Chapter 114: Exposing this verification and punishment, the result is inevitable...
"In my life." Wu Hanfeng glanced sideways, with an implicit warning.
Xu Pingsheng's cognition was completely overturned. Even the master who had taught him since childhood became a stranger to him. "But thank you, Junior Brother..."
"Brother, no matter how much you say, it's useless..." A hoarse, dry voice came from the front. Xie Wuyang struggled to move his hand, which was handcuffed and numb. A smile that seemed to be mocking and sarcastic on the corner of his mouth said, "Someone has drawn a circle on himself and blinded himself. How can he be awakened by a few words from others?"
Xu Pingsheng looked at him, his eyes flickering, full of guilt and pity.
Only the strong are high above, looking down on everything and yet having compassion for everything.
In a trance, Xie Wuyang seemed to see the shadow of another person through these eyes, so lonely and ethereal, so independent of the world.
As if amused by his words, Elder Guo curled his lips, his expression disdainful. "Are we deceiving ourselves? You, a spy, are facing imminent death, yet you still dare to deceive the people with your lies! Do you really think we are fools?"
As he spoke, Elder Guo bowed to Jiang Shutong, his eyes gleaming with disdain. "I, Guo, request that the headmaster order the removal of this man's ribs for identification!"
Jiang Shutong's eyes stirred as he looked up at Xie Wuyang, "Thank you, Immortal Friend, for saving my life. I will never forget it. But this matter involves many people, and it's not just about you and me."
Xie Wuyang sneered, "Master Jiang, that sounds nice."
Jiang Shutong lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
"Does anyone else have any objections?" Elder Guo looked around at everyone present.
Xu Pingsheng clenched his fists, looking angry, and was stopped by Wu Hanfeng behind him.
There were nearly ten people present, but no one spoke.
Elder Guo's face was filled with pride, and his eyes fell on Xie Wuyang, "Since that's the case, I will personally carry out the execution to prove justice..."
"Wait a minute, Elder Guo." Wu Hanfeng suddenly raised his hand and interrupted in a deep voice, "This boy is a disciple of my junior fellow apprentice Yun Wanzhou. If Elder Guo were to execute him, wouldn't that be overstepping your authority and breaking the rules?"
Elder Guo looked back impatiently, "Then what should we do, Sect Leader Yiwu?"
Wu Hanfeng raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and transformed it into a dagger with a sharp tip, gleaming with cold light. "I am willing to help my junior brother, eliminate the evil and clean up the sect."
After saying that, he strode forward, swung the dagger in his hand, and stabbed it straight into Xie Wuyang's chest.
"Master, you can't do that!" Xu Pingsheng roared, pounced forward and held down Wu Hanfeng's wrist.
"Master, you have taught your disciples to be honest and upright since childhood. Now that the truth is unknown, how can you be so reckless!"
"Let go." Wu Hanfeng glanced sideways with a cold look in his eyes.
Wu Hanfeng has always been strict, and Xu Pingsheng has been scolded by him since he was a child, but he also knows that he is tough on the outside but soft on the inside, a man who understands the big picture, and he respects him very much.
Meeting his gaze as usual, the shadow of reprimanding overtook her. Her fingertips relaxed for a moment, but then clenched again. She gritted her teeth and said, "Even if I have to punish you, I have to wait until Immortal Yun comes back!"
"Let go!" Wu Hanfeng shouted angrily, and a burst of spiritual power suddenly burst out from his right arm, shocking Xu Pingsheng back several steps.
At the same time, the dagger's spiritual power shattered, the tip of the blade flashed, and it stabbed fiercely into Xie Wuyang's chest.
"puff--"
The blade pierced into the chest, stirring up blood and flesh.
Blood oozed out from the dagger, instantly dyeing the clothes red.
Xie Wuyang said nothing, his fists clenched tightly. Veins popped out of his forehead and neck due to the pain, and cold sweat covered his entire face. He looked at Wu Hanfeng with blurry and cold eyes, gritting his teeth. After a while, he uttered, "Master... you are very understanding of justice... you are selfless... you are truly a model of the immortal sect..."
Hearing the mockery in his words, Wu Hanfeng pursed his lips, his eyes flashing with a hint of melancholy. "You have been on the mountain since you were a child. Cang Qiong Mountain taught you and raised you, and they believe they have treated you well. Now, I will never put the entire Cang Qiong Mountain in danger because of you alone. Do you understand?"
"Master-master, you are very far-sighted. You are really..." Xie Wuyang's throat spasmed for a moment and he coughed twice, "You have made a good calculation."
Jiang Lin of the Lianwu Sect has colluded with the demon clan, causing panic among the people. Now is the time when everyone is in danger and suspicious.
If it were really confirmed that he was a demon, Cangqiong Mountain would become the target of public criticism and rumors would spread everywhere.
When Yun Wanzhou brought his original body up the mountain, he and Wu Hanfeng already knew his identity.
Wu Hanfeng was certain that it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed today, but his identity as a demon was exposed and he was afraid that Cangqiong Mountain was in danger, so he came up with his current plan.
Rather than having his identity exposed by others, it would be better for Cang Qiong Shan to do it himself. Even if his identity as a demon is exposed, Cang Qiong Shan will sacrifice his relatives for the sake of justice and clear his name.
The dagger in his chest stirred deeper and deeper, causing more pain than expected, as if it had touched his ribs. Wu Hanfeng's expression changed slightly, and he pushed the dagger with his other hand and poured spiritual power into it.
It was like a ferocious beast biting and pulling inside his body, tearing open his flesh and gnawing on his bones, desperately trying to pull them out. The pain spread throughout his body like an explosion. Xie Wuyang's eyes went black, his whole body was shaking, and he felt like he was torn in half, with excruciating pain in every part of his body.
For a moment, he even thought that the cold blade was going to pierce his heart, tear open his flesh and blood, and torture him to death.
It hurts... it hurts so much...
Xie Wuyang's fingertips trembled, and the taste of blood lingered in his throat. His vision was hazy, and for a moment he seemed to have returned to the Tomb of the Saint five hundred years later, to the time when the hundreds of immortal sects broke through the demon world and Suixue's sword pierced his heart and his soul was scattered.
But why...even though his heart wasn't pierced, he still felt so much pain?
It was not until he noticed the demonic energy gradually gathering in his body and his ribs peeling off that Xie Wuyang truly realized that he seemed to be finished.
The fear of approaching death and the unknown swept over him like an overwhelming force, engulfing him completely.
A part of his body was gradually slipping away, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at him, with indifference, pity, and resentment.
Xie Wuyang didn't know what was wrong with him. It was as if something was pulling him in this vast world, making him emotional and nostalgic, unable to control himself.
So, at the end of his consciousness, Xie Wuyang forced himself to raise his head which was drooping due to pain, and forced his eyes to open a crack.
He even forgot that the person standing in front of him was the executioner who had tortured him to death. He subconsciously grasped at the nearest life-saving straw, "When...when will he come back?"
In an instant, the blood that had been churning in his throat found an outlet and gushed out, staining his chin and neck red.
Wu Hanfeng's hand holding the dagger paused for a moment, and it took him a long time to realize who the "he" Xie Wuyang was referring to.
Perhaps because he felt guilty, or perhaps seeing Xie Wuyang near death touched his heart of compassion, the usually serious man was silent for a while, then answered him compassionately, "Three to five days."
"Thirty-five days... Thirty-five days..." Xie Wuyang muttered the cold numbers repeatedly between his lips and teeth, his heart slowly falling to freezing point.
Three to five days.
Why is it taking so long? I don’t know if I can wait any longer.
Xie Wuyang's throat moved, his consciousness aching, "Disciple has another question to ask..."
"You ask." Wu Hanfeng was particularly easy to talk to at this moment.
Xie Wuyang forced a twitch of his lips and spoke incoherently, "Master...how are you going to deal with me?"
Wu Hanfeng pulled out the dagger suddenly, splashing a string of blood.
Xie Wuyang didn't finish his words, but he understood.
Rib extraction is not just a groundless claim, but a real and feasible method.
Xie Wuyang's identity is a secret to others, but to him and himself, it is clear to everyone.
The result of this verification and punishment is destined and cannot be changed.
Hot blood splashed on his face, a few drops streaked across his eyelashes and flowed into Wu Hanfeng's dark and calm eyes.
"I don't know." Wu Hanfeng closed his eyes and opened them again, then turned around and threw the dagger in his hand into the crowd.
The dagger bounced twice when it fell to the ground, making several crisp sounds.
Wu Hanfeng's voice was solemn and deep, echoing throughout the dungeon. "I have verified my identity."
As he spoke, Wu Hanfeng turned his right hand over, palm facing upwards. A piece of bone, dripping with blood, floated above. As Wu Hanfeng spoke, it gradually turned black.
"This boy is undoubtedly a demon."
At the same time, the ribs in the palm of his hand vibrated and demonic energy surged out.
"Are they...are they really demons?"
"I knew it!" Elder Guo chuckled twice, looking at Xu Pingsheng provocatively. "Now that Sect Leader Wu has personally opened his bones, his true identity has been revealed. Those who can't distinguish between loyalty and treachery should open their eyes now. If you ask me, the crimes of the demon clan spies are unforgivable. It's better to kill them on the spot to prevent them from causing any more trouble!"
Xie Wuyang was in a state of blurred consciousness, his face was pale, his fingertips drooped limply, only his lips were moving, and he still had a trace of breath.
A mere broken rib would cause an ordinary person excruciating pain. While a cultivator might possess spiritual power, they were still mere mortals. How could they endure the pain of having their bones torn apart?
Xu Pingsheng's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes fell on the demon bone, and all his strength was drained away in an instant, and he couldn't utter a word.
What happened today was beyond his tolerance.
It was as if in an instant, those familiar people and things suddenly shed their outer skin, and the inside was completely different from it, making it difficult to recognize their original appearance.
There was a dead silence in Xu Pingsheng's eyes, like a walking corpse.
Angry voices arose all around. Those present were all prominent figures in the immortal sect. Their words were fierce and surprisingly consistent.
"First, it was Jiang Lin, the leader of the Lotus Mist Sect, and now it's the disciple of Yun Xianzun. How many people of this demon clan are lurking in the immortal sect?"
It’s terrifying when you think about it.
"Master Wu, we can't just let this go. Cang Qiong Mountain must give an explanation to the hundreds of immortal sects!"
Wu Hanfeng didn't answer directly, his gaze slowly falling on Jiang Shutong. "Xie Wuyang is the last disciple of my sect's Yunxianzun. I'm worried that others might think this is unfair. How about letting Sect Leader Jiang make the decision? What do you think?"
Jiang Shutong closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he felt a clear and solemn look. "That will happen three days later, at the Lianwu Sect's high platform, where Jie will be interrogated."
…
It was already the afternoon of the next day when the news finally broke.
The spy reappeared, and the execution notices were posted all over the Lianwu Gate, and then spread to all the immortal gates through the sound transmission talisman.
During this period, Jiang Shutong and Wu Hanfeng also sent several cards to Yun Wanzhou, but there was no response at all.
It must be just as the disciple guessed. Yun Wanzhou set up a barrier to protect the people, keeping the crisis out, and also blocking the sound transmission note that brought news of Xie Wuyang.
As the sentence was approaching, the peach blossoms outside the door that had been blooming by magic began to wither for some reason.
Jiang Shutong stood in front of the door, staring at the fallen flowers all over the ground in a daze, when he suddenly heard the voice of a disciple coming from outside the courtyard.
"Greetings to Sect Leader Wu."
"Is Sect Leader Jiang here?"
"Yes. I wonder what Sect Leader Wu wants to talk to Sect Leader Jiang about?"
"Ask about tomorrow's affairs."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Hanfeng appeared at the gate of the courtyard and stepped in.
"Master Wu."
"Um."
Neither of them was a very enthusiastic person, and after a simple greeting, the courtyard returned to its usual dead silence.
Both of them knew why Wu Hanfeng came here, but no one said anything.
After an unknown amount of time, someone finally spoke and broke the silence.
"Master Wu, would you like to come and enjoy the flowers with us?"
The so-called words were nothing more than the peach trees outside the door and the lush green bamboo forest.
Wu Hanfeng said nothing and stood beside Jiang Shutong.
The wind suddenly blew up, blowing up the fallen petals. Wet water vapor filled the air, bringing a chill.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, gloomy and oppressive, and suffocating atmosphere spread all around.
I'm afraid it's going to rain heavily tonight.
Wu Hanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his voice calm, "When is tomorrow's trial scheduled?"
Jiang Shutong retracted his gaze from the distance and looked at him with a complicated expression, "Master Wu, do you really think... Xie Wuyang is the one who stole the Nightmare Stone?"
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