Invincible cultivation strengthens: my son is a troublemaker Chapter 232: The Nightingale’s Narrow Escape (Third Watch)

The nightingale awoke from unconsciousness.

It found itself bound by chains in a cold, damp cave. The cave was very quiet, and the sound of dripping water was clearly audible.

"Drip!"

"Drip!"

It seed to be the water from the top of the cave, dripping into a pool in the dark, making the environnt seem more silent.

"Hehe, awake?"

A leisurely voice sounded.

The nightingale abruptly turned its head to look, only to see a familiar figure slowly erging from the darkness.

There was a skylight above his head, with white light shining down, so when that figure approached him, he could see it clearly.

"It’s you! What do you want!!"

The nightingale’s face changed dramatically, shouting angrily.

"What do you think?"

Qin Chuan asked with a smile.

"Are you, are you going to betray the tribe?!" The nightingale beca increasingly uneasy in its heart.

"No, actually... I’m not from the Celestial Eternal Race." Qin Chuan displayed a gentle smile on his face.

"What?!"

The nightingale felt as if it had been struck by lightning on a clear day, and this statent was devastating to his spirit.

If the other party were betraying the tribe, then it would be understandable for him to be backstabbed. But if the other party wasn’t actually from the Celestial Eternal Race, and he was deceived so badly... then he was a fool!!

"Thank you for telling the way to the Tianshu Palace. I’ve already conveyed this thod to the Human Race Holy Hall. By now, counting the ti, the Tianshu Palace should have been annihilated." Qin Chuan said with a smile.

"What??"

The nightingale was taken aback, montarily stunned, and then reacted, letting out a heart-wrenching scream:

"No——"

At this mont, he felt his world collapsing, everything before his eyes becoming blurry, and a voice echoed within his heart:

You are a sinner of the tribe.

You are a sinner of the tribe.

You are a sinner of the tribe!

This voice grew stronger and stronger, sotis turning into his family, sotis turning into his friends, sotis turning into his master, and finally, it even turned into his own voice.

This voice, like an inescapable curse, continuously echoed in his ears, stirring up his guilt and self-bla, like being pricked by a thousand knives!

"Impossible, impossible, how could this be, you must be lying to , you must be lying to ... Pff!!!"

In the end, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.

Qin Chuan was not surprised by this.

From the other person’s perspective, he roughly understood the pain in the other’s heart. It was perfectly normal that he could not accept it for now and fainted.

He thought for a mont and took out a bright red flower — the very sa flower that emitted a peculiar scent of immortal herbs.

"Lucky you."

He sighed and then crushed the flower into a ball, stuffing it directly into the other’s mouth.

He fainted, how would he swallow it?

For Qin Chuan, this was not a problem at all—he had experience.

Think of it like in TV dramas, where the heroine feeds the hero dicine when he’s unconscious, and he has to swallow it so way or another?

So.

He lifted the nightingale’s drooping head with his left hand, and then his right hand slapped hard with a few quick slaps, causing the head to sway side to side.

"Gulp."

After the slaps, there ca a sound from the nightingale’s throat, indicating that the flower had been swallowed.

Well, TV dramas don’t depict it this way.

But naturally, Qin Chuan wouldn’t follow the thod in TV dramas; he had his distinctive way, gleaned from practical experience.

"Buzz buzz!"

The immortal herb was indeed extraordinary. Not long after swallowing it, all the pores on the nightingale’s body emitted a faint golden light, and then he woke up.

"You..."

He tried speaking but realized his mouth was a bit cramped, as his face was already bruised, swollen like a pig’s head.

"You’re gonna die..."

He was filled with grief and indignation, cursing with all his might, but his voice sounded comical even to himself.

So he closed his mouth.

"Still dare to mouth off!"

Qin Chuan produced an Imperial Whip. This whip appeared to be crafted from the spine of so kind of snake, segnt by segnt, with bone spurs, looking quite terrifying.

"Crack!"

The whip lashed across the nightingale’s body, instantly eliciting a heart-wrenching scream from him.

"Ow!"

Because both sides of his cheeks were so swollen, pressing his mouth together, the sound he made was peculiar.

"Still dare to provoke?!"

Qin Chuan glared, then lashed him again, drawing another howl.

"Crack crack!"

"Crack crack!"

Thus, Qin Chuan continued lashing, over a hundred tis, until the nightingale was on the brink of death.

This nightingale was actually an Emperor, but this Imperial Whip was an instrunt designed specifically for punishnt.

So, no matter how formidable the person was, as long as it was custom-built, it would make you "comfortable"...

"Ow!"

The nightingale cried out again.

"Still dare to provoke!"

Qin Chuan glared coldly, continuing to whip.

Two streams of humiliated tears rolled down the nightingale’s swollen face. In reality, he wasn’t provoking; he was begging for rcy.

Perhaps the physical pain alleviated the emotional pain, so the guilt and grief gradually dissipated, and he went from being a tragic hero to being sowhat comical.

That feeling was just like a drunk person bellowing, "Don’t push , if you push , I can do anything!"

And then, soone imdiately handed over a math problem.

Go ahead.

Try solving it?

Instantly, the scene beca quiet.

Thus, the drunkard who claid he could do anything when pushed pretended not to hear what was said, kept asking a few more questions, and as he continued, he smoothly crashed to the ground and slept.

Drunken escape!!

After a long ti, Qin Chuan put away the whip, squinting and said, "Now, I’m going to ask you so questions, and you have to answer honestly."

The nightingale remained silent.

Although he was terrified of the beating, if it was about anything that hard the tribe, he absolutely would not do it!

"Rumble!"

At this mont, a violent tremor ca from outside the cave, and then an angry, rough voice ca from outside.

"Damn it, I finally tracked you down. I know you’re hiding inside, co out and et your death!"

"Damn, even this was discovered!"

Qin Chuan’s face changed dramatically; there seed to be a brief panic, and then he looked at the nightingale with a complicated expression, apparently no longer able to bother with the prisoner, and directly used the Earth Jutsu Technique to escape.

"This..."

The nightingale was stunned.

And the next mont, there was a loud "boom," and the mountain peak where the cave was located was split open, sunlight streaming down from above.

Then, a burly man with a thick beard descended from the sky, landing in the shattered cave.

"Where is he? I clearly sensed that beast’s presence just now; how co he’s gone now?!"

The burly man wielded an axe, scanning around, and eventually seed unable to find his target, so he disappointedly focused on the nightingale.

"Who are you?"

The burly man asked.

"Ow..."

The nightingale wanted to speak but made such a sound instead, and his cultivation was sealed by the Rune Lock Chain, so he couldn’t communicate even through divine sense.

"Ah, forget it, you look like a poor soul tricked by that conman. Since I’ve t you, I’ll help you!"

The burly man finished speaking, swung his axe to cut the chains binding the nightingale, and without another word, soared into the sky towards the distance.

From the sky far away ca the burly man’s shout.

"Beast, where are you running off to!"

And the nightingale, stood there dumbfounded, looking at the broken chains scattered on the ground, and then at his own hands.

His gaze was vacant, feeling sowhat unreal.

Just like that... he was free??