Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

"You humiliated me in front of everyone. This is what you deserve!" Hai Dongqing hated Zhao Dong to the bone. Spitting up the eight-treasure porridge in public had been the ultimate humiliation!

Ling'er comforted him, "Brother Hai, don't be angry. This guy is as good as dead. There's no need to waste your anger on a dead man."

Ling'er's considerate manner made Hai Dongqing feel much better. He waved his hand, "You're right. Why should I bother with a dead man?"

At that moment, Zhao Dong's howls became even more intense. The excruciating pain made him faint several times, yet he woke up again and again. This repeated torture was truly unbearable.

The onlookers watched Zhao Dong with sneers on their faces, their expressions joyous, as if they were watching an entertainment show and Zhao Dong was the clown.

The disciples who had been suppressed by Zhao Dong, along with their allies, clapped and cheered.

The female disciples who had taken a liking to Zhao Dong, however, had looks of pity and distress in their eyes. They looked anxious.

"Zhao Dong still hasn't confessed. Could there really be some misunderstanding?"

"I say, why not ask him again? Forcing a confession through torture isn't right!"

The female disciples were extremely anxious. However, no sooner had they spoken than the surrounding disciples lashed out at them.

"Enough! Zhao Dong is definitely a thief. His pitiful look is just an act for your benefit, can't you see that?"

"I'm telling you, don't think you can say whatever you want just because you're women. This is a matter of the sect's greater good. If you dare spout any more nonsense, I'll have reason to suspect you are in league with Zhao Dong!"

The scolding from the other disciples made the few women who had spoken for Zhao Dong blush and fall silent. Though reluctant, they could only lower their gazes, looking at him with eyes full of distress.

In the center of the square, Dongfang Shi also felt a pang of heartache. But he didn't have the slightest doubt, for he couldn't question the words of the Great Elder, Jiang Feng.

Zhao Dong, oh, Zhao Dong, you could have had a limitless future. Why were you so foolish? You have disappointed me to the very core!

Dongfang Shi sighed repeatedly and turned his head away, unable to bear the sight any longer.

Jiang Feng's eyes brimmed with sly triumph.

"Boy, still won't confess?"

"Confess my ass!" Zhao Dong roared back. "Even if I die, I won't submit to a bastard like you! If you have the guts, then kill me! Kill me!"

"Want to die?" Jiang Feng sneered. "If you die, what about the Enlightenment Stone?"

Naturally, Jiang Feng couldn't actually kill Zhao Dong. If Zhao Dong died, how would they recover the Enlightenment Stone? He had to keep Zhao Dong alive first and plan his next move. Otherwise, if the man died before they got to the bottom of it and the stone remained lost, the matter would spiral out of control.

Seeing that Zhao Dong had been tormented beyond human recognition, his Soul Power all but extinguished, Jiang Feng waved his hand. "Drag him out!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples immediately stepped forward and dragged the nearly dead Zhao Dong out.

"Good kid, you really are a tough one, huh?" Jiang Feng stepped forward and patted Zhao Dong's face, his voice low and sinister. "If you want to die, just admit you stole the Enlightenment Stone. Otherwise, today's torture is just an appetizer."

"Ptui!"

A glob of thick phlegm landed squarely on Jiang Feng's face. Zhao Dong's disdainful gaze remained fixed on him.

Jiang Feng instantly became enraged, kicking Zhao Dong viciously in the face and roaring, "Throw him in the dungeon! I'll make him wish he was dead!"

At his command, several disciples punched Zhao Dong in the abdomen a few times until he vomited stomach acid, before they finally dragged him from the square.

...

In the dim dungeon, Zhao Dong was thrown harshly into a cell. He lay sprawled on the ground, the severe pain rendering him unable to get up. The grievous wound to his soul, in particular, made him feel foggy-headed, as if the entire world were spinning.

Unwillingness, regret, rage! Countless emotions surged through him, threatening to crush his will.

He wasn't afraid of death. But the thought of Lin Qingyun, Xu Yafei, and the other girls waiting for him, as well as the mother in the photograph... it cut his heart like a knife! He refused to accept it! He refused to die like this! But it seemed there was nothing he could do to change his fate.

CLANG!

At that moment, the sound of a door opening suddenly rang out, but it wasn't his cell door. The door to the cell next door was pushed open. A sliver of light shot through the iron bars and into Zhao Dong's cell, allowing him to see the person being shoved inside.

It was a man reeking of alcohol, staggering about. After being pushed in, the man fell headfirst to the ground, yet he still turned to curse furiously.

"Liquor! Give me liquor!"

"You bunch of bastards, hurry up and bring me my drink!"

CLANG!

The cell door slammed shut, and a guard shouted through the bars, "Keep it down! Make another sound, and don't blame us for being harsh!"

"You bastards! You have the guts? Then come on, get harsh!"

"Liquor! Give me liquor!"

The man pounded the floor with all his might. But after a few punches, he fell into a deep sleep, becoming completely quiet—a stark contrast to his earlier commotion.

Enduring the intense pain, Zhao Dong used the sliver of light from the door's seam to observe the young man next door.

The more he looked, the more he felt there was something strange about this young man. This was clearly a place of execution, yet this young man showed no fear at all. How could he sleep so peacefully?

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Dong called out softly, "Fellow Daoist? Fellow Daoist?"

The young man opened his eyes, glanced at Zhao Dong, then turned over and went back to sleep. His posture made it clear he wanted no interaction with Zhao Dong.

With a bitter smile, Zhao Dong sat down on the floor. He tried again to mobilize the Spiritual Energy in his body, but the dungeon's Formation firmly suppressed his Dantian. No matter how he tried, he couldn't stir a single trace of it. The dungeon door was forged from Meteorite Iron; Zhao Dong couldn't have broken it even at his peak, let alone now when he couldn't even use his Spiritual Energy.

A sense of despair rose in his heart. He refused to die here, yet he had no way to escape.

As the saying goes, a tall tree attracts the wind. He began to regret his impulsiveness. If he hadn't absorbed the Jade Marrow Stone, he wouldn't have attracted this disaster. But now, it was too late for regrets.

However, just then, the man in the next cell suddenly clutched his stomach and let out a muffled groan of pain. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead as he rolled around on the ground, clearly in agony.

Zhao Dong immediately shouted, "Press the spot two inches below your navel with your finger!"

The man didn't hesitate, immediately pressing down on the spot.

It worked! Upon pressing that area, the severe pain in his body vanished instantly. He clambered up awkwardly, gasping for breath. He looked at Zhao Dong through drunken eyes, his gaze full of curiosity.

"Who are you?" the young man finally asked, his tone still laced with intoxication.

"Just a prisoner," Zhao Dong replied with a bitter smile.

The young man frowned in confusion. "I've never heard of a prisoner in the Qingyun Sect possessing such medical skills."