"Young Master, we've brought back that little bastard's son."
Yuwen Bo flashed into the torture chamber aboard the treasure ship and waved his hand, causing three unconscious figures to appear on the ground—two grown men and a child no bigger than a bean sprout.
They were none other than Ye Wuyou and two of his adoptive father's subordinates.
Yuwen Xiong hurried forward, his eyes gleaming with cruel hatred as he stared at the unconscious Ye Wuyou.
"Uncle, is this brat really Gu Qingfeng's son?"
"Indeed," Yuwen Bo nodded.
"And the other two?"
"Likely bodyguards assigned to protect him. Sending two Profound Immortals as escorts shows just how much Gu Qingfeng values his son."
"Hahahaha!" Yuwen Xiong laughed with vicious delight. "The more he values him, the more I want to destroy him! I’ll make him suffer the agony of losing his child!"
"Losing him? That’d be too merciful. In my opinion, we should first have some fun with him—flay his skin, rip out his tendons, extract his soul, refine his spirit—and then turn him into a puppet to send back to Gu Qingfeng."
"Hahaha! Uncle, you’re absolutely right. Truly, the older the ginger, the spicier it is! I’ll wake him up right now."
With that, Yuwen Xiong grabbed Ye Wuyou by the collar and yanked him up.
SLAP!
A resounding smack landed on Ye Wuyou’s small face.
The pain jolted him awake with a yelp, and he blinked in confusion at the scene before him.
What the hell?!
Who are these people?!
I was just strolling around, having a great time, even made a bit of money to buy supplies for my future patricide plans—then bam! I blacked out, and now I’m here?!
His eyes darted around, and his heart sank.
This was a torture chamber, filled with all manner of gruesome instruments, each stained with dried, dark-red blood.
Then he looked at the man grinning savagely in front of him. Damn! A Golden Immortal!
And the old man beside him—Holy shit! A Great Luo Golden Immortal!
What did I do to deserve this?! I’m just a kid!
"Awake now, brat?" Yuwen Xiong sneered.
Ye Wuyou gulped, feeling the suppression sealing his magic power.
"Uncle, who are you? I don’t know you… I just want to go home."
He tried playing dumb, hoping to escape with a pitiful act.
"Hahaha! You little bastard, you might not know me, but I sure as hell know your father!"
Ye Wuyou nearly burst into tears. Again?! Adoptive Father, you’ve doomed me!!
"My father? He died long ago… Are you an old friend of his?"
SLAP!
Another brutal slap sent his head spinning, stars dancing in his vision.
"Cut the crap! Your father is Gu Qingfeng, and he pissed me off. Today, you’ll pay for his sins! Guards! Bring out the torture tools!"
Ye Wuyou paled at the sight of the bloodstained instruments, his small face twisting in terror. "You’ve got the wrong person! My name is Ye Wuyou! How could my father be surnamed Gu? I don’t know any Gu Qingfeng!"
"Hahaha! Gu Wuyou, eh? So scared of pain you’d even change your surname? Your father’s so arrogant, yet his son’s a spineless coward.
Still denying it? My spies confirmed it—you and Gu Qingfeng entered the city together, and he even sent men to protect you. What more proof do you need?"
Ye Wuyou’s face went deathly pale. Damn you, Gu the Demon! No wonder you let me wander around so freely—you had two lackeys spying on me?!
And why is it always me who suffers for your crimes?!
"Sir, you must believe me! That demon Gu isn’t my father—he’s my enemy! Listen, my family used to live in peace, untouched by the world’s conflicts. But one day, Gu the Demon showed up. He saw my talent, slaughtered my entire family, and forced me to call him Father!
I hate him! I loathe him!! My hatred runs deeper than the stars! Every day, I endure humiliation, training relentlessly just so I can one day kill that beast with my own hands and avenge my family!"
His tearful performance left Yuwen Xiong and Yuwen Bo momentarily stunned.
After a long pause, Yuwen Xiong scoffed. "Gu Wuyou, you’re one cunning little snake. You almost had me convinced. But do you really think I’d believe you?"
Ye Wuyou was on the verge of tears. I’m telling the truth!! Why won’t anyone believe me?!
"Sir, if you don’t trust me, I can be your spy! I’ll stab Gu the Demon in the back when he least expects it!"
"Hah! You want me to let you go so you can ‘spy’ for me?"
SLAP!
Another slap rocked his face.
"Do I look like an idiot to you?"
"Sir, I swear on heaven and earth, my hatred for Gu the Demon is no less than yours! The sun and moon can bear witness!"
"Enough! Guards, start the torture—rip out this silver-tongued brat’s tongue first."
Panic surged through Ye Wuyou as the instruments drew closer. At the last second, inspiration struck.
"I HAVE PROOF!"
No one listened.
Desperate, he shouted, "Gu the Demon used an oath to force me to call him Father! Check the oath’s power on me—I swear, I’m his mortal enemy! Torturing me won’t help you!"
"Wait." Yuwen Bo, who had been silent until now, raised a hand. "This boy does bear the mark of an oath’s constraint."
Yuwen Xiong stiffened, then roared, "So he’s telling the truth?! Then we grabbed the wrong person?! How the hell are we supposed to get revenge on Gu Qingfeng now?!"
Ignoring him, Yuwen Bo stared intently at the terrified Ye Wuyou. "Boy, you seem… unusual. I sense a familiar yet elusive power within you. If I’m not mistaken, Gu Qingfeng captured you precisely for this power."
Ye Wuyou seized the lifeline, nodding frantically. "You’re absolutely right, Elder! I possess the body of a Demonic Infant! That demon Gu saw my potential and took me in, planning to use me as a vessel for his future possession!"
"Demonic Infant?!" Yuwen Bo’s expression twisted in shock. In a flash, he appeared beside Ye Wuyou, gripping his wrist and channeling energy to probe his body.
A moment later, his face cycled through awe, ecstasy, and disbelief.
"It’s true… A genuine Demonic Infant body. After countless eons, a second one has finally appeared in this world."
Yuwen Xiong was baffled. "Uncle, what’s a Demonic Infant? And who was the first?"
Yuwen Bo’s voice dropped to a grave whisper.
"The first to ever achieve the Demonic Infant body… was Chongming, the Immortal King."
The name sent shockwaves through both Yuwen Bo and Ye Wuyou, their faces paling in unison.
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