Chapter 120: Punishment This made him vaguely return to a dream long ago...
Wu Hanfeng retracted his gaze and looked back at Elder Xing Xun: "What do you think, Elder?"
Elder Xing Xun nodded in agreement, "Master Wu is right."
Xie Wuyang was carried back to the pillar and his hands and feet were shackled again.
In order to prevent him from having the strength to resist, two talismans were placed on the chains, making it difficult for even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator to break free.
With a rustling sound, the disciple sent to get the Thirteen Frost Needles landed on the platform on his sword, holding a wooden box in his hand.
"Elder, the Frost Needle has been retrieved." The disciple took two steps forward and presented the wooden box with a bow.
The torture elder raised his hand and opened the wooden box. A cold air blew in his face, and a puff of white smoke curled up. Thirteen ice needles as clear as water were arranged neatly. With the torture elder's fingertips together, they were trapped by spiritual power and floated in the air.
As the punishment was about to begin, the atmosphere was solemn and no one spoke.
The torture elder turned his fingertips, and two ice needles flew out, piercing Xie Wuyang's wrist with a powerful impact.
As if he was in extreme pain before death, at that moment of biting cold, Xie Wuyang clenched his fists and regained consciousness. The veins on his raised neck were exposed, and his lips slightly opened to let out a cry of pain.
"ah……"
The coldness spread along his wrist, quickly eroding his arm to his shoulder. Xie Wuyang could even feel how the scalding blood gradually cooled, solidified, and finally stopped. Then, the dense pain was like ants crawling and gnawing, and the itchiness made him want to scratch through his flesh.
The entangled chains rattled, like a silent murder.
Xie Wuyang was in so much pain that he almost fainted several times. At the critical moment, he was awakened by the pain in his wrist, and this happened again and again.
The interrogation elder watched all this coldly until the two frost needles completely penetrated into the bone marrow. He moved his fingertips and summoned two more ice needles with the help of spiritual power. The cold light was dazzling and hung in the air.
Xie Wuyang was in great pain, his body buried deep in the ice cave. There was nothing but coldness around him, and no trace of life. It seemed as if it was going to extinguish everything until his life ended.
This made him feel as if he was returning to a nightmare from long ago, those dark, unbearable and sad snowy nights.
His biological parents hated him to death, he was as lowly as dust but no one had pity on him, no one stayed for him, not even Yun Wanzhou.
The pain fell on the ankle, piercing the tendons and bones.
Xie Wuyang was trembling all over. In his hazy vision, the fifth frost needle stopped above his eyebrows. The interrogator spread out his palm, circulated his spiritual power, and inserted the needle.
Like the surging waves and the sudden downpour of rain on dry land, an unfamiliar and vigorous force gathered in the body and poured into the sea of consciousness.
Beneath the pain, a huge impact force swept over, with the force of an overwhelming sea, swallowing up the last trace of clarity in consciousness and leading people into eternal darkness.
In the sky, dense dark clouds rolled silently. In the gloom, a loud thunder suddenly sounded and lightning tore through the curtain, like the sound of a trumpet coming out.
The interrogation elder had a stern expression on his face. Seeing that the frost needle was about to pierce him, he suddenly saw Xie Wuyang's eyebrows light up, and a strange, bright red mark flashed by, like a drop of blood about to cry, weird and evil.
The interrogation elder paused, his eyes slowly falling on the needle tip that had not yet touched the skin.
What's this?
It was unknown what he was thinking of, but Elder Xingxun's expression changed drastically. He concentrated his spiritual power in his palm, trying to retract the Frost Needle. Suddenly, a huge force came from under the needle. In an instant, yellow sand rose up, rocks collapsed, and Elder Xingxun was knocked several steps away. At the same time, the needle tip pierced his palm, and blood splattered.
"ah!"
The elder who was being interrogated had bloodshot eyes and covered his right hand, the wound of which was covered with frost.
"Bang—"
The chain supporting the sky pillar broke and flew out, with half of it falling loosely into Xie Wuyang's hand.
Black mist lingered around his body, bringing with it strands of blood. Xie Wuyang's eyes were filled with bloodshot, and his upturned peach blossom pupils had turned pink at some point. In the middle of his eyebrows, there was a strange and bright magic pattern, like an evil ghost escaping from hell.
The torture elder kicked the ground with his legs, retreated awkwardly, his lips trembling, "You...what do you want to do?"
Xie Wuyang walked slowly, his eyes vaguely scanning the tortured elder's body, as calm as if he was looking at a dead object, until the tips of his shoes collided.
"Thank you...thank you for being safe..." The interrogator looked terrified and his Adam's apple rolled violently.
"Xie Wuyang! What on earth are you doing?!" Wu Hanfeng shouted angrily and stood up.
"What to do?" Xie Wuyang's pupils moved slightly, his brows furrowed, and he repeated it between his lips and teeth, as if he was really thinking about what he wanted to do.
Not long after, Xie Wuyang relaxed his frown, "Maybe it's a tit-for-tat?"
"What are you talking about? What do you mean by tit for tat?" Jiang Shutong silently tightened the sword in his hand.
Xie Wuyang curled the corners of his lips, his tone low and elegant. The black mist around him was like several tentacles, ready to move, becoming more and more weird. "In that battle, the souls of those who died went to hell, and the living..."
Xie Wuyang suddenly narrowed his eyes and flicked his fingertips. A black mist wrapped around Jiang Shutong's neck, like a clinging venomous snake, spitting at his shoulder. "Could it be that your brain has gone bad too, and you've forgotten everything?"
Jiang Shutong spoke in a cold tone, waving his sword to disperse the black mist around his neck, "Xie Wuyang, do you know what you are doing?"
Xie Wuyang ignored it, as if Jiang Shutong was just a harmless interlude in his actions. After the interlude ended, his eyes fell back on the interrogation elder who was struggling to stand up in front of him. He leaned forward slightly and smiled: "How does the frost needle taste?"
"A hundred years ago, Fu Guang casually created something. He probably never imagined it would be used as a punishment and still be used today?"
The interrogation elder took two steps back and spoke tremblingly: "You... who are you?"
Xie Wuyang's eyes scanned the surroundings, "Only a few hundred years have passed, and you, a bunch of useless people, are the only ones left in the Immortal Sect."
As he spoke, the demonic pattern on his forehead lit up, making his brows and eyes glow even more crimson. Xie Wuyang raised his hand through the air, and black mist gathered, transforming into a rope that strangled the interrogator's neck. "They don't know. Since you are in charge of the interrogation, how could you not know... why did the demons fall hundreds of years ago?"
The interrogator's face flushed red, and he uttered two "ho ho" sounds, his pupils widening in fear. "You...you are..."
A sharp sword energy suddenly attacked him. Xie Wuyang raised his hand and used his index finger to easily clamp the tip of the sword that was attacking him.
Wu Hanfeng's brows were fierce, and he gritted his teeth, "Today I will clean up the mess for your master, so that you won't cause any more trouble."
Xie Wuyang uttered a soft "tsk" and said impatiently, "Old man, are you worthy?"
At the same time, he exerted force with his fingertips and actually broke the sword that the head of Cangqiong Mountain had used for many years. Then he turned his wrist and struck out with a palm.
Wu Hanfeng bent his back and flew out
Jiang Shutong quickly supported him and his eyes suddenly became serious.
To defeat a Yuanying stage opponent with one move and even break his sword, what kind of cultivation level is needed to be able to do that?
It was not known whether it was Wu Hanfeng's attack that angered Xie Wuyang. The black mist around the interrogation elder's neck became tighter and tighter, his eyes rolled back, and he was about to faint.
Until a star-studded sword appeared out of nowhere and cut through the binding black fog.
Jiang Shutong leaped over, turned his long arm, and easily took the magic sword back into his palm. His posture was outstanding, and his robes fluttered in the wind.
At the same time, the tortured elder broke free from his restraints and stumbled back, "He... he is born with a demonic body! He is born with a demonic body!"
This sentence was like thunder, exploding in the crowd. The crowd moved around, talking to each other, and the whole place was in chaos.
…
The mountain where the Wax-Wood Sect is located was originally called Qingyu Mountain. It was known for its abundant spiritual energy, picturesque scenery, and abundant spiritual flowers and trees. Later, a monk from the sect established a sect there, leading his disciples to punish evildoers and protect the people, earning him great fame. Qingyu Mountain also gradually changed its name to Wax-Wood Mountain.
Time has passed and things are no longer the same as they were before.
When Yun Wanzhou landed on his sword, he could see the exquisite and eye-catching gate of the Lianwu Gate from afar.
Outside the door, there is the severe cold of winter without any barrier to protect it, with dead trees and bare branches, and a desolate and bleak world.
Within the barrier just one step away, there are vines and flowers entwined, lush and full of vitality.
Yun Wanzhou gathered the broken snow, stepped over the barrier, and looked at both sides of the door. He suddenly frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
Ever since Jiang Lin's incident, the Lotus Mist Sect had been in turmoil. According to past practice, outer disciples would have been sent to guard the entrance to prevent the incident from being exposed. But now, the place was deserted, not even a single person was to be seen, a complete departure from the caution and caution of a few days ago.
Could something have happened?
Yun Wanzhou walked for a long time with full of doubts in his heart, and finally met two disciples. They were wearing spiritual weapons and were in a hurry, and no one knew where they were going.
It was not until Yun Wanzhou walked in front of them, paused and looked up that they came back to their senses from the chaos. The shorter disciple bowed and greeted them, while another one had a slightly unnatural look in his eyes. After the people next to him stood up, he bend down belatedly.
"Greetings to Yunxian Venerable."
Yun Wanzhou's gaze lingered on the senior disciple for a moment, thinking that his sudden appearance had caused the senior disciple to be stunned and not pay much attention. "What happened to Lianwu?"
The short disciple looked up suddenly, as if frightened. "When did the Immortal Master come back? How could the Immortal Master not know?"
The tall man said nothing, pinching the short disciple's waist silently, thinking it was silent.
The short disciple hissed in pain and suddenly closed his mouth.
Yun Wanzhou's heart began to tremble with unease, his eyes growing colder. "What happened?"
The tall man's scalp tingled when he was stared at by him. Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he could only tell Yun Wanzhou what had happened in the past few days.
From the time Xie Wuyang was discovered for touching the fake nightmare stone barrier, to his later exposure as a demon, to today's interrogation on the high platform, Yun Wanzhou's face was as gloomy as iron and his eyes were as cold as ice.
The senior disciple observed Yun Wanzhou's expression while speaking, not daring to hide anything. He couldn't help but sigh as he spoke too much. "I heard that on the day that Sect Leader Jiang caught Xie Wuyang stealing the Nightmare Stone, he sent someone to tell you. How could you not know?"
Yun Wanzhou said nothing, but his expression said it all.
He had no idea.
After going down the mountain to kill the evil spirit that day, Yun Wanzhou stayed in Fengying Town for several days. During this period, not only did he not send any sound messages, he did not even see the shadow of the talisman, let alone the many changes that happened between the Lianwu Sect and his disciples.
The tall disciple hadn't expected this outcome, and lost his restraint during the conversation. "No wonder... I thought I was an Immortal Venerable because I hated it and didn't want to see Xie Wu..."
His thoughts swirled and swirled, coalescing into a single, intense thought. Yun Wanzhou suddenly interrupted the tall disciple, "You just said, when is the interrogation scheduled?"
"today."
"What time is it today?"
"Today..." The tall disciple didn't know what he was thinking of. He raised his eyelids, stopped talking, and began to stammer.
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