I Just Wanted To Live but I Somehow Became Better Than the Protagonist

Jin Honglian learned that the Han family in the northern district was an infiltrator, and her first reaction was to capture them all.

Ye Yong advised her to stay calm, indicating that alarming the snake in the grass was a major taboo. He hoped she could use the pretext of discussing city defense arrangements to summon the third head of the Han family, Han Jiacan, to a designated location.

Jin Honglian thought for a moment; perhaps this method would be better for Ye Yong. After all, it concerned the safety of his kin, so she decided to follow his instructions.

Han Jiacan received the notification without a hint of doubt, even thinking it was a perfect opportunity to obtain the latest news on the city’s defenses. He hurried to the destination—one of the many conference rooms in the lord’s mansion.

Ye Yong did not take action himself but instead had Ye Qingwu summon a few subordinates to discuss the matter of interrogation.

“Don’t kill him. Every so often, ask him, ‘Are you going to talk or not?’ Remember, as long as he wants to answer, you continue to hit him immediately. Don’t give him a chance to speak. Then keep asking. I won’t call for a stop, so just keep cycling through.”

The few beast subordinates that Ye Qingwu brought were at the level of Beast Kings, already quite intelligent. Upon hearing Ye Yong’s request, they scratched their heads, exchanging bewildered glances, utterly confused.

Letting someone speak but not allowing them to talk—what kind of operation is this?

“Just do as he says,” Ye Qingwu also found it a bit perplexing, but she knew Ye Yong must have his reasons. With a single command, the Beast Kings rushed into the room, seizing the still-dazed Han Jiacan and immediately launching into a brutal beating.

Soon, the room echoed with the Beast Kings’ relentless “Are you going to talk or not?” and Han Jiacan’s pitiful wails of being unable to respond.

They beat him for over half an hour; Han Jiacan’s body felt like it was falling apart, his face swollen like a pig’s head, while the Beast Kings’ fists ached from the effort. After all, Han Jiacan was only at the Nascent Soul stage, and the difference in their realms was significant. The Beast Kings couldn’t use their full cultivation, and while they rubbed their sore fists, a nearly broken Han Jiacan finally squeezed out through gritted teeth, “I’ll talk, I’ll say anything.”

For the first time, one of the Beast Kings realized how exhausting it was to beat someone. Impatiently, he replied, “Then hurry up and say it.”

“Why don’t you ask, my lords…”

The Beast Kings paused, as if realizing this was indeed the case; Ye Yong had only instructed them to hit, not to ask.

However, they still decided to continue beating Han Jiachan. Since Ye Yong didn’t call for a stop, they kept at it for a while, finally receiving a message from Ye Yong.

“Damn, I’m exhausted. I didn’t train my body for this; if we keep going, my hands are going to be raw.”

“This isn’t about us beating someone; it’s like they’re torturing us.”

Leaning against the wall in a pitiful state, Han Jiachan listened to the conversation of the demon kings, crying uncontrollably, while also feeling quite confused about how he had offended the young master of the demon clan.

Before long, the door was pushed open. Through his swollen eyelids, Han Jiachan saw a young man in white enter. He naturally recognized him—the legendary Speaker of the Sacred Words.

“So, what is your purpose in capturing my kin?” Ye Yong got straight to the point, knowing that Han Jiachan’s mental state was on the verge of collapse.

If he had come in and immediately started questioning him, then tortured him, Han Jiachan likely wouldn’t say anything. But if he didn’t ask anything and just beat him up first, it would create a sense of pent-up frustration, especially since he didn’t know the reason for being beaten for so long, which would leave one feeling unable to vent.

“The adults are worried that the Speaker will affect the battle situation, so they want us to find a way to take your kin out of the city.” Han Jiachan had lost quite a few teeth, and his mouth was leaking air. He didn’t try to argue; being brought here already indicated that his identity was exposed. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to trace it back to him, and after being beaten for so long, he truly felt quite stifled.

“And how will the ‘adults’ treat her?”

“They should treat her well; after all, the Speaker hasn’t appeared in a long time, so they naturally want to avoid any mishaps.”

They capture my mother and still want to avoid any mishaps with me? How ridiculous!

Ye Yong was speechless, clearly aware of the confidence and arrogance of those so-called powerful figures, simply viewing him as a lowly Speaker, thinking that a few spirit stones and cultivation resources would be enough to placate him.

However, after he had ‘secluded himself’ for a month, not showing his face at all, the forces outside the city were unable to approach him. Lin Wei’s sudden appearance gave them the opportunity they had been waiting for.

“Which city is the ‘master’ you speak of?”

“Before you answer my question, I ask that the esteemed speaker promise to spare my family; the women and children are innocent.”

“You dare to negotiate with me?”

“I wouldn’t presume to, this is a plea.”

“Then it depends on whether your answer can satisfy me.”

Han Jiacan revealed some information he knew, but he deliberately only mentioned the forces outside the city, not exposing the other undercover families within. He believed that Shilin City would definitely not be able to hold its ground; if he offended the people outside, even if Ye Yong spared his family, they would certainly not have a good life.

Ye Yong did not regard any undercover agents with any seriousness. In the face of Dan Yu’s absolute power, all schemes would appear pale and powerless. He only needed to know which cities and which demon clans were involved in capturing Lin Wei, and then he would let Dan Yu ‘take care’ of them.

However, the Han family was clearly just a small pawn inserted to stir trouble. Han Jiacan didn’t know much and only revealed one name.

The lord of Yanhu City, Hu Bu.

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A thousand kilometers away from Shilin City, there was a secret newly established temporary camp.

Some strong figures from Flame Tiger City were stationed here.

As the city lord, Tiger Step naturally couldn’t arrive so quickly, but he sent two of his sons to gain experience and learn.

One was named Tiger Tuo, and the other Tiger Lao.

“Thunder from the heavens?” “The Demon King was instantly killed?”

Upon hearing the news relayed by their subordinates, they couldn’t help but scoff.

The Holy Speaker merely speaks holy words; bringing blessings to the surroundings is impressive enough. How could he summon heavenly thunder? Why not say he’s the private child of the Heavenly Dao? Not to mention, the one captured was his relative, not him personally—where would the heavenly thunder come from? It must have been some powerful artifact used in secret.

“Lord Tiger Tuo, Lord Tiger Lao, the Holy Speaker’s relative has arrived.” A messenger entered the lavish tent, reporting to the two tiger men who were drinking.

“Oh? They’ve arrived? Bring them in. I want to see what abilities the Holy Speaker’s relative possesses that made those escorting them so terrified.”

“Big brother is right.”

“Indeed.” The messenger himself didn’t believe it either. He went outside the camp and ordered those who had escorted Lin Wei to leave quickly.

Once bitten by a snake, one is afraid of a rope for ten years. Some fears can only be understood through experience; the escorts, feeling a weight lifted, fled as if escaping.

“Tch, and they still think they can achieve great things.” The messenger called over a few tiger soldiers and had them bring the carriage into the camp.

Inside the car, Lin Wei looked out the window, realizing she must have arrived at her destination. Most of the soldiers in the camp were of the Tiger Clan; either the rulers were from the Tiger Clan, or they despised them, using the Tiger Clan as the vanguard to face death. However, seeing the arrogant and domineering expressions on the Tiger soldiers, it was clear they belonged to the former.

“People inside, come down! Don’t make me take action!” a Tiger soldier shouted at the carriage. Suddenly, a terrifying bolt of lightning struck from the clear sky, and the soldier’s figure vanished without a trace.

The once noisy camp fell into an immediate silence.