Hu Miao darted out and dragged all six assassins back, tossing them before Ye Yunfei.
“Speak!
Where is the Tianyou Tomb’s headquarters?”
Ye Yunfei stood with his hands clasped behind his back, speaking indifferently.
“Ye Yunfei, spare your questions.
We will never tell you,” one assassin said with a cold smirk.
Pfft!
Ye Yunfei flicked a finger, and a powerful force blasted forth, instantly shattering the assassin’s body into a cloud of blood mist.
“Ye Yunfei, just kill us all.
Having failed our mission and fallen into your hands, death is our only fate.”
Another assassin also spoke icily.
Pfft!
Another finger flick from Ye Yunfei, and this assassin was also blasted to death on the spot.
The four remaining assassins paled slightly.
Although they had already accepted their certain death upon falling into Ye Yunfei’s hands, witnessing his decisiveness in killing sent a chill through them.
“Will you speak or not?”
Ye Yunfei’s cold gaze swept over them.
The four assassins remained silent.
Pfft!
Ye Yunfei flicked a finger again, blasting another assassin into a mist of blood.
The three remaining assassins still said nothing.
They knew that divulging the Tianyou Tomb’s secrets would mean facing its endless pursuit for the rest of their days.
Moreover, their families left behind would also be implicated.
“Master, let me try using the Illusion Art,” Hu Miao suddenly suggested.
“Fine.”
Ye Yunfei nodded.
Hu Miao walked up to one assassin and immediately cast her Illusion Art.
Waves of illusory laws permeated into the assassin’s Soul Sea.
“What are you trying to do?!”
The assassin was both startled and furious.
Soon, however, his eyes began to grow dull and confused, as if he were sleepwalking.
The Illusion Art of the Ancient Celestial Fox Tribe was an innate racial legacy inscribed in their bloodline, exceptionally powerful.
It was far beyond the ordinary illusion arts cultivated by worldly martial artists.
“Tell me, where is the Tianyou Tomb’s headquarters in the Eastern Region?”
Hu Miao asked, her voice carrying an eerie melody—this too was part of the Illusion Art.
“The Eastern Region Tianyou Tomb’s headquarters… I don’t know where it is. I only come from one of its Branch Strongholds.
Your question might be known by the administrator of our branch,” the assassin answered in a daze.
“Good. Then tell me the location of the Branch Stronghold you belong to.”
Hu Miao pressed.
“It’s…”
The assassin began to answer.
But before he could finish—
*Pow!*
A powerful force erupted within his head, instantly exploding his skull in a shower of flesh and blood.
“Master, there was a Soul Restraint in his Soul Sea. It detonated when triggered,” Hu Miao explained.
A Soul Restraint was a type of soul force imprint planted by an expert with particularly strong Soul Power through some secret art within another’s mind.
Under specific circumstances, this soul imprint could activate and explode.
These Tianyou Tomb assassins had clearly all been implanted with such restraints, which would trigger if they revealed secrets related to the tomb.
“I see.”
Ye Yunfei nodded, his gaze shifting to the remaining two assassins.
Undoubtedly, these two also had Soul Restraints planted in their Soul Seas.
“Ye Yunfei, just you wait. Our Tianyou Tomb will never let you go!”
One of the assassins suddenly thrust a sword into his own heart, smirking coldly.
Then he collapsed, dead.
He knew that, faced with Ye Yunfei’s questioning, whether he spoke or not, death was inevitable in the end.
So he chose to end his own life directly.
The last remaining assassin hesitated briefly before raising his sharp sword to commit suicide as well.
“Hu Miao, use your Illusion Art on him!”
Ye Yunfei commanded.
Hu Miao immediately cast her Illusion Art.
Instantly, invisible waves of illusory laws entered the assassin’s Soul Sea.
The assassin’s body trembled lightly, his eyes growing unfocused.
*Clang!*
The sword in his hand dropped to the ground.
“Hah!
A mere Soul Restraint, this cannot hinder me.”
Ye Yunfei let out a cold laugh.
He willed it, and a stream of Soul Power radiated from him, entering the assassin’s Soul Sea.
Soon, Ye Yunfei found a Soul Restraint there.
“Crude and shoddy. This Soul Restraint is practically trash.”
Ye Yunfei sneered contemptuously.
The Soul Restraint implanted in this assassin’s Soul Sea, in Ye Yunfei’s eyes, was planted with utterly clumsy technique.
Ye Yunfei’s Soul Power violently smashed toward that Soul Restraint.
Pfft!
In less than a second, the restraint was broken and dissipated into nothingness.
“Alright.
His Soul Restraint has been broken.
You can question him now.”
Ye Yunfei said.
“Master, you are truly too formidable!”
Hu Miao couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.
She had never seen anyone dismantle a Soul Restraint so effortlessly.
Thus, Hu Miao began to interrogate the assassin.
Under the control of her Illusion Art, the assassin answered every question obediently.
It turned out that this assassin came from one of the Tianyou Tomb’s Branch Strongholds in the Eastern Region.
The location of that branch was in Qingzhou City.
Qingzhou City wasn’t very far from White Cloud City.
“Let’s go. We’ll head to that Branch Stronghold immediately.”
Ye Yunfei sneered.
The Tianyou Tomb assassins had come to kill him many times.
With his temperament, he would not let this matter rest so easily!
A short while later.
A Flying Boat shot into the sky, leaving White Cloud City and heading towards Qingzhou City.
Half a day later.
Qingzhou City.
In the western part of the city, down a secluded and quiet alleyway.
In this alley stood a very small sundry shop.
Inside the shop, an elderly, decrepit-looking old man sat behind the counter.
At that moment, the old man sat behind the counter, dozing off as if waiting for customers.
“Heh, surprising that the far-famed Tianyou Tomb’s Branch Stronghold is so… shabby.”
Ye Yunfei’s figure suddenly appeared outside the door of the sundry shop. After giving it a once-over, he revealed a cold smile.
Beside Ye Yunfei stood Hu Miao and a man dressed in black.
This black-clad man was the assassin Hu Miao had interrogated earlier.
Now under the influence of her Illusion Art, the assassin was completely under Hu Miao’s control.
“Lead the way.”
Ye Yunfei said to the assassin.
The assassin’s eyes were dull and vacant, like a soulless puppet. Hearing Ye Yunfei’s words, he simply stepped forward and walked into the shop.
Ye Yunfei and Hu Miao followed close behind.
“Guests, what would you like to buy…”
The old man behind the counter, snapped out of his drowsiness upon seeing people enter, and spoke up.
But his expression immediately changed, his gaze fixed intently on the assassin.
“What’s going on?!
Number Nineteen, why did you bring two strangers back?!”
The old man demanded sternly.
“Looks like we’ve found the right place.”
Ye Yunfei smiled faintly.