be left alive, or else they'll cause more trouble."Nalan Yuxia said, "Just say it, what do you want us to do""Leave the breaking of the formation to me. For now, just do as instructed.""Ye Bufan said,...Seeing this scene, everyone was taken aback. They didn't expect that the seemingly gentle and weak young man would have such a powerful cultivation level.

After being shocked, Zhang Hongwu roared: "Boy, what are you trying to do Do you dare defy the law Aren't you afraid of being exterminated"

Ye Bufan smiled faintly: "If you can help me find the Nine Clans, I will thank your eight generations of ancestors."

His biggest worry right now is how to get back to Earth, the ridiculous thing is he's even threatening his own family.

"Get him! Kill him on the spot if he resists!"

Zhang Hongwu let out a loud shout, and the several constables behind him immediately pounced forward, baring their teeth and claws.

These people only rely on the might of the Celestial Patrol to bully ordinary folks in their daily lives. When it comes to actual skill, they are woefully inadequate. They were all sent sprawling to the ground within a few moves.

Zhang Hongwu, being a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator himself, was about to make a move when he suddenly felt a numbness in his chest and his acupoints were sealed.

"You... boy, you dare to touch me Do you know the consequences I am a head catcher from the Heavenly Patrol!"

At this point, he could only hope to scare the other party.

"Consequences You'll find out soon enough."

Ye Bufan gave him a playful smile and then his gaze fell on the pile of torture instruments beside him.

"Come here, you guys. Didn't you pick the crowbar Try it on him first."

He turned his head to look at the guards beside him, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he directly used the Soul Devouring Technique.

Although his spiritual energy has yet to recover even one-tenth of its former strength, he is more than capable of handling these ordinary constables.

"Kid, don't get any ideas. My men would never listen to you. Be reasonable and let me go, or you'll regret it..."

Zhang Hongwu was threatening Ye Bufan with all his might, but suddenly saw that several of his men were walking towards him, each holding a baton they had just prepared.

"What are you doing Are you mad I am your captain, your superior..."

No matter how he screamed, the guards completely ignored him. One of them even kicked him to the ground and then clamped handcuffs on all his fingers.

Ye Bufan directly pulled a chair and sat down beside him, then watched everything with great interest. When those constables were ready, he waved his hand: "Begin the torture!"

"You...ah!"

Zhang Hongwu's face was filled with panic, but before he could even finish shouting, his index finger felt a tearing, agonizing pain.

"Help, come quickly, come quickly!"

This guy started screaming like a pig being slaughtered, yelling for help loudly, hoping someone outside would come to his rescue.

But he had overestimated things. The moment he entered, he had already made arrangements, instructing the others in the Heavenly Patrol to stay away from this location no matter what happened, so that he could carry out his punishment freely.

That's precisely why, even if he screamed his lungs out, no one would listen, he was completely putting himself in a cage.

Two guards outside the execution room sat there drinking, shaking their heads as they heard the faint screams coming from inside.

"That kid is so unlucky, he provoked the wrong person by getting on Zhang the head constable's bad side. He must be living worse than death right now…"

"It's not like that at all, you hear how miserable it sounds, his voice is even changed..."

"Brother, something doesn't sound right to me. This voice sounds like Captain Zhang's..."

"How is that possible Do you still think Zhang the Head Constable could be the one being tortured Are you insane It must be that boy, he's too pampered and can't handle it, so his voice changed…"

"You're right, how could it be Zhang the Head Constable, come, let's have a drink..."

Inside the torture chamber, Zhang Hongwu was close to insanity. He had inflicted countless tortures on others, but he never imagined that he would one day experience this himself. It was worse than death.

He used to take pleasure in torturing others, but now that he was being tortured himself, he couldn't find any pleasure in it. He was in so much pain that his face was contorted and tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Alright, you guys be careful."

Hearing Ye Bufan scolding those constables, Zhang Hongwu felt a surge of relief in his heart. However, what came next almost drove him to despair.

"So many torture devices haven't been used yet, we can't kill him all at once!"

Then, at Ye Bufan's call, the officers removed the shackles and replaced them with red-hot branding irons.

Looking at the red-hot iron, Zhang Hongwu was terrified out of his wits. He wanted to plead for mercy, he wanted to confess, but tragically, he found that he had nothing to confess. After all, they weren't interrogating him.

"Brother, elder, ancestor, I beg you, please let me go! I won't bother you again..."

He begged for mercy, all traces of his former arrogance gone.

"No, no! This is just the beginning. You've used all these torture devices on others, haven't you It's only fair that you experience them yourself!"

Ye Bufan had a smile on his face, but he didn't have the slightest sympathy for this kind of person. Kindness to the wicked is cruelty to oneself.

At that moment, a crackling sound rang out, and a constable brandished his hot iron and pressed it down hard onto Zhang Hongwu's chest.

"Ah!"

This guy let out another pig-slaughtering scream, then passed out. But he was quickly brought back to consciousness by a constable splashing him with cold water.

"Please, kill me. Just kill me quickly..."

Zhang Hongwu never imagined he would have such a day.

The city lord's mansion, Zhai siblings arrived at Zhai Tianfang's bedroom early.

"Father, how are you feeling"

"I'm much better now, just my cultivation hasn't fully recovered yet."

After several doses of medication, today's Zhai Tianfang is a completely different person compared to yesterday. His complexion is rosy and his spirits are vigorous. Aside from his cultivation, he is indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

Zhai Gang said, "Father, that's really great. Let's invite Doctor Ye over in a moment. I believe he can cure you completely very soon."

Zhai Tianfang nodded: "I really didn't expect that Dr. Ye, at such a young age, would have such amazing medical skills."

Zhi Lingxiu said, "The key is to see people accurately. She immediately saw that Liu Meiniang was a fox spirit."

For so many years she had a strained relationship with her stepmother, and now that she had finally driven the other woman away, she naturally felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

"Alas!" Zhai Tianfang sighed, but did not continue the topic. Looking at his brother and sister, he said, "You guys go invite Dr. Ye over."

Zhi Lingxiu frankly said: "No need, we already agreed yesterday that Doctor Ye would come by himself."

"You little brat, you're so unreasonable! Do you know what a divine physician represents"

Zhai Tianfang glared at his daughter and said, "To meet such a divine doctor is a great opportunity. Our City Lord's Mansion absolutely cannot be disrespectful."

Zhi Lingxiu stuck out her tongue: "Brother, you stay with Father, I'll go get Doctor Ye."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left the room.

The Tai Ping Medical Hall, the Su family, father and daughter, were in a state of panic, like ants on a hot griddle.

They had lived in Tianlang City for many years and naturally knew what the Patrol Heaven Division was, and even more so, they were clear about Zhang Hongwu's character.

In the eyes of the two people, Ye Bufan was taken away with a high probability of misfortune.

They wanted to help, but as an ordinary doctor they were utterly helpless.

Just then, a flurry of footsteps sounded at the door, and Zhai Lingxiu strode in with a squad of soldiers.expressions drastically.For a cultivator, losing one's cultivation base is even more agonizing than death.And since the opponent had completely lost their ability to fight back, Ye Bufan had already c...