Execution

"Xu Shulou? Why is it you again?"

The leader of the Qingcheng Sect warmly greeted Xu Shulou with these words of welcome.

He didn't even ask the disciple at the door why he didn't stop her - she could always find a way to achieve her goal anyway, so she might as well save the Qingcheng Sect some money for repairing the main hall.

In the past, Xu Shulou would probably be in the mood to joke with him, but now she just said solemnly: "I found the whereabouts of Senior Yu Qishuang."

"What?" The head of the sect stood up suddenly, "Senior Sister Yu? Are you sure?"

Xu Shulou nodded and turned sideways to show him the cart behind her. She raised her hand and lifted the silk cloth covering the cart, allowing the master to see clearly the two puppets lying underneath.

The head of the sect has already rushed forward: "This, this..."

Xu Shulou did not say anything to interrupt him. He just watched his expression change again and again, and finally settled into a state of shock and anger: "What's going on?!"

She sighed softly: "The story began a year ago, when I was attacked on the way to Xuancang College. The one who attacked me was a Hanmei Umbrella..."

"What?"

Xu Shulou narrated everything she had seen and heard since the attack. The hall was completely silent with only her voice lingering in it. When she mentioned the golden elixir that was the result of everyone's spiritual power, she saw the little Taoist boy at the door raise his hand and wipe away his tears.

Xu Shulou kicked the unconscious man lying on the ground at her feet. She carried him all the way to Qingcheng and said, "This is the culprit."

This matter was too bizarre and too outrageous. Regardless of the prestige of Qingcheng, the friendship between the senior and junior sisters, or the common hatred of the cultivators, it was enough to make the head of the sect furious. At this moment, he no longer cared about his dignity and bearing, leaned down and grabbed the man's hair, pulling it hard, exposing his face to everyone's sight.

"Is it him?!" The head of the sect recognized the face and said angrily, "Such a thing, it turned out to be such a thing..."

The little Taoist boy at the door couldn't help but stick his head out to take a look. After seeing the appearance clearly, he exclaimed, and his exclamation was mixed with regret. Several geniuses with good character and understanding fell at the hands of such a person. Who could not express regret?

The head of the sect grabbed the man by the collar, swung his arm and gave him two slaps wrapped in spiritual power: "Asshole, wake up and talk!"

During the past three hundred years, the leader of Qingcheng has changed more than once. The current leader has never had a conflict of interest with Yu Qishuang, but he still remembers their past friendship very much. His current shock and anger are definitely not pretended.

But when Xu Shulou knocked this man unconscious for the convenience of transportation, he probably used too much force. The man's face was swollen, but he was still not conscious.

The headmaster threw the man to the ground like a dead dog, and turned around and ordered his disciples: "I want his soul to be exposed to the scorching sun for 49 days, unable to live or die! Let's see if he wakes up!"

"Yes!" After hearing the whole story, the disciple dragged the man away very actively.

The head of the sect was still a little unsatisfied, but seeing Xu Shulou's expression, he couldn't help but explain: "The Soul Burning is a magic weapon that was confiscated from somewhere else some time ago. It will not be used easily. Qingcheng is a famous and orthodox sect..."

Xu Shulou interrupted him: "I understand, I have no opinion on this."

The head of the sect sat down, closed his eyes for a while, and managed to calm down: "Fellow Daoist Xu, Senior Sister Yu...who is the other person next to her?"

"I don't know," Xu Shulou shook his head, "There are also three lonely graves in the small garden in the mountains. They all depend on Qingcheng Sect to give them a name."

The head of the sect nodded solemnly: "Definitely."

Xu Shulou thought for a moment: "I still have a few things in his hands..."

"No problem, we will return it immediately once the investigation is completed."

The Qingcheng Sect was still very trustworthy in this regard, so Xu Shulou naturally had no objection.

The head of the sect, however, slowed down, stood up, straightened his robes, and bowed to her: "Thank you very much for this matter, Brother Xu. If it weren't for you, the injustice of these innocent deaths would never see the light of day."

"Don't thank me, I should thank them."

The head of the sect naturally understood what she meant. He sighed and felt disappointed.

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What happened in Qingcheng Sect spread quickly throughout the world of cultivation, and the whole world was shocked.

On the day of the public execution, Qingcheng Sect opened its doors and welcomed all cultivators to come and watch the execution. Such a big show was not only to mourn Yu Qishuang, but also to serve as a warning to others and deter cultivators from having any evil thoughts.

That day, many people came, even the air was crowded with monks. Some were indignant, some were simply curious, and some were people who had been rescued by Yu Qishuang and wanted to see her for the last time.

At noon, some Qingcheng disciples began to read out the charges against this man. It was not complicated to say, but many people present were frightened after hearing it.

This man knew he was going to die, and he tried to commit suicide several times but was stopped. Finally, he could not endure the punishment in Qingcheng. The soul-burning punishment seemed to penetrate his body and act directly on his soul. The constant pain from the inside out forced him to reveal the identities and origins of those nameless souls on the third day.

But the leader of Qingcheng Sect kept his word and did what he said. He said he would roast him for forty-nine days, and he roasted him for forty-nine days.

At this time, the execution was finally carried out. Mixed in the crowd were old friends and acquaintances of the victims. After hearing his crimes, they wished they could rush forward and tear the criminal to pieces.

After the charges were read out, the disciple in charge of law enforcement in the Qingcheng Sect stood up and announced the execution. Under the gaze of the crowd, he chopped the criminal's neck with a knife.

The people watching the execution couldn't help but hope that the knife was a little blunter, or at least it would be better if it was slowly sharpened for several hours before chopping him to death.

After the head fell to the ground, many people walked up and spat at it.

The victim's relatives and friends were surrounding Xu Shulou to express their gratitude, but she refused to accept their gifts. She returned the life-saving golden elixir to the victim's master with a heavy heart, which caused everyone to sob again.

After this incident, many people had a new understanding of Xu Shulou. When they heard that she used her own ribs to block the puppet's sword, they all hissed. It turned out that this girl was not only cruel to others, but also to herself.

Naturally, everyone from the Mingyue Peak sect of Wuchen Island also rushed over after hearing the news. Bai Roushuang hugged her senior sister and kept crying, sometimes thinking about her ribs and sometimes about her left arm. Judging from the expressions of the others, they were not much better than her. Shan Yu quietly smashed the chopped head of the criminal with a stone. The disciples of Qingcheng Sect were all frightened by him and did not dare to stop him.

The Qingcheng Sect crushed and burned all the items in the criminal's storage ring in front of everyone in the world, and the secret method of making puppets also disappeared.

Yu Qishuang was buried in the back mountain of Qingcheng Sect. This fairy Saixue, who had been displaced for more than 300 years, finally returned to her hometown. Many people went to see her off.

After the matter was over, the leader of Qingcheng solemnly thanked Xu Shulou again in front of everyone, treated her as a guest of honor in Qingcheng, and promised that she could go to the Qingcheng treasury to choose a few magic weapons as a thank-you gift.

"I don't..." Xu Shulou was about to say that he didn't want to profit from this matter, but suddenly realized that everyone in the world was looking at the Qingcheng Sect at this time, and the leader really had to show such a grateful attitude, so he changed his mind and agreed.

Naturally, she also got back her Qiankun bracelet and Quexie sword. The moment Xu Shulou held the Julingzhu, a strong and abundant spiritual power poured into her body, breaking through the shackles of the seal. Due to the repeated tempering of the only part of the spiritual power that could be mobilized during the past year, the spiritual power in her body became more and more pure.

The head of Qingcheng Sect invited her to a deserted place, took out a pagoda-shaped magic weapon, raised his hand and threw it, and the small pagoda began to spin and grow in the air. When each floor grew to more than one person's height, the head of the sect raised his hand and invited her: "Friend Xu, please come in."

Xu Shulou did not look at those rare treasures, but only picked up two spirit gathering beads. This thing was too important and could save lives at critical moments. She planned to make the beads into headdresses, earrings, and waist ornaments when she returned, and make sure to infuse them with spiritual power and carry them with her. It would be best if she could ask a skilled craftsman to modify the appearance so that people could not tell that this thing was a spirit gathering bead.

Her politeness made the head of Qingcheng Sect feel a little guilty: "Pick a few more. This dragon and tiger ganoderma can strengthen the mind and calm the spirit. Fellow Daoist Xu, you have been frightened, and this is the time to need this kind of spiritual herb. Take it."

Xu Shulou was about to speak when his eyes swept across a ring-shaped magic weapon next to the Ganoderma lucidum and paused: "What is this?"

The head of the sect followed her line of sight and asked: "Fellow Daoist Xu, have you ever heard of the Three Thousand Worlds?"

"nature."

"Three thousand worlds, hundreds of billions of Sumerus. This ring is a magic weapon that can be used to travel through the three thousand worlds. It is called the Sumeru Ring," the head explained. "It should be an extremely valuable magic weapon, but as for its effect, you will know once you try it. It is not very useful."

Xu Shulou picked up the magic weapon and looked at it carefully.

The head of the sect smiled bitterly: "Now the only function of this magic weapon is to change its style at will, so that girls and boys who like to playful can wear it in different styles every day. If you like it, you can take it."

"I always feel that there is a very familiar smell on this ring."

Xu Shulou recalled for a long while before digging out a past event from the corner of his memory. It was the first time he took his junior sister Bai Roushuang to the Yuankong Secret Realm. She got a bracelet in the ice cave, which caused their souls to leave their bodies and go to another place. There, she and Bai Roushuang were tied to a tree, and the kidnappers were asking Lu Beichen, who had hurried over, which one of them he wanted to save...

Later, there were too many things to do and Xu Shulou never used the dangerous bracelet again. Only at this moment did he remember to take it out of the Qiankun bracelet and put it next to the ring for comparison.

"The auras of the two are indeed from the same source, and their appearances seem to match," the head of Qingcheng Sect also felt it, "What kind of magic weapon is this, Fellow Daoist Xu?"

Xu Shulou shook his head: "It just happened by chance, I don't know."

The head of the sect did not take this magic weapon too seriously. He nodded when he heard it. After seeing Xu Shulou chose the Sumeru Ring, he told her a few words about how to use it, took her out of the treasury, shrank the pagoda again and put it away.

Afterwards, Xu Shulou bid farewell to the Qingcheng Sect and set out on the journey back to Wuchen Island with his fellow disciples.

She repeatedly assured everyone that she was fine, and that the leader of the Qingcheng Sect had already invited the best doctor to help her heal her injuries. After everyone looked her over from head to toe and confirmed that she had no remaining injuries, they were reluctantly comforted, but Xu Shulou felt that for a long time to come, he would not be able to shake off the little tail following him.

Except for her second junior brother Song Ping, she had not seen anyone else for eight years. Everyone expressed their sorrow for separation and talked about their experiences over the years, and surrounded her as they headed towards Mingyue Peak.