Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 611 I am a Rabbit-Eared Clan 29

The silver-gray arm rose, extending an exceptionally clean hand covered with short, similarly colored hair and sharp claws. It neither pinched nor hit her.

With a chilling delicacy, he gently touched the bloody, burning brand wound on Yun Chu's shoulder with two cold, slender fingertips.

"Uh!"

The cold fingertips suddenly pressed against the painful, swollen wound. The instantaneous burst of pain made Yun Chu unable to control herself and squeeze out a short cry of pain from deep in her throat, her whole body convulsing violently!

Her golden pupils suddenly contracted, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back!

This is more precise and cruel than any form of torture!

The burning sensation and slight stickiness of the branded wound emanated from his fingertips, yet Yin Yan's expression remained unchanged, as if he had merely touched dirty water.

He withdrew his hand, placing two claws stained with a trace of dark red blood in front of his eyes, carefully, as if appreciating some kind of paint, slowly twirling them.

His gaze never left Yun Chu's face, contorted with pain. Watching her almost unfocused pupils and her uncontrollable gasps and trembling, a more intense and pure interest finally ignited in his pale golden eyes—a cold excitement of discovering a unique prey.

“Very interesting…” He looked at the scarlet dot on his fingertip, as if speaking to it, or perhaps talking to himself, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible admiration, “Your power… is very interesting. Even I have become… a little curious.”

He raised his eyelids and looked at Yun Chu, who was almost fainting, his golden eyes like cold searchlights.

"Take him away." Yin Yan stood up, patted his hands which weren't even dusty, and his tone returned to its usual calm, as if everything that had just happened was merely turning the page of an unimportant experimental record. "Lock him in a separate stone cell. Without my order, no one... is allowed to approach."

He deliberately emphasized the words "anyone," his cold gaze sweeping over the soldiers guarding the door.

"As for this..." He glanced casually at Xue Ling, who was trembling in the corner and almost suffocating, as if she were a piece of trash. "Useless. Spare her life for now." The contempt in his words sent chills down one's spine.

Yin Yan turned around, his silver-gray figure disappearing at the doorway of the stone house. The heavy wooden door slammed shut again, locking itself shutting out the cold, suffocating atmosphere. The stone house was once again plunged into absolute darkness and icy silence.

Outside the door, the crackling of the campfire and the dull footsteps of the soldiers seemed to have faded into the distance.

Yun Chu collapsed onto the cold floor, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. The branded wound on her shoulder felt like it had been plunged into molten iron, and every breath brought excruciating pain.

The cold touch and scrutinizing gaze from Yin Yan's fingertips were more deeply imprinted on her nerves than any form of torture.

She could feel Xue Ling's suppressed sobs in the corner.

But what truly sent shivers down her spine was Yin Yan's last words—"Your power... is very interesting." He knew!

He could actually know! Or at least he keenly sensed an anomaly that went far beyond the category of "poison"!

Those cold, golden eyes seemed to pierce through her skin and flesh, directly seeing into the deepest secret she was desperately trying to hide!

Fear, like icy river water, instantly overwhelmed her.

Despair had never been so clearly apparent, and the pure research interest in Yin Yan's eyes gave her a premonition of a longer and more terrifying future.

The cage only confined her body, but the cold, golden-eyed tiger seemed to have locked her soul in invisible shackles.

The night is still long, and the brutal interrogation has probably only just begun...

The following night, Yun Chu was interrogated alone.

Silver Flame's residence is located in the central area of ​​the Tiger Clan's temporary camp. It is not an ordinary stone house, but a huge obsidian core that has been ingeniously carved.

A spacious inner chamber was carved into the rock wall, exuding a chill that was even more bone-chilling than the prison outside.

The air was crisp and dry, carrying a peculiar scent, a mixture of frozen minerals and some rare herb; lingering in it seemed to freeze one's mind.

The walls and floor were smooth, cold black stone, incredibly hard, reflecting a faint, chilling light, making the entire space seem frozen in an eternal, cold night.

Yin Yan's golden eyes, like two points of molten gold in the light, locked onto her precisely.

There was only a large, angular stone chair, on which was casually covered a silver-gray hide of an unknown beast with sharp edges. Apart from that, there were no other furnishings.

It was spacious, cold, and extremely simple, like a predator's den, filled with silent oppression.

Yun Chu was practically dragged and thrown in by two tiger-clan soldiers, landing heavily on the cold, smooth black stone floor. The sharp pain from the impacts to her knees and elbows made her groan. The branded wound on her shoulder seemed to burn even more intensely from the cold.

The heavy stone door closed silently behind us, shutting out the last vestiges of noise from the outside world.

Silence reigned. Only her heavy, suppressed breathing echoed in the empty, ice-cold stone chamber.

Yin Yan didn't even sit on the stone chair.

He leaned against the smooth, mirror-like wall, his slender, silver-gray body resembling a drawn silver blade in the dim light. His tail, with its silver tip, lightly tapped the obsidian ground, producing a faint, almost inaudible "tap...tap..." sound.

The sound was like a countdown to death, striking Yun Chu's heart.

He did not interrogate them immediately.

He simply looked down at her slowly with those golden eyes.

His gaze was colder than a viper's tongue, lingering over her tattered clothes, bleeding wounds, and ashen face, finally settling on her pair of golden eyes, which were filled with fear and exhaustion, yet stubbornly refused to be extinguished.

It was as if they were admiring a beautiful piece of porcelain that was about to shatter.

"Your name?" he finally spoke, his voice low and melodious, like icicles colliding, without any inflection.

“Number…Ninety-three…” Yun Chu’s voice was hoarse and broken, almost squeezed out from the depths of her throat.

"Name." Yin Yan's voice remained calm, yet carried a pressure that could freeze one's blood. The thud...thud... of the tail tip touching the ground stopped at some point.

“…Yun Chu.” She lowered her eyes, avoiding the golden light that could scorch her soul.

“Yun, Chu…” Yin Yan repeated it with amusement, as if he were chewing on two strange syllables.

Yin Yan left the cold stone wall, moving silently like a silver shadow to Yun Chu. His massive shadow completely enveloped her. "Your hand," he commanded, his words succinct and unquestionable.

Yun Chu's fingers trembled uncontrollably, like leaves falling in the wind. She tried to curl up, but an invisible pressure made her unable to move.

Yin Yan didn't bend down; instead, he extended a hand covered in short, silvery-gray fur with sharp claws. The hand was exceptionally clean and exuded a faint chill.

There are no signs!

Just as his fingertips were about to touch Yun Chu's palm, which was covered in wounds from long hours of labor and struggle, the air suddenly distorted!

An indescribable, excruciating pain, as if countless fine ice needles were instantly piercing the brain, struck without warning!

That wasn't physical pain, but a sharp, tearing sensation that directly affected the core of one's spirit!