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The man exerted all his strength, shouting and struggling desperately to tear apart the net covering him. Although the net was thin and soft, it was quite uncomfortable to have it draped over him.
After a considerable effort, the man was suddenly shocked; the net looked as fine as silk but could not be torn apart. No matter how hard he pulled, there was no reaction at all, and no amount of strength would help.
"There's no need to waste your energy. The unique Iron Silk of Shaolin Temple cannot be torn by human strength. Even ancient divine beasts can only bow before it, let alone you. Unless you are a War God."
Lu Chen's flesh landed steadily on the ground as he looked at the man with a light laugh, his expression filled with disdain. His words were clear: unless the man was a War God, it was impossible to tear apart the Iron Silk of Shaolin Temple.
When he moved his arm earlier, he had thrown out the Iron Silk net in one move, successfully subduing the man.
This net was obtained from the Bone-less Sorcerer, though it was still unclear where he had acquired it. After killing him, Lu Chen naturally took possession of the net.
The Bandit Leader had some confidence; his Qigong cultivation wasn't weak, and capturing him alive wouldn't be difficult. However, there was concern that he might do something foolish during the capture.
Using the Iron Silk to subdue him in one move was the safest method for Lu Chen, firmly suppressing the man's confidence and causing him to fall into despair, completely collapsing his Dao Heart.
Indeed, after struggling a few times, the man slumped down, hanging his head and ceasing to resist; perhaps his strength had been nearly exhausted.
Lu Chen looked up at the nearby mountain peaks. One mountain stood out; it was lush with greenery, and he could faintly see several houses and caves.
He glanced back at the Bandit Leader on the ground, who had completely lost his confidence, keeping his head down and remaining silent.
At this moment, even if he asked questions, he wouldn't gain any useful information. Lu Chen discussed with Princess Zhulan and others before grabbing the Bandit Leader effortlessly.
The caravan moved forward for a while before stopping at the foot of a slope. Lu Chen took Old Mu, Lian Dashuang, and twenty Qi Masters from the Body Refinement Explosive Qi Realm up the mountain while leaving others behind to watch over the team.
Lu Chen's group of more than twenty people walked for about half an hour up the mountain before reaching the peak they had seen earlier.
There were several ordinary-looking houses here, resembling civilian homes. However, upon closer inspection, one could notice surrounding fences and lookout posts, along with some weapons placed nearby.
This scene can only prove that this place is the lair of the Mountain Bandits, and it is certainly not just an ordinary residence.
Walking along the side of the house, there is a plank road about two to three yards wide leading to a cave.
Lu Chen waved his hand, and twenty Qi Masters immediately split up to search inside the house. About ten others headed towards the cave, walking along the plank road into the darkness.
Lu Chen found a spot without Golden Sunlight and placed the Bandit Leader on the ground. Old Mu and Lian Dashuang followed him in, standing on either side of Lu Chen's back.
Lu Chen said, "You have completely failed. Tell me what you know; silence won't help you. I have plenty of ways to deal with you."
The man seemed to disregard Lu Chen entirely. With his four sworn brothers already dead and all his henchmen gone, he was deeply affected by this loss. If Lu Chen were to end his life quickly, he wouldn’t even blink.
Seeing that he remained silent, Lu Chen smirked, then switched between flesh and spirit, manifesting his Yin Spirit. His hand clawed out like a talon, striking the leader's head.
The man merely stared blankly ahead, showing no significant reaction. His flesh remained on the ground, dazed and unafraid of death; what else could he care about?
Lu Chen shouted loudly, retracting his claw-like hand suddenly, pulling out a shadowy figure from the leader's body.
This shadowy figure vaguely resembled the leader, with the same physique and appearance, but it was in great pain, as if Lu Chen had grasped its throat, making it unable to breathe.
The leader's flesh still sat on the ground, motionless with vacant eyes, as if dead.
In Lu Chen's hand was now something identical—the leader's Yin Spirit.
As a Qi Master who did not understand Yin Spirit cultivation, the leader’s Yin Spirit could not disembody. Lu Chen forcibly captured it and held it in his grasp.
Lu Chen raised his arm high, fingers spread wide as he held onto the leader's Yin Spirit by its head, suspending it in midair.
"Are you not?" Lu Chen's lips twitched; this was the first time he had dealt with someone in such a manner.
If it were about something else, he wouldn't have to resort to this, but when someone was trying to harm him, he had no choice. Those who strike from the shadows deserve no mercy.
Moreover, Lu Chen was not only concerned for himself; more importantly, he worried about Old Mu and Princess Zhulan. If the one behind the scenes was not caught, it could very well implicate them, and Lu Chen would never allow such a thing to happen.
The leader's Yin Spirit was grasped firmly in Lu Chen's hand, yet it showed no intention of speaking. Its eyes were fixed on Lu Chen, displaying a defiant attitude.
"Do you think you are brave? It seems that unless I teach you a lesson, you won't understand how tough things can get."
With a fierce swing of his arm, Lu Chen violently tossed the leader's Yin Spirit out into the open under the Golden Sunlight.
Ah ah ah ah ah!
The leader's Yin Spirit was thrown into the Golden Sunlight and roasted by the Sun True Fire, immediately letting out a series of agonized cries. The Yin Spirit rolled on the ground in immense pain.
This kind of suffering was akin to a living person lying on a red-hot iron plate while another iron plate pressed down from above.
There is no pain that could compare to the agony of the Yin Spirit being scorched by the Sun True Fire.
The leader's Yin Spirit had never cultivated before; it was as fragile as an infant—more fragile than an infant—easily blown away by a gust of wind.
Although there was no wind here, there was the Sun True Fire, and at this moment, it was midday when the Golden Sunlight was at its most scorching.
Before him, Lu Chen loomed like a giant, possessing countless ways to deal with him. To the leader's Yin Spirit, Lu Chen was not just a giant; he was a super giant capable of casting spells.
Bang bang bang!
Lu Chen's Yin Spirit flickered like a specter and appeared before the leader, lightning flashing between his hands.
Lu Chen moved his palm, and immediately two bolts of lightning struck out, beginning to refine the Yin Spirit of the Bandit Leader.
"Are you still not willing to submit? If I refine you for another twenty breaths, you will be reduced to ashes. Don't think you can escape torment like this. I will throw your Flesh into a volcano and suppress it with Dragon Bone, ensuring that you can never reincarnate, eternally scorched and tormented by the poisonous fire within the volcano, unable to live or die."
Lu Chen grinned viciously, uttering even the most malicious words to make the Bandit Leader submit.
The recently disembodied Yin Spirit of the Bandit Leader was being roasted by Sun True Fire, akin to a living person lying on a red-hot iron plate. Now, with the addition of the lightning refinement, it was like sprinkling fine salt on that iron plate.
"Let me go, and I will tell you everything."
The Bandit Leader seemed unable to endure any longer; his tone was weak as he began to plead with Lu Chen.
Lu Chen withdrew the Four Symbols Thunder Scripture and grabbed the Bandit Leader, who was being scorched by Sun True Fire, returning him to a shaded area.
Then, Lu Chen returned his Yin Spirit back into his Flesh. At this point, the Mountain Bandit was already extremely weak, his lips turning purple, his eyes rolling back in his head, and beads of sweat pouring down his forehead.
From his appearance, it seemed he was about to pass out. His Yin Spirit was far too weak, even more fragile than a newborn baby. Being roasted by Sun True Fire was already unbearable; it was even worse with Lu Chen adding the Four Symbols Thunder Scripture in between.
Of course, Lu Chen would not allow him to die easily. Even if the other party were completely dead for not too long, Lu Chen could bring him back to life and continue tormenting him.
The Flesh of this Mountain Bandit was unharmed; it was intact. His injuries lay within his Yin Spirit, which was simply too weak.
Lu Chen spread his five fingers and drew strands of Yin Yuan from his own Flesh, infusing them into the Bandit Leader's head to nourish his Yin Spirit.
Sure enough, after a short while, the Bandit Leader's complexion improved. He began gasping for air as if he were someone who had been holding their breath for a long time; his expression was one of greed.
It looked as if he felt that if he didn't seize the moment to breathe now, he would lose that chance in the next instant.
Lu Chen squatted on the ground, looking at the Mountain Bandit and asked, "I have only one question. If you answer me honestly, I will let you go, understand?"
Upon hearing this, the Bandit Leader quickly nodded, feeling a surge of emotion at the prospect of surviving.
After all, having faced death once, his awareness was quite high; being alive was certainly better than being dead.
At that moment, a Qi Master dressed in black entered to report that a large amount of Treasure had been discovered in the cave.
Lu Chen was taken aback by this news. The Mountain Bandits often operated in this area, so they must have accumulated quite a fortune over time.
Ignoring the Bandit Leader, Lu Chen led Old Mu and Lian Dashuang outside to take a look. Sure enough, all the Treasure had been gathered and neatly piled up in the courtyard of a house—there were at least a dozen boxes.
Lu Chen walked over and opened one of the boxes with a creak. Inside, countless gold and silver ingots were haphazardly stacked, all of considerable size.
He casually grabbed one ingot and picked it up to examine it. He noticed that the back of the ingot was engraved with characters that read "Tribute."
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