Upon hearing this, everyone immediately fell silent, and all eyes turned to their clan leader, Tie Qingtian.

Everyone remembers what the consequences are for breaking the clan rules.

Spirit masters are banished after their spiritual power is destroyed, while demons become the spiritual masters' food, making a final contribution to their race.

Tie Qingtian's face turned ashen, and he roared:

"What nonsense are you spouting! Aren't you embarrassed enough already?"

The corpse wrapped in wine turned to look at him, its expression pained.

"You just think I'm embarrassing, right?"

"As a father, are you going to just watch me die, or even send me to my death with your own hands?!"

The words about the corpse being entangled with wine seemed to have a slight impact on Tie Qingtian. His expression changed for a moment, and there seemed to be sadness in his eyes.

However... he is the leader of a clan, and this seemingly stable and peaceful otherworld where humans and demons coexist is actually an extraordinary otherworld.

If one side is favored, the other side will immediately retaliate. Therefore, the only reason it can be maintained indefinitely is...

No one is exempt!

"Guards! Arrest him!"

Tie Qingtian shouted, demanding that the people around him arrest him. No matter how desperately Jiu Chanshi struggled, he could not break free from the restraints of those spirit masters.

Those weren't monkeys; they were all fifth or sixth-level spirit masters. How could he possibly break free from their restraints?

When the corpse wrapped in wine was carried away, it looked at its little follower in despair.

"Zhaoyi!"

But Zhao Yi still had that faint smile on her face, a smile that suddenly didn't feel so warm anymore.

At this moment, an elder from the clan stood up and called out:

"Wait a moment!"

"Chieftain, I believe that from the moment we began, Tie Yunzheng has become unworthy of being a member of my Tatar clan."

Everyone in the room looked over, and Tie Qingtian said with a stern face:

"What do you mean?"

The elder stroked his beard and said:

"He attempted to violate our clan's rules and refuse the coming-of-age ceremony. How can such a coward be worthy of being our clan's heroic spirit? (The people of the Tatar demon realm call those demons heroic spirits.)"

"If you ask me, we should follow the clan rules. He's neither a demon nor a spirit master anymore; he's just a good-for-nothing. We should just exile him and remove him from our clan's genealogy! To honor future generations!"

"ah?"

The entire audience was in an uproar, shocked by the elder's decision.

In the Tatar people's mind, being exiled was worse than being dead.

The main reason is that most people live a life isolated from the world from a young age, born in this demon realm and then growing up in this demon realm.

Some people are filled with fear of the outside world. Even those who yearn for the outside world certainly hope to have the strength to make a name for themselves outside, rather than having their spiritual power completely destroyed and becoming a useless person outside. It would be better to stay at home.

Most importantly, the Tatar demon realm is located deep in the Greater Khingan Mountains!

The countless powerful spirit beasts in the mountains have had their spiritual power destroyed, and it's questionable whether they can even get out.

Tie Qingtian looked at the elder, remained silent for a long time, then took a deep breath and said:

"Let him go."

Upon hearing this, the spiritual masters immediately released the wine that bound the corpse.

"From this day forward, I sever all ties with my unfilial son, Tie Yunzheng."

!!

After he finished speaking, Jiu Chanshi raised his head in disbelief. Tie Qingtian glanced at him and continued calmly:

"You unfilial son, Tie Yunzheng, effective immediately, your surname is revoked and you are erased from the clan's genealogy. You must leave the Tatar Demon Realm before sunset today! Your life or death is no longer our concern!"

The words fell like a heavy hammer blow to the heart of the man consumed by alcohol, leaving him stunned and lost in thought for a long time, while those around him began to whisper among themselves.

Tie Qingtian took one last look at the corpse entangled in wine, then shook his head and turned to leave.

After he left, a familiar voice came from behind the corpse wrapped in wine.

"Yunzheng! Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Yes, it was the monkey's voice. Jiu Chanshi turned around and saw him grinning at him.

Upon seeing that mocking smile, Jiu Chan Shi instantly flew into a rage!

What are you laughing at?

"What makes you think you can laugh at me? You're just a defeated opponent, how dare you laugh at me?"

The monkey couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing this:

"Big brother, you don't really think I can't beat you, do you?!"

"What's the meaning..."

The monkey looked at him with a cold smile:

"What do you mean? We only give you face because you're the clan chief's son! You really think you're something special?"

Alcohol-Entangled Corpse: ? ? ?

"It's just a pity for my precious Zhaoyi, she has to play along with you."

As the monkey spoke, it reached out and touched Lin Zhaoyi's cheek. Lin Zhaoyi was still smiling, but she dodged slightly. This dodging made Jiu Chanshi think that she still liked him.

"Let her go!"

The corpse-entangled wine rushed over and started swinging its fists at the monkey.

The speed was so fast that many people didn't even have time to react. By the time they came to their senses, the wine-wrapped corpse had already leaped up from above their heads.

But the next second, the monkey's spiritual power surged, and it threw a punch at the corpse-entangled wine with the same ferocity!

Click—

The two fists collided in mid-air, and unsurprisingly, Jiu Chan Shi flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his blood splattering on people before crashing heavily to the ground, his arm bent at an eerie angle.

"ah..."

"Ahh!"

He cried out in pain, clutching his arm with his other hand.

The monkey's expression wasn't good either; it frowned and muttered:

"MD is a madman..."

He put his trembling hands into his pockets, then feigned composure and said:

"Hey bro, what happened to your arm? Why are you so weak today? You couldn't even take one of my punches?"

"Aaaaaah! Hahaha!"

The corpse, writhing in wine, screamed and laughed in agony, as if venting its emotions; its voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"What, can't you even get up?"

The corpse, entangled in wine, lay on the ground, looking at the monkey with a mocking expression, and at the woman he was holding in his arms.

He didn't cry when he was covered in wounds from cultivating, he didn't cry when his father beat him, and he didn't cry when his father severed ties with him.

But when the monkey punched him back to the real world, he shed tears that flowed into the pool of blood beneath him, unnoticed by anyone.

The monkey looked at the wine-wrapped corpse and sneered, then shouted:

"If I were you, I wouldn't even have the face to stay here any longer. Pack your things and get out of here."

He smiled and turned to leave, and the crowd dispersed, no longer daring to watch.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and no one came to kick him out.

After all, although the clan chief had severed ties with him, the clan chief didn't interfere, and no one else dared to interfere either. They were all waiting for the clan chief to speak or for him to leave on his own.