Chapter 631: Chapter 515: Torturing Life Saber_3
"If... if I tell you everything I know, can you... can you spare me?" Venerable Jile still harbored a sliver of hope.
"That depends on what you tell me. If it’s truly important to me, then I might not kill you," Yang Xiao swore solemnly, his right hand raised to the sky with the practiced ease of someone taking a poisonous oath on his relatives.
Seeing this, Venerable Jile hesitated no longer, panting, "I’ve mentioned before... before, how Wounded Door swindled a treasure from my Xiu Sect years ago. Do you remember it?"
"I remember," Yang Xiao nodded.
"It’s... It’s the very Torturing Life Saber you hold in your hands," Venerable Jile swallowed, speaking with difficulty, "It was because of this saber that the Xiu Sect became enemies with Wounded Door. In order to retrieve this saber, we sought you out, intending to take the Soul-Capturing Mirror and trade with Wounded Door, but we never expected..."
Venerable Jile didn’t finish his sentence, but Yang Xiao could guess the rest from his expression of utter despair—Xiu Sect hadn’t anticipated that the saber would be in his possession as well.
It seemed he had some kind of fate with the Yu Yuan Sect; whatever treasures they were after always inexplicably ended up in his hands, which was really annoying.
Yang Xiao snorted coldly, bringing the horsetail whisk closer and closer to Venerable Jile’s face, "That’s a worthless piece of information. Do you think I didn’t know that?"
"Wait... wait, there’s something you definitely don’t know. You’re not aware of the true terror of this saber—it’s a Peak of Ghost Level treasure!" Venerable Jile shouted, as if afraid that the dreaded horsetail whisk would land on his face.
At these words, Yang Xiao almost laughed out loud, "Idiot, you think you can fool me when death is staring you in the face? This saber was clearly traded by Wounded Door for a Peak of Fierce Level artifact plus an Upper Level of Severe artifact. At most, it has just barely touched the threshold of Ghost Level. You really won’t shed tears until you see the coffin!"
"No, you’re wrong! Just listen to me—this treasure wasn’t traded for; to prevent us from finding it, Wounded Door had it specially stored at Peace Hotel through an intermediary. Those two artifacts were merely... merely the storage fees over the years!" Venerable Jile explained loudly.
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao snorted coldly and immediately commenced torturing Venerable Jile until he was at death’s door, after which Yang Xiao confirmed that the man hadn’t lied to him and was telling the truth.
"I’ll give you another chance. Tell me about this saber... uh, what was it called again?" Yang Xiao paused, suddenly forgetting the name.
"Torturing... Torturing Life Saber," Venerable Jile said weakly.
"Right, the Torturing Life Saber. What do you mean when you say I’m using it wrong?" Yang Xiao pressed for answers.
Worried that Venerable Jile might die in the process, Yang Xiao kindly used the Ghost Lantern to relieve his injuries. Lu Chenzhou, seeing this, tried to crawl over for healing as well, but Yang Xiao’s look convinced him to retreat.
"Do you know why it’s called the Torturing Life Saber?" Venerable Jile asked.
"I don’t want to know. I just want to know how to use it. You’d better speak quickly; my patience is limited."
"Alright, alright, I’ll tell you... The real terror of this saber is that it can store damage in a bizarre way, then suddenly release it during a fight with an enemy," Venerable Jile hurriedly said.
"What do you mean?" Yang Xiao became more confused as he listened.
"Let me... let me give you an example and you’ll understand. You already know that self-harm with this saber can double the damage. Suppose severing an opponent’s arm takes 10 points of effort, but with self-harm, you only need to cut halfway, meaning 5 points of effort is enough. But have you considered what would happen if you used 6 points of effort for self-harm?"
"Slap!" Yang Xiao raised his hand and slapped Venerable Jile across the face, "Quit beating around the bush!"
"That excess point of effort will be preserved. You can think of it as overflow damage. In subsequent close combat with an enemy, this overflow damage can suddenly attack the enemy at a random time and from a random direction, making it impossible to guard against."
"I’m not sure about the timing, but the direction could be from any position, perhaps from the enemy’s front, left side, right side, overhead, or even from behind their head, and the part of the body that’s attacked is also random—anywhere from top to bottom, hands, feet, head, even the groin. But there’s one thing: this overflow damage harms but doesn’t kill. Even if it happens to strike vital areas like the neck, heart, or back of the head, it won’t be a fatal blow and will only bring endless agony. That’s why it’s called the Torturing Life Saber," Venerable Jile explained in great detail.
This explanation opened a new world of possibilities for Yang Xiao. In some ways, the Torturing Life Saber had something in common with the Ghost Duster. He truly wondered why all these Evil Magic Tools kept ending up in his hands one after another.
"How about this, are these details... important to you? The information about the Torturing Life Saber is a top-secret of the Xiu Sect. Apart from the Sect Leader... only I know, after all, I am also..." In the next second, as if seeing a scene of utmost horror, Venerable Jile’s eyes widened with a scream, "No, no, no!! Ahh—"
Along with a piercing scream, a twisted finger detached from the bloody mess, leaving Venerable Jile convulsing in agony. Yang Xiao, sweaty from the effort, had just chopped off his own left pinky.
Then, turning his head to look at Venerable Jile on the ground, the latter seemed terrified by Yang Xiao’s gaze, guessing what he intended to do next. Yet, before he could protest, Yang Xiao hacked at his right chest with a kitchen knife, using little force in what was purely an experimental act, a tribute to rigorous science.
This cut was painful but not lethal. After crying out a couple of times, Venerable Jile fell silent, while Yang Xiao intently squatted aside and waited—he could already feel that the knife held great secrets. In fact, when he had injured his left arm with the knife not long before, he had had an indistinct feeling about it, but the urgency of the battle had left no time for careful consideration. It was only after listening to Venerable Jile that he understood what was happening.
Now, Venerable Jile was more anxious than Yang Xiao; after all, he had spoken the truth to save his own life. Yang Xiao had just chopped off one of his fingers, visibly leaking damage. And after Xiao had struck him, Venerable Jile was soon to suffer a hit from the overflow damage of that strike.
The most terrifying aspect wasn’t the knowledge of being cut, but the uncertainty of when and where it would happen. The torment of waiting for the cut was the most grueling part. Among the three people still alive, the only one who had something to say about it was the outsider, Lu Chenzhou.
