Chapter 43: Not Being Skinned Alive Is Already Mercy

"Young Master Ye, you seem a bit off!"

"Where is your high-and-mighty posture? Where is your bossy arrogance?"

Su Lang smiled slightly, holding his long blade as he walked unhurriedly toward Ye Liang, looking down at him indifferently.

"I… I…"

"I was wrong… I'm kneeling to you!"

"Please, I beg you to spare me, I don't want to die!"

Facing the great terror between life and death, Ye Liang completely lost his dignity.

He knelt before Su Lang in utter humiliation, his eyes and face filled with miserable, pleading expressions.

"Your Ye family killed my parents."

"As if that wasn't enough, you wanted to kill me too."

"Sixth Young Master, do you really think you can still keep your life?"

Su Lang's lips curled into an indifferent, cold sneer.

"I… I am willing to compensate you!"

"I have many gold coins… and Spirit Stones!"

Ye Liang hurriedly fumbled some Spirit Stones from his person and then opened the box beside him.

Immediately after, with Spirit Stones in one hand and gold coins in the other, he humbly raised them above his head, offering them to Su Lang.

However, Su Lang's lips hooked up, unmoved, appearing incomparably cold and ruthless!

"I beg of you!"

"I'll be your dog, I'm your slave dog!"

"Please… spare me… spare this slave dog's life!"

*Thud, thud, thud!*

Ye Liang had completely broken down; he kowtowed repeatedly, his face covered in a mess of snot and tears, with no trace left of his elegant, jade-like Young Master appearance.

Comparing the current Ye Liang to his former self, the difference was more than just night and day.

Such a massive contrast left even Lu Gong staring in a daze!

"Do you think it's a good show?"

Su Lang glanced at Lu Gong and mocked.

"No… no!"

Lu Gong trembled in extreme terror, and then he also slowly knelt down, prostrating himself humbly on the ground.

Reduced to this state, his only path left was to beg for mercy.

"Actually, you two aren't entirely without value."

"If you can give me what I want, lenient treatment isn't out of the question."

Su Lang looked down condescendingly at the master and servant, Ye Liang and Lu Gong.

His words immediately caused a surge of hope to rise in the hearts of Ye Liang and Lu Gong.

"What do you want, Sir? As long as I can give it, I definitely will!"

Ye Liang raised his head, his eyes shining as he looked at Su Lang with immense hope.

"Me too!"

Lu Gong also hurriedly kowtowed in agreement.

"In that case, first write down the Cultivation Techniques you know from memory."

Su Lang chuckled and tossed out two pens and several blank notebooks.

Before coming here, Su Lang had already been eyeing these two's Cultivation Techniques.

However, although he possessed the 'Perfect Plunder' ability, he could not plunder things from an enemy's mind.

The Cultivation Technique on the Dark Snake Stronghold guard last time had also been written down by the guard himself and kept on his person.

Therefore, Su Lang had prepared the pens and notebooks.

"I… I'll write right away!"

Ye Liang picked up a pen and notebook with trembling hands and began to write shakily.

Lu Gong also began to write the Cultivation Techniques he practiced with fear and trepidation.

Su Lang sat leisurely on the sofa, indifferently watching the two of them crawling on the ground to write.

About half an hour later, Ye Liang and Lu Gong stopped writing one after another.

"Finished? Bring them here!"

Su Lang waved his hand, and Ye Liang and Lu Gong immediately scrambled up from the ground to offer the notebooks in their hands.

There were six Cultivation Techniques in total, which was two more than what Su Lang had seen through the attribute panel.

They were likely techniques Ye Liang and the other had memorized but had not successfully practiced.

"Very good. Originally, I planned to make you wish you were dead."

"Now, your good performance has earned you a chance for lenient treatment."

Su Lang stood up and smilingly drew his bright Tang blade, "So, I'll give you a quick end."

"Ah!?"

"You… you said… you'd spare me!"

Ye Liang's whole body shook, his speech stuttering with fear.

"Heh, I said lenient treatment."

Su Lang sneered, "With the blood feud between us, not skinning you alive is already considered mercy."

"You went back on your word, you piece of trash!"

"Lu Gong, quick, protect me so I can escape!"

"Once we escape successfully, not just you, but your family will receive a massive reward!"

Seeing that he still couldn't escape death, Ye Liang immediately intended to act like a cornered dog.

But Lu Gong had clearly lost the will to resist.

"Sir, have mercy! Everything was orchestrated by Ye Liang!"

"Moreover, I haven't been involved from the beginning. I am willing to sever ties with Ye Liang and the Ye family. Please spare my life!"

Lu Gong remained prostrate on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly with a face full of pleading.

"Lu Gong…"

Seeing this scene, Ye Liang was instantly filled with suffocating despair.

"Alright, enough nonsense!"

Su Lang held his Tang blade high, a trace of satisfaction appearing at the corners of his mouth. "Accept this—my revenge."

"No—!"