Chapter 2: Resistance

Just simple imprisonment, but why?

Junior Brother Bai Ming did not understand; what was the point of this? It was merely imprisoning an ordinary person.

"This is meaningless, Miss Song. As long as you let me out, from now on, I, Junior Brother Bai Ming, am still willing to serve you faithfully."

Song Wanqing giggled, her graceful figure trembling slightly.

"That's exactly it. It is precisely because you are so naive that I locked you in here."

Song Wanqing spread her hands indifferently. "Why do you always have to find a reason for things? Saying it's unnecessary, or that it shouldn't be like this, as if what I'm doing has absolutely no meaning."

Song Wanqing leaned in close to Junior Brother Bai Ming, her face only inches from his. Junior Brother Bai Ming could see every single eyelash on her face.

"But I simply wanted to do it, so I did."

"You will not leave this secret chamber before you die. No one will save you, and no one cares whether a slave lives or dies."

"Besides, you were bought by me; your life has long belonged to me. There is no talk of serving or not serving; you have long been mine."

Song Wanqing's beautiful face appeared somewhat terrifying in the dim light. Junior Brother Bai Ming's face stiffened; only at this moment did he truly realize the true nature of the woman before him.

He whispered, "Was everything before this just an act?"

Song Wanqing shook her head gently. "Oh my, it seems Young Master Bai still has some misunderstandings about me. Did I act too well, or is the Young Master just too naive?"

"Just be my toy and stay here with me until you die." Song Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly. "If you please me, perhaps you might survive."

"Madwoman, you really are a madwoman." Junior Brother Bai Ming struggled desperately, the heavy iron chains clanking against each other.

After experiencing the incident with the slave trader, he hated being imprisoned more than anything in this life, let alone being deceived.

Song Wanqing laughed. "Keep struggling. If you don't struggle, how can I enjoy the torture? I am looking forward to hearing you beg for mercy."

"But before that, I must make you realize your place." Song Wanqing took a whip out from her sleeve.

Snap—

A ragged tear appeared on Junior Brother Bai Ming's previously intact clothing.

"Song Wanqing, do you think doing this will force me to beg for mercy? Let me tell you, don't even think about it."

It was just a little physical pain; he, Junior Brother Bai Ming, could withstand it!

The snapping sounds were endless. After dozens of lashes, Junior Brother Bai Ming's upper garment was already tattered, leaving only a few rags.

Junior Brother Bai Ming gasped, "You are just a beast in human clothing, a madwoman."

Song Wanqing's eyes lit up. "Oh, you still have strength."

Another round of snapping sounds followed.

Junior Brother Bai Ming's expression was ferocious. "It's useless."

Another strike.

A stinging, burning pain radiated across Junior Brother Bai Ming's body.

Didn't Song Wanqing want him to beg? Then he, Junior Brother Bai Ming, would refuse.

He would not submit to the tyranny of this madwoman.

A storm-like barrage of attacks descended upon him.

Junior Brother Bai Ming's entire body was flushed red, stripped of all clothing. Even a light touch to his skin caused excruciating pain.

Junior Brother Bai Ming gritted his teeth and spoke up, "It's useless. Song Wanqing, is that all the strength you have?"

Hearing the provocation, Song Wanqing was not annoyed; she simply executed the movements in her hands mechanically.

"It seems your endurance is quite good. I really didn't choose the wrong person. The more you are like this, the more I want to see you in despair." A terrifying arc hung from the corners of Song Wanqing's mouth.

Whoosh—

The sound of air being cut rang out in the secret chamber.

Wounds appeared on the surface of Junior Brother Bai Ming's body, and this was only the beginning.

Wounds appeared on his skin one after another.

Pain.

Junior Brother Bai Ming gritted his teeth tightly, wanting to use this to alleviate the pain.

But it was ultimately futile; before the old bloodstains had congealed, new wounds had already appeared.

Song Wanqing's lashing speed slowed slightly. "Why have you stopped? Are you feeling the pain? Kneel down and beg me, and I might just spare you."

"I forgot, in your current state, it seems you can't kneel." Song Wanqing patted Junior Brother Bai Ming's face lightly.

Junior Brother Bai Ming endured the excruciating pain, speaking one word at a time, "You… really are a madwoman."

He stopped making sound, fearing that the next moment he would cry out in pain.

I can still hold on. I don't believe this madwoman has infinite stamina.

Waving her arm is extremely exhausting. Even if she is a madwoman, how much stamina can a mere woman have?

Song Wanqing saying those words—perhaps she is already tired herself.

Junior Brother Bai Ming gritted his teeth, as if he saw the hope of victory.

It is not endless.

Now it is a matter of whether he reaches his limit first, or if that madwoman runs out of strength.

Song Wanqing's eyes curved into crescents. "Not bad, truly not bad. To be able to endure even this."

"Tell me, could it be that you like the current situation? Are you happy right now?"

Junior Brother Bai Ming really could not endure it anymore; this was an insult to his character. "What the hell are you talking about, you madwoman? Do you think everyone is a pervert like you?"

Song Wanqing raised her hand and delivered another heavy strike. "Such a big reaction, that's interesting."

"But it doesn't matter. Next, you will either die, or you will become someone like this. Otherwise, the days in the dungeon will be very hard to endure."

Junior Brother Bai Ming stopped responding. He realized that Song Wanqing was inducing him to respond to consume his stamina.

However, doesn't this just prove that she is running out of stamina?

Just need to hold on a little longer.

A burst of energy arose in his heart, and even the pain on his body seemed to diminish slightly.

"Young Master Bai, tell me, aren't you naive, being tricked into this prison so easily?"

"And calling me 'Miss Song' with every breath, thinking I could save you?"

Song Wanqing let out a mocking sneer.

Hold on. Hold on. She is almost unable to hold on.

Junior Brother Bai Ming ignored her and gritted his teeth to endure.

He believed that with his tenacious willpower, he could not lose.

But it still hurts so much. Why won't she stop?

A burning pain permeated his entire body.

It was as if a bucket of oil had been poured onto the wounds all over his body, accelerating their burning.

The new wounds resonated with the old ones, ceaselessly intensifying this process.

Pain.

Under the continuous endurance, he wanted nothing more than to scream out loud, but that was meaningless. It would only waste his remaining stamina and give the madwoman before him a sense of victorious pleasure.

Just a little longer, that madwoman should be out of strength. As long as I can hold on for this moment, it will be fine.

Just this moment is enough.

Junior Brother Bai Ming's consciousness began to become unclear. From the beginning until now, a full hour had passed.

If not for having eaten those meals beforehand, he would have lost consciousness long ago.

He wanted to pass out, but the pain spread across his body kept his consciousness in a state of final clarity.

He simply closed his heavy eyelids and resisted with his whole heart and soul.

Thwack—

The sound pierced through flesh and struck directly at his soul.

Along with the silent scream in Junior Brother Bai Ming's heart, the speed of the air vibrations became slower and slower.

I won!

Song Wanqing was, after all, just a woman.

He breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes, only to meet Song Wanqing's deep gaze.

Song Wanqing's expression was gentle, the madness on her face having faded slightly. "I have felt strange since just a moment ago; you seem to have been expecting something all along."

"Are you waiting for me to run out of strength?" Song Wanqing leaned toward Junior Brother Bai Ming's ear and whispered, "But I am a Cultivator."

Junior Brother Bai Ming's face turned pale, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.