Chapter 1729: Severe Punishment

Seeing this scene, several people were startled. They hadn't expected the seemingly gentle Young man to possess such powerful cultivation.

Zhang Hongwu, after his initial shock, shouted sternly, "Young man, what do you want to do? Do you dare to resist arrest? Aren't you afraid of having your entire clan exterminated?"

Ye Bufan smiled slightly, "If you can help me find my clan, I'd thank your ancestors for eight generations."

He was most worried about how to return to Earth right now, and it was laughable that this guy was even threatening his relatives.

"Take him down! If he dares to resist, kill him on the spot!"

Zhang Hongwu roared, and the several constables behind him immediately pounced forward, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

However, these people usually relied on the prestige of the Xuntian Division to bully ordinary folk. When it came to their actual skills, they were far too lacking. In three or two moves, they were all knocked down.

Zhang Hongwu himself was a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator. Seeing that his subordinates were useless, he prepared to act, but suddenly, his chest went numb, and his acupuncture points were sealed.

"You… Young man, you dare to lay hands on me? Have you considered the consequences? I am a constable of the Xuntian Division!"

At this point, he could only hope to intimidate the other party.

"Consequences? You'll find out soon enough."

Ye Bufan smirked at him, then his gaze fell on the pile of torture instruments nearby.

"You guys, come here. Weren't you picking out the finger crushers? Use them on him first."

He turned to look at the constables nearby, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and directly used the Soul Capture Technique.

Although his Mental Energy had not even recovered a tenth of its original power, it was more than enough to deal with these ordinary constables.

"Young man, stop dreaming. How could my subordinates possibly listen to your commands? Be sensible and release me quickly, or else you won't be able to bear the consequences…"

Zhang Hongwu was doing his best to intimidate Ye Bufan when he suddenly saw his subordinates walking towards him, holding the finger crushers they had just prepared.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy? I'm your constable! I'm your superior…"

But no matter how much he shouted, the constables completely ignored him. One of them even kicked him to the ground, then placed the finger crushers on his fingers.

Ye Bufan pulled up a chair and sat beside him, watching everything with great interest. Once the constables were ready, he waved his hand, "Begin the torture!"

"You… Ah!"

Zhang Hongwu's face was filled with panic, but before he could finish screaming, a heart-wrenching pain came from his index finger.

"Help! Hurry, come quickly!"

The guy wailed like a pig being slaughtered, shouting for help, hoping that people outside would come to his rescue.

He was thinking too much, unfortunately. When he came in, he had already made arrangements, instructing the other members of the Xuntian Division not to come over no matter what happened here, so he could conveniently use torture.

Precisely because of this, no one paid him any mind, even if he screamed until his throat was hoarse. He had dug his own grave.

The two guards outside the torture chamber sat there drinking, and hearing the faint wails from inside, they couldn't help but shake their heads.

"That Young man is really unlucky. Of all people to offend, he had to provoke Constable Zhang. He's probably wishing he were dead right now…"

"Isn't that the truth? Listen to how miserable he sounds, his voice has even changed…"

"Brother, why does it sound a bit off to me? That voice sounds like Constable Zhang's…"

"How could that be? Do you actually think the one being tortured could be Constable Zhang? Are you crazy? It must be that Young man is in too much pain, and his voice changed because he can't bear it…"

"You're right, how could it be Constable Zhang? Come, let's drink…"

Inside the torture chamber, Zhang Hongwu was practically going insane. He had tortured countless people, but he had never imagined that he would experience the taste of it today. It was simply worse than death.

He used to take pleasure in torturing people, but now that it was happening to him, he couldn't find any joy in it. His face was distorted with pain, and tears streamed down his face.

"Alright, you guys, go easy."

Hearing Ye Bufan reprimand the constables, Zhang Hongwu secretly felt a sense of relief, but the next words almost made him collapse.

"There are so many torture instruments we haven't used yet; we can't kill him all at once!"

Then, at Ye Bufan's command, the constables removed the finger crushers and replaced them with already red-hot branding irons.

Looking at the smoking red branding iron, Zhang Hongwu was scared out of his wits. He wanted to beg for mercy, he wanted to confess, but he tragically realized that he had nothing to confess. They weren't interrogating him.

"Little brother, sir, ancestor, I beg you, please let me go. I will never dare to provoke you again…"

He pleaded repeatedly, no longer possessing his previous arrogance.

"Don't stop now. This is just the beginning. You've used so many torture instruments on others, so it's only right that you experience them too!"

Ye Bufan had a smile on his face, but he had no sympathy for such a person. Kindness to evil people was cruelty to oneself.

At that moment, there was a sizzling sound as a constable pressed the branding iron firmly onto Zhang Hongwu's chest.

"Ah!"

The guy let out another pig-like shriek, then fainted, but was quickly woken up by a constable splashing cold water on him.

"Please, kill me! Just kill me quickly…"

Zhang Hongwu never imagined that he would have such a day.

At the City Lord's Mansion, the Zhai siblings arrived early at Zhai Tianfang's bedroom.

"Father, how are you feeling?"

"Much better, but my cultivation hasn't recovered yet."

After several doses of medicine, Zhai Tianfang was like a different person compared to yesterday. His complexion was rosy, and he was full of energy. Aside from his cultivation, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Zhai Gang said, "Father, that's wonderful! We'll invite Divine Doctor Ye over again in a moment, and I'm sure you'll make a full recovery very soon."

Zhai Tianfang nodded, "I never expected Divine Doctor Ye to possess such extraordinary Medical skill at such a young age."

Zhai Lingxiu said, "The key is that he's very accurate in judging people. He immediately saw that woman Liu Meiniang was a vixen."

For so many years, she had been on bad terms with this stepmother. Now that she had finally driven the other party away, she naturally felt incredibly relieved.

"Alas!" Zhai Tianfang sighed, but didn't continue the topic. Looking at the siblings, he said, "Go and invite Divine Doctor Ye over."

Zhai Lingxiu said directly, "No need, right? We already agreed yesterday that Divine Doctor Ye would come by himself."

"You girl, why are you so unreasonable? Do you know what a Divine Doctor represents?"

Zhai Tianfang glared at his daughter, "To encounter such a Divine Doctor is a great Opportunity. Our City Lord's Mansion absolutely cannot lack in courtesy."

Zhai Lingxiu stuck out her tongue, "Brother, you stay with Father. I'll go invite Divine Doctor Ye."

After speaking, she turned and left the room.

At Taiping Medical Center, the Su Family father and daughter were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Having lived in Tianlang City for many years, they naturally knew what the Xuntian Division was and, even more so, what kind of person Zhang Hongwu was.

In their opinion, Ye Bufan being taken away meant he was in grave danger.

They wanted to help, but as ordinary doctors, they were completely helpless.

Just then, a flurry of footsteps came from outside the door, and Zhai Lingxiu entered with a squad of soldiers.