rubbing his chin.

A Dark Master in the far west with the ability to bridge mana and Qi.

"Why did you target me?" he inquired.

He needed to determine if the ambush happened because his identity as one of the Five Heroes had been compromised.

If they knew who he was, the situation could become quite troublesome.

"D-debt... t-to settle a debt! The master commanded us to seize as many souls as possible for a massive sacrifice!"

"Hm..." Qingyi let out a thoughtful breath.

"P-please... no more, that is truly all I know... I-I'm telling the truth," the cultist pleaded, whimpering piteously.

"I know you are."

Qingyi offered a smile. With a graceful flick of his wrist, the cultist’s head was sent spinning through the air.