Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Let the male protagonist of the fairy tale experience my love 20
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Meng Fuge hadn't even gone to look for the old man, but she hadn't expected him to show up. A sardonic smile flickered across Meng Fuge's lips as she headed straight for the source of the aura without hesitation. Finally, she spotted the white-haired, yet imposing elder. He stood there, like an unshakable mountain. This elder was none other than the highly respected Xuanqing Patriarch in the world of cultivation. "Meng Fuge, you act so recklessly, slaughtering disciples from various sects. Aren't you afraid of heaven's wrath?" Xuanqing Patriarch's eyes widened in anger, his voice booming like thunder in Meng Fuge's ears. Meng Fuge's brows furrowed slightly as she glared at Xuanqing Patriarch with disdain, a hint of sarcasm in her eyes. "Heaven's wrath?" Her voice seemed to question the word. A sudden thought struck her, and she asked, "Wasn't it you who was first to be wrought with heaven's wrath?" Her words, like a sharp sword, pierced Xuanqing Patriarch's face, causing it to darken. "This world of cultivation is a world of the survival of the fittest. If they have the guts, they can come and take my life." Her tone was filled with defiance, as if she completely ignored the so-called threats. "You old bastard, you'd better find yourself a grave!" "Don't forget, you've been forcing me under the guise of teaching!" Her words were sharp and unrelenting, clearly reflecting a long-held resentment towards Ancestor Xuanqing. Much of the original owner's personality was shaped by you, the old man. Ancestor Xuanqing had once demanded Meng Fuge's devotion to the sect under the guise of accepting her as a disciple. All of this was just an excuse; the real reason was Meng Fuge's exceptional talent, and he wanted her to be a lifelong slave to the Tianyan Sect. Ancestor Xuanqing's face was livid at Meng Fuge's words. He hadn't expected Meng Fuge to dare contradict him. With a wave of his sleeve, he instantly summoned a magical weapon and charged towards Meng Fuge. Faced with the sudden attack from Ancestor Xuanqing, Meng Fuge remained unfazed. She casually drew a talisman in the air, then waved it forward to meet the attack. In an instant, the talisman spun rapidly in the air, emitting a dazzling light as it fiercely collided with Ancestor Xuanqing's magic weapon. For a moment, the sound of magic weapons clashing and talismans exploding resounded through the sky, deafening. The surrounding disciples, terrified by the sudden and fierce battle, fled in all directions, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire. Meng Fuge was tired of playing; it was time to end. Ancestor Xuanqing flashed, and Meng Fuge, observing him, immediately lunged forward like a ghost, her speed as fast as lightning, leaving no time for reaction. She reached out and grasped Ancestor Xuanqing's collar with a clamp-like grip, instantly sealing his spiritual power. "Old man, you're nothing special!" Meng Fuge said sarcastically, a sneer curling her lips. Without hesitation, she pulled a black whip from her bosom, crackling with a piercing sound. A sinister grin crossed Meng Fuge's face, and as she swung the whip, a strange, piercing laugh rang out, echoing through the silent night air, chilling everyone's spines. "Now, it's your turn to experience my power!" Elder Xuanqing shuddered at her sudden action, his eyes widening as he stared at Meng Fuge in horror. Could it be... how could a dignified Elder be whipped? He quickly berated, "How dare you! I'm your Master! How dare you... Ahhhhh!... Ahhhh!..." Elder Xuanqing, whipped furiously, finally let out a heartbreaking scream, a sound that echoed long and lingering in the night air, sending chills down everyone's spines. Meng Fuge remained completely unmoved by his rebuke, her whip raining down furiously on Elder Xuanqing. Each blow was delivered with unwavering force, leaving Elder Xuanqing's skin ripped and blood splattered. Elder Xuanqing's screams echoed incessantly, a sound even more agonizing than a pig being butchered. The surrounding disciples were terrified, their faces pale and their bodies trembling, unable to even think of fleeing. After all, if even a figure like Elder Xuanqing was treated this way by Meng Fuge, what could ordinary disciples do? System 1314, observing this scene, felt an inexplicable pain in its back, and the whip felt vaguely familiar. Wait! It looked like the same one that had hit it! System 1314 decided to retreat to a corner; it didn't want to be treated any more. Meng Fuge sat at the head, admiring Elder Xuanqing's miserable state. In her memories, this old man had tortured her many times, and the current Elder Xuanqing was just as miserable as the original owner had been. She couldn't help but sigh, "Heaven has its own way, and no one escapes punishment!" Elder Xuanqing was nearly dead from the beating, but his eyes were wide open. He stared intently at Meng Fuge, hoping to pierce her. He'd thought his presence would earn her obedience. Instead, he was being attacked as well. How could he, a highly respected elder, allow a junior to take advantage of him? With a higher basic cultivation level than his, he absolutely couldn't afford to lose. "Evil creature..." "Bang!" As Elder Xuanqing uttered those two words, Meng Fuge's whip had already struck him. "You..." "Bang!" "Evil creature..." "Bang!" Elder Xuanqing: "..." "Behave yourself, thank you!" If Elder Xuanqing dared to utter a single word, Meng Fuge would whip him without hesitation, and would continue to do so until she dared no longer speak. However, despite her outward appearance of madness, Meng Fuge was actually someone who deeply respected her elders. Even though Patriarch Xuanqing was too embarrassed to speak because of fear, Meng Fuge would not be embarrassed not to whip him for this reason. After a while, Meng Fuge felt that it was a bit boring to whip Patriarch Xuanqing like this, so she cast her eyes on the disciples who were trembling on the side. She pointed at one of the disciples casually, "You, come here!" The disciple who was named was so scared that his face turned pale, his legs became weak, and he could hardly stand. He moved his feet with difficulty, and walked tremblingly in front of Meng Fuge, then knelt down with a "thump", and said tremblingly: "Senior...Senior, spare my life!" Seeing this, Meng Fuge showed a kind smile on her face, and she gently patted the little disciple on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, relax! I won't kill you."
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