My Home's Ancient Well Connects to the Martial Arts World

Chapter 260: Chapter 256: Missiles Obtained

’This terrorist organization is pretty big. Good thing this is a sealed underground space, or I really wouldn’t have dared to come.’

Ye Xing took a small vial from his pocket. A faint pink mist swirled inside the transparent glass, so pale it was nearly invisible unless one looked closely. He opened the stopper, and streams of the pink mist instantly drifted out, rapidly dispersing in all directions.

This faint pink mist was the Soft Tendon Powder, a substance recorded in the Five Poison Sect’s Five Poison Heart Sutra. Once a Martial Artist inhaled it, their entire body would become weak, and they would be unable to summon the slightest bit of True Qi. Even those with profound Cultivation would suffer a sharp decline in combat prowess. As for ordinary people, it was even more effective. Inhaling just the tiniest wisp would cause them to collapse, completely unable to move.

Soft Tendon Powder was expensive to produce, but its effects were astonishing, making it perfect for large-scale attacks. In an open, windy area, it would likely be blown away. However, this terrorist base was located in a sealed underground space where the gas couldn’t be dispersed by the wind. It would concentrate here, allowing the Soft Tendon Powder to reach its full potential. Without such a tool at his disposal, Ye Xing would never have dared to enter this terrorist base.

Entering this underground space was, in fact, quite risky. After all, despite Ye Xing’s Cultivation at the Martial Arts Ninth Layer and his profound True Qi, he was still only in the Postnatal Realm. He wasn’t like an Innate Realm expert who could release True Qi to form a Protective Gang Qi. A Martial Artist of the Postnatal Realm, even one at the Peak of the Postnatal Ninth Layer, could only rely on keen Perception Power to dodge a few bullets. Once surrounded and faced with a hail of gunfire, escape would be nearly impossible.

The personnel in this terrorist base were all armed, and a quick glance revealed several dozen of them. If he charged in rashly without the Cultivation of an Innate Realm master, he’d be dead for sure.

The pink mist dispersed, rapidly diluting until it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye. Every few steps, Ye Xing would discreetly open another vial of Soft Tendon Powder. As one vial after another was emptied, the entire underground chamber soon became saturated with the powder’s potent effects.

”Harry, I told you to stand guard upstairs. What are you doing down here?”

Just then, a terrorist leader walked over with a stern face, shouting at Ye Xing, who was disguised as the terrorist Harry.

Ye Xing gave the terrorist leader a cool glance and slowly uttered a single word: ”Fall.”

The moment he spoke, there was a THUD. The terrorist leader’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.

”Wh-what’s happening? Why do I feel so weak!” the terrorist leader stammered in terror as he lay on the floor.

At the same time—

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The sounds of bodies hitting the floor echoed one after another. Throughout the underground base, the terrorists collapsed, their bodies limp and powerless. Guns and ammunition scattered across the ground.

”Damn it, Harry! Was this your doing?! You traitor!” the terrorist leader roared. He had no idea that Ye Xing had already snapped the real Harry’s neck. The man standing before him was Ye Xing in disguise. It wasn’t surprising that the leader wasn’t suspicious; after all, something like a true Disguise Technique didn’t exist on Earth. There was makeup, at best, but makeup could never make one person look identical to another.

Ye Xing scanned the area, and after confirming that every terrorist had succumbed to the Soft Tendon Powder, he turned his indifferent gaze back to the leader. ”I hear your organization has missiles,” he said coolly. ”Where are they? Tell me.”

”I’ll never tell you!” the terrorist leader snarled through gritted teeth. ”You’re a government spy, aren’t you? You damned spy! I’m going to kill you! I’ll tear you limb from limb!”

”You talk too much,” Ye Xing said, his gaze cold. ”Just say what you need to say.” He pulled a black pill from his pocket and forced it into the terrorist leader’s mouth.

The black pill was about the size of a fingertip. It was none other than the Ten Thousand Ants Bone-Eating Pill.

Shortly after the terrorist leader swallowed the Ten Thousand Ants Bone-Eating Pill, his face turned deathly pale. His features twisted in agony, and large beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. ”AARGH! Damn you, Harry! What did you feed me?!”

”Hurts, doesn’t it?” Ye Xing said coolly. ”If it does, then hurry up and tell me where the missiles are. You might spare yourself some suffering.”

”In your dreams! I’ll never tell you, you damned traitor!” the terrorist leader spat, enduring the pain through gritted teeth.

”Heh, you’re a tough one, aren’t you? Fine. Let’s see how long you can last.” A cold smile touched the corner of Ye Xing’s lips. He pulled over a chair, sat down in front of the terrorist leader, and took out his phone. He opened a reading app, swiped the screen, and began to leisurely read a novel. ’Mixing business with pleasure... Life is good!’

The Ten Thousand Ants Bone-Eating Pill was an Elixir from the Five Poison Sect designed specifically for torture. To be afflicted by it was a fate worse than death. The sensation was akin to ten thousand ants crawling through one’s body, taking tiny, agonizing bites out of the bones—an unbearable mix of pain and itching. As time went on, the pain would only intensify until it tortured the victim to death. Even many Martial Artists with profound Cultivation couldn’t withstand such torment, let alone an ordinary person. Ye Xing wasn’t the least bit worried that the terrorist leader would refuse to talk.

Sure enough, after only three to five minutes, the terrorist leader was already begging for mercy.

”I’ll... I’ll talk... I’ll tell you... where it is!” the terrorist leader cried, his face pale and contorted in pain.

”No rush, no rush. Let me finish this Chapter, it’s just getting good!” Ye Xing said, tapping his phone screen to flip through the pages. He added cheerfully, ”Oh, what’s this? There’s another Chapter! What a treat! I’ll be right with you after this one. Just hang in there. Don’t worry, you won’t die.”

The Ten Thousand Ants Bone-Eating Pill was designed for prolonged torture, so its effects lasted a long time. Even an ordinary person wouldn’t die within half a shichen, or even a full shichen.

”Please... just give me a quick death!” The terrorist leader, incredibly weak, writhed over to Ye Xing’s feet, pleading.

Ye Xing ignored him, his finger rapidly tapping the screen as he flew through the pages. Soon, he had read a dozen or so pages. ”Ah, it’s over already? That was too short.” He sighed. ”Alright, let’s go.”

Ye Xing put his phone in his pocket, grabbed the terrorist leader by his collar, and hauled him to his feet, forcing him to point the way and lead on.

A few moments later, Ye Xing arrived in front of a hidden room, still holding the terrorist leader. He entered the password into a keypad next to the iron door and pressed ’Confirm’.

The next moment—

CLANG! GRIND! GRIND!

The iron door slowly ascended, revealing an enormous underground stone chamber. Inside, three missiles stood in a row.