Dual Cultivation God Returns

Chapter 242 The Path of Extreme

As Wu Long went through the garden and arrived at the door Butler Bang opened it before him and Old Yen who was inside watching over the Imperial Prince stood at attention.

"Did you feed him the fasting pills I gave you?"

"Yes, I did as instructed"

Wu Long asked Old Yen and the latter nodded to which Wu Long smiled with satisfaction. Talismans flew out of his hands to place themselves around the chair Nie Changsheng was sitting on. They formed a pattern on the floor and another one on the ceiling, as the prince's eyes widened with fear. He understood that his hour of retribution finally began.

Wu Long deliberately left him for long swaths of time, the sheer dread of this moment coming gave him gray hair. The agony he left him in was nothing in front of the fear he felt as time went on and on without knowing when Wu Long would walk in through that door.

He was also terrified of the pills he was fed without being told what they were or what was their purpose.

Wu Long looked at the young man in front of him who was covered in dried-up blood that was cracked and peeling off of him like a second skin, as well as had gray hair all over. The terrified eyes with dark bags under them made his face look extremely miserable, but there was no pity in Wu Long's gaze.

"You know, I wanted to give you some more time to ponder on your mistakes, but I can see that any longer would break you, and that would not be very good, right?"

Wu Long then smiled as the door closed behind Old Yen who left the room to stand outside with Butler Bang. More talismans flew out to then be placed on the various parts of the room, sealing the sounds and perception, as Wu Long took out a single needle from Nie Changsheng.

"Nghf.. kuha, kuha.. phu kha...aahAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

The prince then felt like his speech ability returned as he involuntarily coughed, the result of being involuntarily fed pills before and his piercing scream resounded in the room.

"Let me undo that technique for you"

Wu Long said with a friendly smile and his hands were covered with Spiritual Qi as he pushed some spots and then placed his palm on the prince's shoulder. He then fed him a medicine pill and made him swallow by pressing a few times on his chest with his fingers covered in Spiritual Qi. The loop of tearing and recovering that he made with Jade Palms of Agony was broken and the Spiritual Qi of the prince flowed in the correct path now, though there was still residual pain.

"Ungh... p....please ... s-spare ungh... spare me!"

He pleaded while tears streamed down his face as he finally could cry.

"Yes, you see, the problem with that is, that I don't want to"

Wu Long went on to a table not far away while continuing to talk in a friendly manner.

"Pl..pleeeeease! Uuungh-argh! please spare me..."

Nie Changsheng's plea did not stop as his face contorted from the residual pain. Wu Long placed a leather roll, similar to the one cooks held their knives in when they traveled, on the table. As he untied it and pushed it to the side the roll unfolded to reveal hundreds of long steel needles to the terrified eyes of the former prince. The needles were not thin like the ones used in acupuncture, but big with a long and slightly flat shaft, the width of a third of a centimeter, that narrowed down to a sharp point only on one end. There was a miniature inscription on every single needle's thicker part.

"N-no! No, please! Stop! Aaaargh!! You fucker! I will tear you into pieces, you will not get away with this!!"

As he pleaded Nie Changsheng saw no results so he started cursing Wu Long instead.

"Once my family..."

"Your aunt seemed okay with me being the one to decide your fate though? Or do you have family that is more influential than her?"

"... Curse you! Curse you to all ancestors!"

"Heh, if you are speaking about the Wu Family... I think you were there... and if you are speaking of the ones actually related to me, sorry, I am not sure about my origins either"

Wu Long chuckled as Nie Changsheng gnashed his teeth in frustration.

"I once created a technique, called Seven Paths of Pleasure. It was a big success, you know? Ma~ny people asked me to teach them, but what they did not know, was that in the process of creating it I made another one. I call it the Path of Extreme"

Wu Long continued to talk despite the antics of the prince as he inspected the needles, some of which he already used before, though at that time they did not have the inscriptions, so he adjusted them with Spiritual Qi running along his fingers to sharpen the point or straighten them.

"You see, just like poison and medicine are two sides of the same coin, pleasure and pain are like that too. So to learn about pleasure I had to similarly learn about pain. I did not inflict it on partners, of course, but I had to intricately study it to be familiar. The path of Extreme is something not many people have experienced, but then again I would not consider it an honor if I were you"

"W... what are you doing?! No! No wai-! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarhg!!!!!"

Wu Long finished inspecting the needles and put the last one he inspected down as he took one corner of the leather roll and slightly raised it as he turned to face the prince who already noticed his intention, he then flung the roll and all the needles went flying toward the prince as he wailed and screamed in fear and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again after not feeling the needles piercing him he saw them floating in the air as a film of Spiritual Qi was enveloping them connected to the pattern of talismans below. The inscription patterns and symbols on the needles glowed as they resonated with the talismans.

The needles then circled around forming patterns in the air as they assumed positions all around him while Wu Long made hand seals.

"Wai-...!"

Nie Changsheng screamed out in horror but he was too late as Wu Long made a different series of hand seals and the needles converged on the young man, piercing exact spots to the exact length, each one with calculated precision.

"....!!!"

The Imperial Prince's eyes flew wide open and instantly became bloodshot from strain but he was unable to make an audible scream, as a low-tone high-pitch noise escaped his mouth that started frothing. Tiny drops of blood started to accumulate around and under the spots pierced by the needles throughout his body.

Wu Long silently looked into his eyes, wondering what it was that unnerved him about this man's appearance before him again. He could not get rid of a strange feeling ever since he saw him in his memories and calmed down enough to think.

He then shook his head as he concentrated on the next part.

"This is the first gate of the Path of Extreme, and now, you will experience the second"

Wu Long slowly said, accentuating every word as Soul Power was woven into the sound of his voice, making sure that Nie Changsheng understood him even in the agony he was experiencing.

His hand seals changed again and the needles changed positions, some going deeper and some slightly withdrawing, some completely going out.

"...!!!"

Nie Changsheng could not move so he could not even shake or tremble, all of the sensations locked in his body without release. His teeth cracked from the strength he put into clenching his jaws, but Wu Long simply inserted a few needles in him to lock his jaws in place. But Wu Long could see everything in his eyes even if he did not speak or move.

"The third gate"

Wu Long gave him some time to process that excruciating pain and continued on to the next part.