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In the backyard of the Pang family, in a small dark room, Pang Da had arranged it to resemble a torture chamber, as instructed by Shen Zhao.

Ding Bu'er sat at the judge's table, cleared his throat, and then said, "Bring the person up."

The next moment, Wang Shifan was escorted into the torture chamber by a large guard.

Looking at the instruments of torture around him, Wang Shifan felt a vague unease and cautiously asked, "Why did you bring me here? Immortal Master, are you mistaken?"

"Stop talking nonsense. This is the temporary interrogation room of the Public Tribunal. Don't try to get on our good side. We're not buying it. Sit down."

As she spoke, she gestured with her lips to indicate that he should sit in the seat opposite her.

Wang Shifan had just sat down with trepidation when he heard the sharp sound of a gavel on the judge's table, which startled him so much that he almost jumped up on the spot to add to the excitement.

“Confess and you’ll be punished severely, go home for the New Year; resist and you’ll be leniently imprisoned. Wang Shifan, tell us everything you know, so you can suffer less.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Shifan's face immediately fell.

Since the punishment is severe for those who confess, it seems there's no other option but to resist to the end.

So he remained silent.

It wasn't because he expressed his resistance in this way, but because he had never experienced what a dark prison was like and had no idea what resistance meant.

Perhaps silent resistance is the best form of resistance?

However, he had no idea that trying to act arrogantly with a bunch of old fogies was like a mule racing a toad—their thought processes were completely different.

"You won't talk, huh? Fine, you've got guts. Hey you, give Young Master Wang a little bit of public justice and it'll be a big surprise."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pang Da, with a ferocious expression, grabbed Wang Shifan and, together with several servants, hung him directly on the torture device.

"What do you want? I am the heir of the royal family!"

*Snap*

Pang Da delivered a crisp slap to his face.

"You dare to put on airs in front of the immortal? Where do you get the courage? What is the Wang family? They are nothing but a speck of dust in the eyes of the public council. I can easily crush them. I advise you to be sensible, or your Wang family will suffer as well."

Wang Shifan immediately shut up.

Pang Da immediately put on a fawning expression and said to Ding Bu'er, "Immortal Master, how should we punish this arrogant ant who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth?"

Ding Bu'er: "Then let's give him a hundred lashes first to pry his mouth open before we talk."

Pang Da immediately pulled a barbed whip from his crotch: "I'm best at this kind of thing, no need for you to trouble yourself, Immortal Master, let me do it for you."

After saying that, he lashed out with a whip at Wang Shifan.

The piercing screams, accompanied by loud shouts, echoed clearly throughout the torture chamber.

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

"Still not telling?"

"Tell me!"

Because the Wang family had some connections with cultivation sects, they had also practiced some qi-cultivation techniques to strengthen their bodies. However, their aptitude was so poor that even mud could knock down a wall in their presence. At nearly thirty years old, their cultivation level was still only at the second rank of Body Tempering.

At first, he could withstand a dozen or so lashes, but after thirty or fifty lashes, he let out a pig-like scream.

Finally, after a hundred lashes, Wang Shifan's brocade clothes were torn to shreds, and there were shocking streaks of bright red blood. He was no longer the dashing womanizer he once was.

"To tell or not to tell?"

Wang Shifan, panting heavily, heard the huge, ferocious voice and, suppressing his tears of grievance, looked up and said, "You keep asking me if I'll tell you or not, so why don't you just ask me!"

*Snap*

Before he could finish speaking, Pang Da slapped him across the face.

"You still dare to use outdated and tired jokes when you're about to die. It seems my methods aren't enough to make you take me seriously. Today, I'll let you, an ant, know what it means to be outmatched and capable."

After speaking, he grabbed a red-hot iron rod from the brazier. The rod had a triangular iron brand at the end, and the heat it emitted created a cloud-like effect in the air.

Wang Shifan's eyes widened immediately, he turned his face away, and shouted repeatedly, "Don't come any closer!"

The next second, Pangda went around behind him, aimed at his buttocks, and branded them directly.

"Ah~ Three Delicacies Noodles~"

"Yi Jianlian from Shaxian County~"

"Xinjiang expert David~"

"Peerless Pickled Radish~"

Wang Shifan was in so much pain that he was incoherent, and a strong philosophical atmosphere filled the empty little dark room.

Immediately afterward, Wang Shifan lost control of his bladder during his defense, and semen gushed out like a fountain, instantly filling the small dark room with a foul stench.

Fortunately, Ding Bu'er and Pang Da and the others seemed to be very professional about this kind of thing, and had prepared masks in advance to wear, so they didn't get overwhelmed by the fumes.

"Will you tell me?"

"I said... please stop torturing me, okay?"

*Snap*

After saying that, he slapped her across the face again.

"The dignified heir of the royal family spoke so quickly? Where is your integrity as a heir? Where is your family honor? Have these small pains made you abandon your dignity?"

After saying that, Pang Da ordered someone to bring over a bucket of chili water and a funnel, preparing for the third wave of torture, which terrified Wang Shifan so much that he wished he could faint immediately.

"Alright, Butler Pang, since he's willing to talk, let's give him a chance."

"I will obey your orders, Immortal Master."

After saying that, he slapped Wang Shifan across the face again: "The immortal has spared your life for now because of his words. You should be grateful. Tell me everything you need to say and don't try to hide anything. Do you understand?"

What else could Wang Shifan do? He could only nod in agreement.

*Snap*

And then I got another slap.

"Are you mute or deaf? How could you not even reply to the immortal's words?"

"I, I'll tell you everything."

Ding Bu'er was satisfied and began to ask questions.

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