eurekapd Chapter 593 - 580: Irreconcilable!
Chapter 593 - 580: Irreconcilable!
HSSSS—!
The moment Qin Fan’s fingers touched Chen Tiansheng’s head, the latter felt an agonizing pain erupt from his mind, as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at it from within. In the next second, his head felt as though it would explode!
"Ah! No, no, no!"
He had been struggling to speak, but under Qin Fan’s grasp, the gnawing torment stimulated his nerves. As if in a final resurgence of life, he screamed hysterically, his energy amplified a hundredfold. If his hands weren’t bound, he would have instinctively clutched his head and torn at his hair.
As if he hadn’t heard Chen Tiansheng’s shrill screams, Qin Fan closed his eyes. He channeled his True Qi into Chen Tiansheng’s sea of consciousness and began sifting through his memory fragments with his Divine Sense.
While quickly filtering through them, he paused when he found a memory of Chen Tiansheng kneeling behind a man. In this memory space, Chen Tiansheng was on his knees, respectfully calling out, "Boss! Boss!"
Boss? So this is the man behind it all?
After a moment, Qin Fan continued to filter the memories, focusing on this man. However, he was never able to see the man’s true face. Chen Tiansheng’s encounters with him were few; either the man’s back was turned, or he wore a golden mask. Within another person’s sea of consciousness, not even Qin Fan’s Eyes of Golden Flame could penetrate the mask.
The only clues were an elegant white robe, a head of silver hair, and a golden mask.
Suddenly, Qin Fan let out a low hum. In a scene he had nearly missed while filtering, a familiar face appeared.
It was the owner of the Seven Mile Fragrance Milk Tea Shop! The same one who had locked up his shop and vanished from the Human World after their last meeting! Unfortunately, in Chen Tiansheng’s memory, the milk tea shop owner never uttered a word, playing only the role of a subordinate to the silver-haired, masked man.
The milk tea shop owner.
The Cripples of Heaven and Earth.
And now, Chen Tiansheng.
Seeing the intertwined connection between them, Qin Fan’s brow furrowed tightly. He couldn’t deduce the identity of the "boss" who connected all these individuals.
A Child of the Heavenly Dao? I’ve considered the possibility, but I know nothing about them. That conclusion seems too presumptive.
Not wanting to waste any more time on useless speculation, Qin Fan continued to scour Chen Tiansheng’s memories. However, as he traced the memories back three years, the images suddenly vanished, leaving only a blank void. It was then that he remembered his Golden Core Stage Soul Capturing Technique could only probe back three years.
Shaking his head in frustration, Qin Fan exhaled and opened his eyes.
"Who is the man in the golden mask? Tell me!" he said icily, his fingers still gripping Chen Tiansheng’s head, inflicting wave after wave of spiritual torture.
"I don’t know, I don’t know!" Chen Tiansheng cried out, his words broken by excruciating pain.
"Tell me!" Qin Fan demanded, squeezing harder.
"I really don’t know! I’ve never even seen what the boss looks like! I really don’t! Ah! No, kill me! Kill me! I beg you, kill me!" Tears, snot, and sweat poured down his face as he screamed, as hysterical as an addict in withdrawal. He had been on death’s door and barely able to speak, but now, as if experiencing a final resurgence, he grew clearer and louder with every shout. Chen Tiansheng didn’t know what Qin Fan had done to him; he only knew that this was a fate worse than death.
"Then enjoy death. Let’s see how long a Transformation Realm Martial Artist can withstand this Soul Capturing Technique!" Convinced that Chen Tiansheng truly didn’t know the identity of the masked, silver-haired man, Qin Fan stopped questioning him. However, his grip on Chen Tiansheng’s head tightened as he spoke, his voice devoid of emotion.
"No! No! Please! Don’t!"
"Kill me! Damn it, just kill me!"
"Qin Fan, I curse your ancestors, all eighteen generations of them!"
"Qin Fan, you bastard, you son of a bitch!"
His desperate pleas for mercy finally devolved into baseless curses. Chen Tiansheng hoped the insults would provoke Qin Fan into giving him a quick death.
But he was sorely mistaken. The more he cursed, the more intense the torment on his soul became.
In the end, every single vein on Chen Tiansheng’s body bulged violently. A web of black lines spread across his face, making him look no different from a ghoul from Hell.
In a corner before the large screen, Chang Yuanyi witnessed the spectacle of Qin Fan torturing Chen Tiansheng. He curled into a ball and shivered uncontrollably, fighting back the urge to scream in terror. He didn’t dare look in that direction again. He simply couldn’t.
"Alright, it ends now."
When Chen Tiansheng took on this ghastly appearance, Qin Fan knew his end had come, and his voice was cold as he announced it.
He squeezed his five fingers!
Instantly, five deep fingerprints indented Chen Tiansheng’s skull, yet no blood or fluid seeped out.
But the next moment...
POP! POP! POP!
A dense series of popping sounds erupted from Chen Tiansheng’s bulging veins. In the blink of an eye, the thick, swollen veins all over his body ruptured and collapsed. This happened to every last one.
With these final sounds, the ragged breath stuck in Chen Tiansheng’s throat had yet to escape. As Qin Fan released his grip, his head lolled lifelessly to the side.
His life force was extinguished. The corpse was a bizarre sight, its entire body seemingly shrouded in a black miasma.
Without bothering to deal with Chen Tiansheng’s body, Qin Fan walked slowly down the tiered steps of the seating area, heading toward the large screen.
He stopped beside Jiang Yino, his heart aching as he watched her eyelashes tremble with fear even in her sleep. Instead of picking her up immediately, he gritted his teeth and walked over to Chang Yuanyi.
"Stand up!" Qin Fan commanded, looking down at him with lowered eyes.
THUD!
At Qin Fan’s words, Chang Yuanyi, who had been shuddering uncontrollably as if on the verge of a mental breakdown, immediately collapsed to his knees. "Master Qin, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"
Tears flowed again like a burst dam as he cried with his head bowed.
"You were drugged, but if you had shown even the slightest disrespect to Yinuo just now, no one could have saved you," Qin Fan’s voice remained cold enough to pierce the heart. After a pause, he added, "Now, get up. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you."
"Yes, Master Qin!"
Like an admonished child, Chang Yuanyi wiped his tears with his hand and shakily rose to his feet on trembling legs. Chen Tiansheng’s fate had shown him yet again just how terrifying Qin Fan could be. Not daring to meet Qin Fan’s gaze, he kept his head down, his throat gurgling with fear.
"Tell me everything you know about this," Qin Fan said, ignoring Chang Yuanyi’s behavior, his gaze sharp and penetrating.
"Bao Qiudong! It was Bao Qiudong! He’s the one who sent that man!"
The moment Qin Fan asked, Chang Yuanyi’s head snapped up, and he shouted reflexively. His voice was filled with hatred and fury. If Qin Fan hadn’t arrived when he did, he couldn’t even imagine what the consequences would have been.
Bao Qiudong! His former arch-nemesis, whom he had recently overshadowed, had nearly brought about his ruin! He had nearly brought ruin to the entire Chang Family!
This was a blood feud. Chang Yuanyi swore they could not both live under the same sky.