"Father!"
Ye Bufan cried out in extreme agony.
His eyes were bloodshot, and tears streamed uncontrollably.
He completely collapsed; everything before his eyes almost suffocated him, and the last shred of reason and resilience in his heart was consumed by pain, as if he were in Hell.
At this moment, he regretted it.
Why did he have to be so quick-tongued and utter those harsh words?
What was the point?
In the Face of absolute power, his pride and dignity were worthless; the opponent could easily destroy everything he had with a mere lift of a hand.
Why was this happening?
It was simply, as they say, dying for Face and suffering alive.
Ye Bufan finally recognized himself.
If not for his self-esteem, insisting on regaining some Face in front of Jiang Ye, perhaps things would not have escalated to this point.
But now.
Even his own birth mother had been dragged into it.
"You surname Jiang, do it! I'll be waiting for you in Hell!"
Ye Bufan unleashed his monstrous hatred without reservation. He had already seen that with Jiang Ye's coldness and ruthlessness, he would never let his family go.
With a heart like dead ashes, he had no more qualms.
He wanted to get up, but found that all his bones had been shattered by Jiang Ye, leaving only a crippled Physical Body, like a candle in the wind or a lamp in the rain.
Crack!
Under successive breakdowns, Ye Bufan's Dao Heart completely shattered, and his cultivation Realm plummeted rapidly.
From Purple Mansion second layer... he directly fell to Qi and Blood eighth layer!
"Ding! The Protagonist of Destiny, Ye Bufan's Dao Heart has completely collapsed, his Realm has fallen, he knows that he and his parents have no chance of survival, his heart is like dead ashes, and his Luck value has decreased by 150 points!"
"Congratulations, Master, Villain Value +150!"
Jiang Ye's expression was indifferent as he directly transmitted a message to Jiang Yi.
The next moment, a surging power came from the Void Realm.
Instantly.
Ye's father and Li Kaobei were instantly torn apart by this power, their Physical Bodies exploding into a cloud of blood mist, leaving only puddles of blood on the ground.
Liu Mei was lifted into the air by this power, twitching for a moment.
After Jiang Yi Soul Searched her, he also directly eliminated her.
And Jiang Ye, holding the baseball bat, quietly waited for the System's broadcast.
Strangely, a whole stick of incense worth of time passed, but Ye Bufan showed no reaction, as if he had already accepted his fate, sinking into deep despair.
"There are still 110 points left? Should I just kill him directly?"
Jiang Ye murmured softly, paused for a moment, then stepped forward, conjuring a brilliant Divine object.
The soul refining pot.
The soul refining pot had a peculiar shape, made entirely of white jade, crystal clear. Mysterious patterns were carved all over its body, faintly emanating Soul fluctuations, carrying a strong, intimidating aura.
This was a supreme treasure specifically used to collect Souls and nourish one's own Divine Soul.
"Ye Bufan, look at this. This is a good treasure I specially prepared for you!"
A cold smile played on Jiang Ye's lips as he manipulated the soul refining pot.
The mouth of the pot opened slightly, like a black hole, devouring the surrounding aura and emitting a chilling, devouring power.
Ye Bufan's ashen eyes trembled slightly: "What do you mean?"
Jiang Ye smiled, his indifferent voice like that of a devil, slowly explaining:
"It's nothing special. I don't plan to kill you yet."
"This is the soul refining pot, which can hold the Divine Souls of living beings. Since you insulted my Jiang Clan today, I will make sure you don't die a good death... Your Divine Soul consciousness will be trapped in this pot forever, enduring the tearing and torment of billions of deceased Souls..."
"You will experience all the pain you can imagine, and all the pain you cannot imagine. Endless torment will accompany you, trapped in Purgatory forever, lost in the endless Void Realm..."
"In addition, I have also set up some 'special scenarios' for you to enjoy."
"Imagine being drowned, burned alive, buried alive, devoured by ten thousand snakes, slow slicing, having your limbs cut off, plus castration, and then eating 'Oli Ge' every day... then resurrecting! Starting over! Endless loop!"
"You will be forever confined within, suffering endless torment..."
"Billions and billions of years await you!"
"Even if I die one day, you will not die, until the end of time!"
Listening to Jiang Ye's cold and emotionless narration, Ye Bufan's Face instantly turned ashen, like a sheet of paper. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, as if he had suffered a colossal blow.
At this moment.
All his pride and self-esteem crumbled, and he no longer dared to be stubborn.
He was like a deflated ball.
He trembled and prostrated himself on the ground, his voice so broken it was almost indistinguishable, as he whispered and begged: "Divine... Divine Child Your Highness, I was wrong. I am nothing, I am just a dog who spoke impolitely to you!"
"It's my fault, I'm just a fart!"
"Please spare me, give me a quick death!"
"Please..."
"Ding! The Protagonist of Destiny, Ye Bufan, is extremely terrified, kneels and begs for mercy, completely surrendering. His Luck value has decreased by 110 points! Luck value cleared!"
"Congratulations, Master, Villain Value +110!"
Jiang Ye finally smiled with satisfaction. Jiang Yangzhou, Hong Yan, and Qing Xuan, who were beside him, couldn't help but feel a shock in their hearts, cold sweat breaking out.
However, their hearts were also filled with doubt.
Was such an incredibly cruel method of Soul torment real?
The answer, of course, was no.
At least, the soul refining pot couldn't do it.
It was purely something Jiang Ye fabricated to scare Ye Bufan, this bumpkin.
The soul refining pot could indeed absorb the Divine Souls of others to nourish one's Divine Soul power, but once absorbed, they would quickly be refined. There was also a limit to how many Divine Souls it could hold at once. Generally, after refining, they were used to replenish Jiang Ye's Divine Soul, and then powerful Cultivators who were prisoners from the Jiang Clan's enforcement dungeon would be selected, absorbed, and refined again.
That was the usual process.
Normally, even if everyone in the entire Barren Mountain Realm were refined, they would not contribute as much as a single Saint Realm Cultivator.
Jiang Ye walked in front of Ye Bufan, a wicked smile playing on his lips, his gaze sharp as he stared at him.
"Hehe... What? Weren't you very arrogant before?"
"I still prefer your unyielding and defiant look."
"Then, I'll just casually crush you!"
With each word, Ye Bufan had already broken down. He couldn't care about anything else, only begging for mercy repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, yes! I am an ant, and you are a true Dragon Son of Heaven, you can crush me as you please..."
"Divine Child Your Highness, please spare me..."
Jiang Ye slowly stood up, his expression indifferent, as if he had lost interest in Ye Bufan's pleas.
He leisurely swayed in front of Ye Bufan, waving the baseball bat in his hand.
"Let me tell you a story, but..."
"This time, you'd better pray that I keep telling it."
Ye Bufan nodded in terror, not daring to make another sound.
At this moment, it seemed that as long as Jiang Ye didn't put him into the soul refining pot, he would do anything!
Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes, his expression suddenly becoming serious. He looked up slightly towards the distant sky and began to speak slowly:
"This is a very clichéd and sad story..."
"Once upon a time, there was a person..."
"Named Ping Fan."
"Ping Fan was born into a wealthy family, spending his days in revelry, listening to music in pleasure houses, and his favorite thing was to gallop across endless grasslands..."
"Until, he met a girl..."
"Over time, Ping Fan fell in love with her..."
"But this girl was terminally ill. Ping Fan exhausted all his family's resources to help her, but it was still just a drop in the bucket. Although his parents tried to dissuade him, they had always spoiled their son without limits, fulfilling and indulging his every whim..."
"However, the girl was never grateful, instead, she only took and took..."
"Later, she met a man whose family was even more prominent than Ping Fan's, with handsome looks and outstanding talent, named E Tu..."
"The girl fell in love with E Tu..."
"But Ping Fan was unwilling, unwilling to let go..."
"Ping Fan couldn't let go of his obsession and love for the girl, so he began to madly provoke E Tu, frequently going to find the girl, foolishly trying to win a little favor in front of her..."
"But he never considered what was wrong with his actions..."
At this point, Jiang Ye suddenly laughed, his eyes full of mockery and sarcasm.
"I really hope you listen to the next part, because it's the important part."
After speaking, he also shook the baseball bat in his hand, smiling very kindly, yet it made Ye Bufan feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.