Beating the Bastards, It’s Simply Too Satisfying!

The night grew deeper.

Jun Ao sat cross-legged in his room, his consciousness sinking into his sea of qi.

It was empty.

There was no true qi, no dantian, only a black banner that had hung for twenty years without moving a single hair.

It was like a well, swallowing up every single possibility.

‘Sigh.’

Jun Ao opened his eyes and let out a sigh.

Suddenly, footsteps rang out outside the door, and A’San’s voice came through the wooden panel.

“Heir! Good news!”

“Come in.”

The door was pushed open, and A’San came in panting for breath.

“Over at Lord Chen Wenyuan’s side, they caught three bastard spies!”

“They interrogated them—ten days from now, someone is coming to assassinate you!”

Jun Ao’s gaze focused.

“What kind of person?”

“A fellow named Yamazaki, a martial expert of the Eighth Realm!”

“He also has more than a dozen ghost warriors under him!”

Jun Ao’s heart sank.

The Eighth Realm.

Aside from the Jinghong Guards, no one in the entire prince’s mansion could block him.

Fortunately, the Jinghong Guards had not been taken away by his wife.

He suddenly remembered something.

“Where are those three bastards?”

“They’re locked up!”

“Lord Chen locked them up right after the interrogation, saying they are waiting for your disposal.”

Jun Ao remained silent for a moment.

“A’San.”

“Present.”

“Go and bring those three bastards to me.”

A’San was taken aback.

“Now?”

“Now.”

A’San took the order and left.

Before long.

A’San returned, followed by three men tied up like stuffed dumplings.

They were short, thin, and dressed in coarse cloth clothes.

Their mouths were sealed with strips, and their acupoints were blocked, leaving them unable to do anything but stare with wide eyes like three fish thrown onto the shore.

“Heir, the people have been brought.”

A’San gave them a push onto the floor.

“Their acupoints are sealed dead-tight, they can’t move and they can’t shout.”

Jun Ao walked over, lowering his head to look at these three people.

That gaze—a fierce cruelty hidden beneath their dodging glances, exactly like the invaders from his past life memories.

The fire in his heart flared up with a thud.

He squatted down, staring at the one in the middle.

That man also glared back at him, his gaze exceptionally fierce.

Without a second word, Jun Ao raised his hand and delivered a slap.

“Slap!”

It was crisp and loud.

The man’s face twisted to one side, his eyes filled entirely with disbelief.

You f*cking do it without even giving a greeting?

Jun Ao delivered another slap.

“Slap!”

The man’s face twisted to the other side as well.

The two bastards beside him watched blankly, and before they could even react, Jun Ao’s fist had already smashed down.

“Bang!”

A punch smashed directly onto the bridge of his nose.

Blood sprayed out right on the spot.

“Bang!”

Another punch smashed into his eye socket.

The man’s eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted away.

A’San stood beside him, completely dazed by the sight.

His house’s heir was usually a bit cold, but he had never been this… violent.

How was this beating a person? This was beating a punching bag.

The more Jun Ao fought, the more energized he became, his fists falling down like torrential rain.

That bastard was tied up and his acupoints were sealed, so he could neither move nor dodge, leaving him to take it all directly.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The sound of fists smashing into flesh echoed exceptionally loudly inside the room.

A’San could not help but mutter in a low voice.

‘The heir’s posture… anyone who didn’t know better would think this bastard stole his woman…’

Jun Ao’s movements paused, and he cast a glance back at A’San.

A’San immediately shut his mouth.

Jun Ao continued the beating.

After punching another dozen times, he finally grew tired.

He stood up, shook his hands, and breathed heavily.

The bastard on the floor was already beaten out of shape.

His face was black and blue, covered in blood, his eyes swollen down to a single slit, whimpering and crying out from his mouth, though no one could tell if he wanted to curse or beg for mercy.

The other two bastards shrank against the floor, their entire bodies shaking, looking at Jun Ao with a gaze like they were looking at the King of Hell.

“A’San,” Jun Ao said.

“Present.”

“Lock them in the woodshed.”

A’San blinked.

“Lock them in the woodshed?”

“The woodshed.”

Jun Ao rubbed his knuckles.

“Lock them tightly, do not let them run away.”

“…Yes.”

A’San dragged the people away.

Jun Ao looked down at his own hands.

his joints were a bit red and a bit sore.

But that fire in his heart had subsided a little.

Just a little.

The next morning.

Before the sky was even fully bright, Jun Ao got out of bed.

He washed his face and walked straight toward the woodshed.

A’San was currently leaning against the woodshed door dozing off, and hearing the footsteps, he jolted awake.

“Heir? Why are you up so early…”

“Open the door.”

A’San opened the door.

Inside the woodshed, the three bastards were curled up into a corner.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, they raised their heads at the same time.

Seeing that it was Jun Ao, the faces of all three uniform changed color.

That expression—as if they had seen a ghost.

Jun Ao walked inside, arriving right in front of the one he had beaten the hardest last night.

That bastard shrank backward, whimpering from his mouth.

Jun Ao squatted down.

“Morning.”

The bastard was taken aback.

Jun Ao raised his hand and delivered a slap.

“Slap!”

It was crisp and loud.

The bastard’s tears were almost coming out—first thing in the morning, you f*cking came just to give me a slap?

The two bastards beside him kept their heads lowered, their entire bodies trembling, wishing they could shrink themselves into the cracks of the wall.

Jun Ao loosened up his muscles and bones, and then he began to beat the bastards.

An hour later, he grew tired of the beating and clapped his hands.

“A’San, send them something to eat.”

A’San was dumbfounded.

“Ah? Still giving them food?”

“Mm, don’t let them starve to death,” Jun Ao said.

“If they starve to death, there will be no one left to beat.”

After saying that, he turned and walked away.

A’San looked at his retreating back, and then looked at the three unlovable bastards in the corner, unable to stop his mouth from twitching.

In the middle of the third night.

The door was pushed open with a loud bang.

The three bastards woke up with a jolt from their dreams.

Jun Ao came in carrying a lantern, placing the lantern on the floor.

Then he stretched his back and loosened his muscles and bones.

Next, it was beating the bastards!

He beat them for another hour before leaving!

At noon on the fourth day, the bastards were currently eating.

Jun Ao arrived, and after giving them a beating, he departed!

The fifth day.

The sixth day.

The seventh day.

The eighth day.

Every single day, Jun Ao came.

Only during these few days, he used weapons.

Sometimes it was a wooden stick, sometimes it was a brick, and sometimes it was a leather whip!

From their initial anger and fear, the three bastards had turned into their current numbness and resignation to their fate.

Every day when Jun Ao arrived, they would consciously shrink themselves into a ball, waiting to be beaten.

The ninth day.

Jun Ao came again.

This time, an extra dagger appeared in his hand.

He squatted down in front of the first bastard, gesturing back and forth with the blade.

“Say, if I were to slice your nose off, what would happen?”

The bastard’s pupils sharply constricted, his entire body shaking like a sieve.

Jun Ao watched him for a while, then suddenly smiled.

“Being this cowardly doesn’t look like a bastard at all!”

“You guys have the bushido spirit, right?”

As he spoke, he held down the bastard’s head with the dagger, about to slice his nose!

Right at this moment—

The bastard’s body tilted to one side, and he tumbled down.

Jun Ao was briefly stunned, squatting down to give him a push.

“Hey?”

There was no reaction.

A’San leaned over.

“Heir, what’s wrong?”

Jun Ao remained silent for a while.

“He seems to be dead.”

A’San’s eyes went wide.

“How did he die?”

Jun Ao thought about it.

“Scared to death?”

A’San looked at the corpse on the floor, momentarily not knowing what to say.

Right at this moment—

Jun Ao suddenly froze.

Inside his sea of qi, that black banner that had not moved for twenty years gave a sudden jolt.

Then he saw—

A strand of black gas drifted out from the corpse, extremely faint, like smoke, carrying a trace of chilling coldness as it plunged straight between his eyebrows.

Inside his sea of qi, the black banner moved without any wind, swallowing that strand of black gas in one gulp.

Right after that—

Inside his sea of qi, a strand of true qi was born.

It was very weak, like a remnant candle in the wind.

But it truly existed.

Jun Ao was completely rooted to the spot.

Twenty years.

The path of cultivation that had seen no movement for twenty years—

At this very moment, a crack had been forced open by a bastard who was scared to death.

He lowered his head, looking at his own hands.

Then he looked at the corpse on the floor.

And then he looked at the other two bastards who were trembling in the corner.

“A’San, did you see a strand of black gas just now?” Jun Ao asked.

A’San blinked.

“Black gas? What black gas?”

Jun Ao knitted his brows.

Could he have seen it wrong?

But that strand of true qi inside his sea of qi…

How about? Kill another bastard to test it?

No sooner said than done!

Jun Ao looked at the dagger in his hand, and then he stabbed it out!

It plunged straight into the heart of the other bastard!

The bastard’s eyes went wide, and then he drew his last breath…

Jun Ao pointed at the black gas drifting from the bastard’s corpse and asked A’San.

“You really can’t see it?”

A’San thought Jun Ao was seeing something dirty.

His face turned pale.

“Heir, I am cowardly, do not scare me!”

Jun Ao understood!

This black gas was something only he himself could see!

He killed the very last bastard.

Jun Ao stood up, and the true qi inside his body’s sea of qi increased by another sliver!

“A’San, dispose of them, also, have A’Qing and A’Shui come to my room!”