Rebirth starts with many children and good fortune

Cheng Feng didn't tell Wei Zhuang that he had kept a batch of black dragon meat for the Cheng family to nurture the women in the household.

Moreover, Cheng Feng himself had a batch in his spatial ring for emergencies.

Cheng Feng, who hadn't had the chance to deeply connect with his wives and concubines, silently kept this matter in mind.

The changes in the Hongmen disciples were already so significant.

Could the Cheng family be any less?

Especially Yu Niang, Eldest Sister, and Xu Miao, who were all women who could bring Cheng Feng three points of Fortune.

And Su Min, who could bring eight points of Fortune.

With such talent and the boost from the black dragon meat, they should be able to go even further!

All of this could be considered their accumulated potential finally blossoming.

Cheng Feng's horizons had broadened considerably.

He no longer thought of Bone Refinement martial artists as impressive.

Nor did he believe that Viscera Refinement martial artists were invincible.

Cheng Feng himself had many trump cards.

It was just that Eight Hundred, Cheng Yi, and the robot dogs were slowly failing to keep pace with Cheng Feng.

But it didn't matter; they still had the opportunity to upgrade.

It was just that special metals were hard to come by.

Once the Hongmen survived the upcoming war, Cheng Feng was confident, especially since he knew about cultivators, those lofty beings.

The mortal realm and the cultivation realm both required Cheng Feng to walk through them step by step.

After chatting with Wei Zhuang about the Hongmen's development and plans, Cheng Feng couldn't suppress his restlessness and headed towards the dungeon.

He coldly sneered, "If you dare to try and kill me, you must be prepared to be killed by me!"

The darkness was as black as ink, and every inch of the dungeon seemed to be occupied by a heavy gloom.

Huang Ping's curled-up body looked strangely eerie in the dim light.

The blood energy within his body surged like a little mouse, with a unique frequency, as if the flesh, muscles, and bones of his entire body were being manipulated.

His size shrunk to that of a child, while the flush on his face became increasingly intense, as if scorched by fire.

The man in black widened his eyes, staring intently at this scene, his heart filled with indescribable shock.

He watched Huang Ping silently, afraid of disturbing this incredible transformation.

"Lord, what is this...?" the man in black stammered, his voice filled with awe and bewilderment.

He knew that his envoy was extraordinary, but this scene was far beyond his imagination.

Everyone else was tied up, so how could he be so exceptional?

After realizing this, he was overjoyed, as there was now hope of escaping!

Huang Ping's childlike body stood firmly, but there was no innocence in those strange eyes.

The words he spoke carried an old-fashioned tone.

"It's just a simple rope. If not for the drug hindering my blood energy, would I have had to exert so much effort to use this secret technique?"

Huang Ping said coldly, his gaze sweeping over the man in black, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

The man in black's expression changed slightly upon hearing this. He knew his lord's methods well and understood the power of the drug.

But at this moment, looking at Huang Ping's calm appearance, a sense of despair surged in his heart.

"Lord, do you...do you really want to...?" the man in black's voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness.

Huang Ping sighed softly, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

"If you hadn't witnessed this scene, you might have been able to keep your life. But now, the Red Lotus Society will remember your sacrifice."

Having said that, Huang Ping no longer hesitated, and a small, tender but powerful hand suddenly struck towards the bound Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng only felt an irresistible force coming towards him.

He wanted to dodge, but his body was weak and his blood energy stagnated. He could only watch helplessly as the palm came closer and closer.

"It's over, my life is done for!" Liu Zheng cried out in his heart, his despair overflowing.

However, at this critical moment, a sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out.

With a "whoosh," a pebble flew at an alarming speed, accurately hitting Huang Ping's hand that was striking towards Liu Zheng.

The child Huang Ping only felt a sharp pain as the tender hand was struck by the pebble and deviated from its course, failing to land on Liu Zheng.

His brow furrowed as he stared intently at the source of the attack.

He saw Cheng Feng walking in from the entrance with a fierce expression.

Huang Ping regretted it in his heart: "I shouldn't have been so talkative just now; it would have been better to act directly."

With his small stature, this simple dungeon could not possibly trap him.

The only thing to be careful about was Cheng Feng, who had brought him here.

Cheng Feng watched this scene with interest, especially Huang Ping's childlike figure.

He secretly speculated in his heart: "Is this the secret technique Huang Ping mentioned?

It looks a bit like bone shrinking, but it seems to be different."

A confident smile appeared on Cheng Feng's lips.

Not many people could withstand the torture he could inflict completely.

The interrogation methods used by Wang Hu and the others were, in his view, just insignificant tricks.

"I've taken a liking to this technique!" Cheng Feng said bluntly, his eyes filled with calm.

Cheng Feng smiled coldly and took out a series of terrifying torture instruments from his spatial ring.

Deep in the darkness, Huang Ping and Liu Zheng could only watch as Cheng Feng took them out one by one, along with explanations.

"This is a nest of ants and a bowl of honey.

What you are about to experience is called ant torture.

While enjoying the honey, the ants will ruthlessly tear at the flesh of the victim,

causing the victim to struggle in despair and pain.

For example, starting with the feet??

Whips, fire tongs, chili oil – these are my effective assistants for forcing information and torturing people.

Only pain, in my eyes, is the best catalyst.

And this is the dreaded Ten Fingers Linked to the Heart Clamp.

Once the ten fingers are placed in the clamp, pulling hard on both sides,

the intense pain of the ten fingers linked to the heart is enough to make one feel every heartbeat, as if life is being taken away bit by bit.

This is precisely what I like.

And the Double Yang Opening Lock is an excellent torture instrument for locking your thigh bones.

Whether straight or bent, it can make the victim suffer unbearably.

Upon seeing this, Huang Ping's face instantly turned pale.

He was frightened by Cheng Feng's perverted introduction and a kind of morbid calmness.

He was even more certain that once he fell into his hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

A strong desire to survive surged in his heart, and he quickly turned around, wanting to escape this dangerous place.

However, how could Cheng Feng let him go so easily?

Cheng Feng flashed and blocked Huang Ping's path like a ghost, saying coldly, "Want to leave? Not so easy!"

Huang Ping's heart sank. He knew that today's battle would probably be unavoidable.

He took a deep breath, his gaze becoming firm and resolute.

Even if he had to use a desperate secret technique, even if it would damage him,

he must never become Cheng Feng's prisoner.

The horror of those torture instruments had already made Huang Ping and Liu Zheng weak, and they dared not have any other thoughts.

"Cheng Feng, don't even think about it!" Huang Ping roared, his figure suddenly accelerating as he pounced towards Cheng Feng.

He knew that he was no match for Cheng Feng, but now there was no turning back. Only by fighting to the death could there be a glimmer of hope.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Feng smirked.

He was not worried about Huang Ping's resistance. He lightly sidestepped,

dodging Huang Ping's attack, and then backhanded a punch,

heavily striking Huang Ping in the abdomen.

Huang Ping only felt a huge force coming, and his whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string.

He fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, his face even paler.

But he didn't give up. Enduring the pain, he climbed up again, preparing for a final counterattack.