Chapter 3
Early the next morning, she was taken to the public execution site at Xingfeng.
Seeing her covered in blood, the disciples from the torture hall escorting her were shaking in their hands.
Yue Qiran forced a smile. Should she be grateful that all her efforts over the years could only be rewarded with trembling hands?
Except for the disciples of the Punishment Hall, the rest of the people stayed in mid-air, away from the Punishment Peak, so as not to have their spiritual power restricted.
In her confusion, the intermittent punishment reached her ears:
"Yue Qiran disregarded... and colluded with an alien race... and was punished to guard the Three Blades Abyss for a hundred years..."
Three Blade Abyss, the wind is like a knife. A disciple of Tiandao Sect died after staying there for only three years. A hundred years... This means she will die in endless pain.
She raised her head and looked at her master.
Her master, Qinglan Tianzun, stood in mid-air, dressed in a white robe, with an indescribable sage-like demeanor. He said calmly, "Yue Qiran, colluding with alien races is a capital crime. Now, considering that your contribution over the past two hundred years has only been to guard the Three Blades Abyss for a hundred years, what are you still dissatisfied with?"
Yue Qiran laughed in a low voice, which made many people frown.
Qinglan Tianzun finally sighed, his voice softening a bit. "Qi Ran, it's not that your master is cruel, this is already the best possible outcome. If it were someone else, they wouldn't even be able to keep their cultivation. With this cultivation, you still have a chance of survival."
She stared at her master. When had the master who loved her become like this? Was it when she desperately tried to expand the Ming Lan Sect? Or was it when her junior sister appeared?
She smiled bitterly, but made a decision at this moment. Since some things were destroyed, they should be destroyed completely so as not to leave any hope.
She closed her eyes and began to mobilize the little spiritual energy in her body.
"Oh no, she's going to self-destruct!"
She heard someone screaming as countless attacks rained down on her. She fell to the edge of the cliff, barely breathing. Countless blood flowed from her tightly closed mouth, and she felt pain all over her body, so much so that she couldn't even shed a tear.
Her master had forgotten, her fellow disciples had forgotten, everyone had forgotten. She was most afraid of pain, and Three Blades Peak was the scariest place for her.
Or maybe they haven't forgotten, they just don't care.
She closed her eyes and felt the feeling of her spiritual veins being destroyed. It turned out that this was what it felt like to destroy one's own cultivation.
Qinglan Tianzun was the first to notice something was wrong and called a halt to everyone's attack.
Xu Qianjia, who was standing to his right, said in a trembling voice, "It seems that the senior sister has ruined her cultivation."
Destroying one's own cultivation is equivalent to severing the master-disciple relationship in the world of immortal cultivation, and is a great disrespect to the master.
She struggled to get up. If it weren't for the environment of Xingfeng that weakened her spiritual energy, she would be dead by now. What a pity! Why didn't she die? Did even God want her to suffer a little longer?
Qinglan Tianzun's angry shout was heard: "Evil disciple, what are you doing?"
She looked at her master, knelt down, and kowtowed three times with all her strength.
First, thank you Master for saving my life;
Second, thank you Master for your kindness in raising me;
Three times, I apologize for my own sin of disrespect.
From now on, whether Yue Qiran lives or dies, it has nothing to do with you.
Although she didn't say it out loud, everyone present understood her intention. Qinglan Tianzun said coldly: "Well, from today on, Yue Qiran is not my disciple, let alone a disciple of Minglan Sect!"
He waved his hand and took out the spiritual trace from her sea of consciousness. A piece of white jade in the Minglan Sect's Spiritual Trace Hall broke, and the three words "Yue Qiran" were written on it.
From then on, her life and death had nothing to do with Minglan Sect.
Xu Qianjia said at this time: "Xing Zhan, why don't you take Yue Qiran away?"
Xing Zhan looked at her and finally signaled his disciple to step forward.
Unexpectedly, Yue Qiran smiled at them, then turned around and jumped without hesitation, falling into the abyss.
Qinglan Tianzun watched from afar, showing no emotion at all, as if he had forgotten how the innocent little girl had become the ruthless senior sister she is today.
"Qi Ran, I'll leave the junior brothers and sisters to you."
Just for one sentence, Yue Qiran sacrificed his entire life.
If she could live again, she would rather be a nameless mortal than the eldest sister of Minglan Sect.
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