Chapter 118: Divine Artifact He was all alone, feeling dejected, even if it was really...
"Do you know what that wandering cultivator looks like?"
The man smiled, "My fellow immortal, do you want the Acacia Dream Candle?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded.
The man said, "It's easy to recognize him. Come here tomorrow and see a blindfolded monk in green. That's the man."
Blindfolded in green?
Yun Wanzhou pondered for a moment, and after coming up with a plan, he bowed and thanked the few people before leaving.
After returning, Yun Wanzhou went to see Feng Yin first and asked him to go back to Lianwu first. He told Jiang Shutong the whole story of the evil spirit elimination and told him that he had something to sort out and needed to stay in Fengying Town for another day.
Feng Yin looked at him strangely for a long moment before asking, "What's the matter, Immortal Venerable? Can I stay and help you?"
Yun Wanzhou felt strange after noticing Feng Yin's probing and simply shook his head, "No need."
Feng Yin's lips opened and closed, as if he had something else to say, but when he met Yun Wanzhou's expressionless eyes, he chose to swallow his words back into his stomach.
That afternoon, Feng Yin returned to the mountain with a group of disciples.
Early the next morning, Yun Wanzhou went to the place where he met several cultivators that day and waited there early.
Just as they said, the casual cultivator selling the Acacia Dream Candle was very easy to identify. Yun Wanzhou saw him almost as soon as he appeared.
Fortunately, no matter how wonderful this Acacia Dream Candle is, it is just a toy for entertainment and is expensive. Most people just come over out of curiosity to take a look and ask a few questions, and then see which rich man will spend a fortune to buy it.
Yun Wanzhou didn't have enough money on him and was anxious to return to the mountain. He had no choice but to put down the jade pendant on his waist and told the wandering cultivator that he could use it to go to Cangqiong Mountain in the future and he would pay for it.
The wandering cultivator was knowledgeable and experienced. He felt the patterns and texture of the jade pendant and knew that it was worth a fortune. He also heard Yun Wanzhou's extraordinary conversation and temperament, so he nodded in agreement.
In this way, all he had to do was go back to the mountain to see Xie Wuyang.
Yun Wanzhou put away the Acacia Dream Candle carefully, feeling a little uneasy.
Speaking of which, I have given quite a few things to the two disciples before, but for some reason, today is a little different.
I was actually worried and uneasy.
Will Xie Wuyang like the Acacia Dream Candle?
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips, feeling as if he were going backwards. His long-held composure and calmness were suddenly thrown into chaos, and he was losing control. All those years of chanting the meditation mantra were in vain.
After returning to the sky, I should practice meditation more diligently.
Yun Wanzhou summoned Shattered Snow while thinking, jumped onto the sword in an instant, and flew towards the Lianwu Gate.
I have been delayed for a long time this time and I don’t know whether the trap I set up has been closed.
…
The trial day arrived in the blink of an eye.
The Wax Apple Platform has not been repaired yet. In the ruins, two supporting pillars stand in the center, and several chains are torn down from the top of the pillars and fall obliquely towards the center.
Under the chains, a young man was kneeling on the ground with his hands raised high and tied with chains.
He was dressed in black, with his head lowered and his hair disheveled, so his face could not be seen.
But if you look closely, you can see that the black clothes on the chest are like smudged ink, darker and thicker, stained with blood.
The wound has become numb from the pain.
After the ribs were pulled out, several elders discussed it and, fearing another accident before the interrogation, they managed to seal the dungeon where Xie Wuyang was imprisoned and forbade anyone to visit.
The wound remained bloody for two days until the blood dried up and the pain gradually turned into a dull ache, and finally numbness, leaving only a feeling of emptiness.
Below the stage, the disciples watching were discussing the matter.
"Who's that person on the stage? What did they do to cause such a commotion?"
"You don't know? The one on the stage is the Immortal Master disciple who became famous in the Lotus Apple Competition some time ago, Xie Wuyang—"
"Who would have thought that this Immortal Master's disciple was actually a spy from the Demon Clan? You really can't judge a person by his appearance."
"That's right. First it was Jiang Lin, the leader of the Lotus Wu Sect, and now it's Cang Qiong Mountain. I'm afraid our sect is doomed."
"Our sect has produced countless talented people. How can the demons compare? Even if the demon lord has extraordinary abilities, we can still find out all the spies planted in our sect."
"This immortal friend is right."
"Right! Why not kill this spy to show the power of our sect!"
The people around echoed the sentiment, their tone was full of resentment, and they wished they could eat the person on the stage and sleep on his skin.
There was a lot of noise in Xie Wuyang's ears, the hair beside his ears rose and fell with the cold wind, his hands that hung limply were swollen from the cold, the ups and downs of his breathing pulled at his chest, and suddenly he woke up from his sleep with a violent breath.
The dark clouds overhead made the sky dim and gloomy.
Xie Wuyang's spiritual power was sealed, and he was still seriously injured. His strength had been lost during the days of imprisonment. The only thing he could do was to raise his head with difficulty, trying to identify where he was, but he found that even his vision was blurred.
The physical exhaustion almost crushed him, and the movement of his lips caused a tearing pain, "Master... Master..."
"The time has come. Please ask the elder of the Lianwu Sect to interrogate us--" the Lianwu disciples shouted loudly. The elder of the interrogation had a serious face, was wearing a white robe with red edges, and held a long whip in his hand as he walked over.
The tail of the robe swept across the layers of stone steps, and the spiritual power blew through without being stained by dust, and finally stopped in front of Xie Wuyang.
"Xie Wuyang, do you admit your guilt?"
The vast expanse of floating ice, the bone-chilling cold, leaves no room for personal feelings. This is the executioner.
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and carefully identified the face of the person in front of him. Realizing that it was a stranger, he lowered his head, his expression difficult to read, and sneered, "Confess? What crime?"
The interrogation elder was not annoyed. His cold face showed that he was confident of victory. He raised his hand slightly, and the chains of the pillars tightened, dragging Xie Wuyang up. "Why did you sneak into Lianwu?"
"Hidden?" Xie Wuyang's throat was hoarse, and he exhaled after a while, "It was clearly you, Lianwu, who took the initiative to invite me..."
A golden spiritual light split across the sky and landed heavily on Xie Wuyang. The new and old rays overlapped, tearing the wound on his chest.
Xie Wuyang groaned, his consciousness blurred for a moment, but he stubbornly woke up.
Beneath the cold sweat on his forehead were a pair of sharp, sinister eyes that refused to admit defeat. "Is this how you, the Lotus Apple Sect, treat guests?"
As soon as he finished speaking, another whip fell.
Wax Apple Sect, interrogator, and a long whip.
According to legend, these three things together can even pry open a dead person's mouth.
This is because the long whip can change its shape according to the executioner's thoughts, or be big or small, or like thorns or covered with electric currents.
Xie Wuyang didn't think it was a big deal at first. He was all alone and lonely. Even if he really died, it was just what he deserved.
But when you are on the verge of despair, it is inevitable to be greedy.
He recalled those scattered dreams. In the dreams, Yun Wanzhou risked his innocence for the sake of his corpse after his death.
There was shock and resentment in those people's eyes. Some of them accused each other loudly, while others drew their swords and threatened each other.
Now the wax apples are on high platforms, clearly separated.
Everyone in the audience gathered, their gazes turning into blades, stabbing at Xie Wuyang, just as they had stabbed Yun Wanzhou in the dream.
Xie Wuyang suddenly wanted to be a good person.
Even if I don't die a good death, I just hope that I can leave behind a clear mind and be free from the dust of the world.
Ask the world to talk about you, not just about yourself, but to criticize others.
"I..." The pain was piercing his heart, Xie Wuyang's face turned pale, and his voice was stagnant for a moment.
"Do you plead guilty?" The interrogator raised his right arm high up, and the long whip passed through with electric current, with barbs growing everywhere.
Xie Wuyang's fingertips drooped limply, his body a mixture of blood and sweat, his voice so weak it was almost a whisper, "I... don't admit it."
"He's quite a stubborn guy." The interrogation elder looked at him with contempt and sneered.
The long whip in his hand seemed to have the power to break through the wind, and another whip fell.
The raised spikes tore through Xie Wuyang's clothes, grabbed a piece of flesh, and tore it apart violently.
Threads of electric current gathered together, causing pain throughout the body.
Xie Wuyang's stomach was churning. He bit his lips tightly to block the cry of pain in his throat, and he almost fainted from the pain.
Outside the barrier, someone in the audience looked reluctant and turned his head away.
"This... this isn't an interrogation, this is forced confession, right?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The person beside him lowered his voice and scolded, "Xie Wuyang's ribs were dug out by the head of Cang Qiong Sect himself. With so many heads present, how could he be wrong?"
"But the demons are not necessarily..." bad.
"Just shut up. You're speaking for the demons. Do you really want to die?"
The man raised his eyes timidly, pressed his lips together, and swallowed the rest of the words.
At this moment, a figure dropped from the sky and pounced on the barrier.
Liu Yuqin was wearing a long green dress, with a slender figure. Her three thousand black hair was gently combed. Sadness and pain were in her eyes, and her eyes were red. Her voice was so loud that everyone on the stage could hear it clearly, "The Lianwu Sect claims to be a prestigious and righteous sect, but now that the charges have not been judged, how can they abuse lynching?!"
Elder Guo was sitting on a high platform. Hearing the voice, he looked over and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am..."
"Elder Guo," Xu Pingsheng, who was standing to the side, took a step to the right and bowed, "She is my junior sister."
"Oh?" Elder Guo curled the corners of his lips with a faint smile, and looked at the audience sarcastically.
Liu Yuqin had a stubborn expression, her hands resting on the barrier. Her watery black eyes glanced gently at Xu Pingsheng, ignoring his advance. She stubbornly added the second half of her sentence, "I am Liu Yuqin, a disciple of the headmaster of Cangqiong Mountain. I'm here today for no other reason than to see my junior brother Xie Xiaoyou safe and sound."
Xu Pingsheng pursed his lips, glanced sideways from his arms, frowned, and gritted his teeth, "Junior sister, this is not the place for you to come."
Liu Yuqin pretended not to hear and raised her hand to pat the barrier. "Disciple, I dare to ask Master, the heads and elders, to allow me to come on stage."
Elder Guo frowned and was about to refuse when he heard a gentle and calm voice from the center, "The barrier is for interrogation. No one except the head elders can enter easily. Why did you allow it?"
Liu Yuqin's eyes flashed, and she opened her lips slightly, "Disciple has something to say."
"What?"
"The rib test says my junior brother is a demon. But people are good and bad. How can we define a person's intentions based on their status?"
Elder Guo's eyes were filled with anger. "Are you saying that the Lianwu Sect framed you? But that demon bone was cut open by your master himself..."
"No." Liu Yuqin shook her head, her eyes firm. "It doesn't matter if the demon bone is real or fake. The disciple's heart is the only thing that matters."
Elder Guo sneered, "Are you being ruthless?"
Jiang Shutong waved his sleeves and the barrier dissipated.
Liu Yuqin stepped onto the stone steps and walked forward. "I have brought the Cangqiong Mountain artifact, the Heart-Seeing Axis, and I hope all the Taoist friends from the Immortal Sect will come and take a look."
"Axis of Peeping?" People in the audience whispered.
"But the Mind-peeking Axis I was thinking of?"
"First, there was the public interrogation by the Lianwu Sect, and now it's Cangqiong Mountain spying on the Axis. Who is this Xie Wuyang?"
The barrier restarted, and Liu Yuqin stood in the center, holding the scroll in both hands.
Jiang Shutong's gaze lingered for a moment before turning to Wu Hanfeng, "Master Wu, is this also what you meant?"
"No." Wu Hanfeng frowned, "I never gave such instructions."
Elder Guo chuckled sarcastically, "So that means stealing the artifact privately?"
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