Chapter 373 Whipping and Humiliation

"Su Yuyuan, you traitor!"

You'll die a horrible death!

"Heh, is that so?" Su Yuyuan's face revealed murderous intent. He summoned a knife and walked down, slashing down and killing several people.

"If you throw a rock at her, she'll die!"

"You spat on her...you die!"

"So you're enjoying using the Fiery Talisman, huh? Die, die, die! All of you, die!!"

...

Everyone could tell that he was avenging Bai Ruoqian.

A male cultivator from Xuanwu Palace saw him approaching and said in a trembling voice with a look of panic, "Su Yuyuan, Bai Ruoqian deserved to die for her own sins. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution for your unethical and wicked actions?!"

"Divine retribution?" Su Yuyuan scoffed, "I'll take it, but you must die!"

"No, no, ahhh—!"

As a chilling, eerie light slashed down, blood spurted out, and the fear of death gradually spread. Several female cultivators, their faces deathly pale, saw him approaching and cried out in trembling voices, "I... I only cursed her a few times, I didn't kill her..."

"Yeah, I'm just furious. None of us laid a hand on them... Please let us go!"

"Lies!" Su Yuyuan's face was grim as he pressed his sword against a female cultivator's chin and sneered, "You clearly threw a stone at her, didn't you?"

"No, no!"

Before the female cultivator could finish speaking, the sharp blade instantly sliced ​​through her neck, splattering blood onto those nearby and causing them to scream.

"Cough cough! You unfilial disciple... Stop it!" At this moment, Fu Zhenghan's weak voice came from the stage, looking at him with eyes full of disappointment.

"You wicked disciple, hahaha!"

Su Yuyuan watched as he burst into maniacal laughter, laughing so hard he nearly fell over. Then, he took a few steps forward and kicked him in the stomach, his eyes filled with resentment. He roared, "If you hadn't stood by and watched me die, Junior Sister wouldn't have been burned to death! It's all your fault!!"

"Su Yuyuan, stop right now!" Yang Shen's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled frantically against the ropes binding him. "How could you do this to Master? Have you gone mad?!"

"Yes, I'm insane!!"

Su Yuyuan laughed and cried like a madman, snatched the whip from someone else's hand, and lashed it wildly at Fu Zhenghan, causing him to let out a muffled groan, "You wretched wretch!"

"Give me back Qian'er!"

"Give her back to me!"

Fu Zhenghan gritted his teeth and endured the whipping. Suddenly, the tattered clothes that had been hanging on his body could no longer withstand the torment and slowly slipped off, causing his face to turn deathly pale.

On his slightly pale skin, besides the bloody whip marks, there were also some blurred words.

Su Yuyuan was immediately shocked; the whip that had been raised high could no longer be brought down.

"etc!"

With a swift movement, Xinhun Yin appeared, snatched the whip from Su Yuyuan's hand, and teased the words etched into his flesh, "Let me see, Sect Leader Fu, what are all these things on your body?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, 'lowly slave,' 'cauldron slave,' 'dog slave.'"

The words of the Soul Guide made Fu Zhenghan feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, as if those unbearable memories were reappearing, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Oh, it's not over yet." Xin Hunyin's venomous gaze swept over him, and he sneered, "Oh, there's one more—'Evil Slave'."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you've got quite the fancy way of displaying those marks. Even the girls in brothels would have to admit defeat."

"Who would have thought that you, the ethereal and aloof immortal lord, would actually be a thing ridden by ten thousand men? Hahahaha!"

Hearing her mocking words, Fu Zhenghan's pale face was filled with humiliation. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Witch, kill me if you want!"

"Kill you? No, I've changed my mind. With such a captivating body like yours, wouldn't it be a waste to kill you?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhenghan's heart tightened, and he glared at her with bloodshot eyes, "You—!"

Xin Hun Yin chuckled, his eyes filled with madness, and glanced at the disciples below. "Tell me, how many can you withstand?"

Hearing her vile and insane intentions, Yang Shen's forehead veins bulged, and he shouted, "Fuck your mother, you crazy woman!!"

"Hmm?" Xin Hunyin turned to look at Yang Shen and slapped him across the face from a distance, instantly causing half of his face to swell up.

Nie Song spat and sneered, "You lowly bastards who can't wait to be on the table, if you have the guts, just kill us! What are you dawdling about for!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the War Sect echoed him fearlessly, "That's right! I'll still be a hero eighteen years from now!"

"That's right! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! If you have the guts, kill us!!"

"Huh?!" Xin Hunyin laughed instead of getting angry. "You people from the Battle Sect are not afraid of death, so what about the others?"

She suddenly stopped smiling and lashed out at Fu Zhenghan with her whip, catching him off guard and causing him to groan.

Instantly, another deep bloodstain appeared on his already battered back, and the crimson blood flowed down his pale skin, blooming with an eerie, vibrant color.

"Tsk, she really is a stunner."

As the whip of his soul scraped against his delicate wound, he caught a glimpse of the disciples below and a fleeting glint of something else in his eyes before he couldn't help but laugh.

"I am not a bloodthirsty person. If any of you volunteer to come forward and taste this Immortal Venerable, I will spare his life!"

Upon hearing this, many of the male disciples below lowered their eyes, secretly calculating and observing the situation.

All people cherish life, and cultivators who pursue the path to immortality are no exception.

Hearing that there was a chance to live, although no one dared to show it on their faces, many of them were already itching to try.

Su Yuyuan noticed Fu Zhenghan's eyes flicker slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Master..."

"Hmm?" Xin Hunyin glanced at him with displeasure and scoffed, "Why are you being soft-hearted?"

Su Yuyuan's eyes darkened, and after a moment he lowered them, "This subordinate has no..."

Xin Hunyin flicked the whip in his hand, scanning the crowd below and coldly said, "Is there really no one here? If so, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Wait! I...I..."

Someone in the crowd said something that made Yang Shen, who was suppressing his anger, roar: "Who dares!!"

This deafening roar silenced the man, but it enraged Xin Hunyin, who was eager to watch the spectacle. Xin Hunyin lashed out with his whip, yelling, "You wretched dog, how dare you ruin my plans!"

Whips, whipped with fierce wind, struck Yang Shen's shoulders and back repeatedly, leaving deep welts that revealed bone and blood.

Seeing Yang Shen's miserable state, the disciples of the Tianfeng Sect huddled together, sobbing in fear, and a gloomy atmosphere descended upon them.

What?!

Fu Zhenghan's eyes turned bloodshot as he looked at Yang Shen, whose skin was torn and bleeding. "Witch, stop!"

The Soul Guide seemed to have vented enough, exhaling a breath of turbid air. Looking at the two of them, he chuckled lightly: "Heh, you two really have a deep master-disciple bond. Since you've ruined my plans, why don't you two take over?"

"What?!"

Hearing this, everyone present stared at her in shock, a chill creeping into their hearts.

Even Ouyang Jue, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but tremble as he looked at her, a chill running down his spine.

Crazy woman!