While Fan Zhiyi was asleep, Bing Nandong transformed himself into a clone and took the time to return to Tianyunmen.
As the head of the sect now, he still lives in the small courtyard where he and Fan Zhiyi lived, but he also has someone to take care of the house on the snow-capped mountains every day.
Sometimes he would handle affairs in the main hall, and sometimes he would go to the headmaster's bedroom. Therefore, many secrets were kept in the bedroom, and it was heavily guarded. Except for Bing Nandong, no one could enter without an invitation.
When the disciples guarding the gate saw Bing Nandong coming back, they saluted him respectfully. Bing Nandong nodded at them gently and distantly, then pushed the door open and walked in, then closed it tightly.
To be honest, although Bing Nandong had done a major renovation here, and the decorations, walls... were all brand new, he still felt disgusted as soon as he walked in. When he thought about who had stayed here, Bing Nandong felt sick.
He walked to the bookcase on the left and moved his fingers casually. The mechanism of the bookcase was triggered. After it moved silently, a secret door appeared on the white wall behind it under the spiritual power of Bing Nandong.
After that, there was a long dark passage with no lights. Bing Nandong could only hear his own footsteps when he entered. But after walking for a while, he heard the sound of iron chains rattling.
Bing Nandong sneered and deliberately stepped a little harder, and the sound of the chains became even louder.
Two cages appeared on both sides, and the sound of chains came from these two sides.
Cultivators have better eyesight than ordinary people and can see even in the dark. Therefore, Bing Nandong turned his head to look to the side and saw the human-shaped thing pierced and hung by countless iron chains. Pieces of flesh and organs were still falling from his body, and blood was dripping onto the ground, with a strong smell of blood.
Feeling Bing Nandong approaching, even though his mind was not clear, the fear that was engraved in his bones drove him to tremble constantly, and the sound of the chains never stopped.
Bing Nandong glanced at him, still wearing a distant and calm smile: "How does Ling Chi feel, Master?"
The man could not speak because his tongue had been pulled out and his eyes were holes.
"Well, let me guess. Every time you're about to die and think you've finally been freed, you wake up the next day and find yourself completely intact. The lingchi punishment has to start all over again. Isn't that devastating? But I've recovered a precious treasure today, and I'm in a good mood. So, I'll put the lingchi on hold for now and continue tomorrow."
This wasn't charity given out of good humor; it was clearly a far more painful form of torture. Halfway through the lingchi, he was forced to endure the pain until the next day to continue.
Bing Nandong looked to the other side again and realized that Bing Nandong was looking at him. The dirty and twisted thing that looked like nothing at all rolled and crawled into the corner.
Bing Nandong's expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Murong Xiao, why are you so afraid of me? Haven't you always wanted to be the Sect Leader? Even now, Lu Changfu is using your name to gather the former disciples and students of Tianyun Sect, seeking help from other aristocratic families in an attempt to rescue you and regain control of Tianyun Sect. It's quite interesting. You have to fight for your life and survive until the day when Lu Changfu attacks. Oh, and do you know how painful it was for Fan Zhiyi when he died?"
As soon as the name "Fan Zhiyi" came out, Murong Xiao immediately burst into tears like a madman, his bloodshot eyes widened, as if he had seen something terrible, and he apologized and kowtowed incoherently.
Bing Nandong immediately calmed down, his expression icy cold. He ignored them and sealed off the two places with a wave of his hand. Out of sight, out of mind. He felt sick just seeing them, but death was too easy for them. There were too many people to deal with, and he had to deal with them one by one.
He will not let go of any of the debts owed to Fan Zhiyi, owed to him, or owed to Zhuang Yujing.
Bing Nandong walked to the end and opened another secret room. The walls here were covered with densely packed talismans, and a magic weapon was hung in the center, which was specially used to conceal the breath. Bing Nandong collected and arranged for a long time before he found such a method that could avoid the prying eyes of the Heavenly Dao, which took him a lot of effort.
In this room, there was no torture, no blood, only silence and coldness. A young man was chained with a long chain with flowing runes on it, blocking his spiritual power, while the length was just enough for him to walk freely in the room.
Looking at the whole room, there was a table and a bed. There was some food on the table that could be stored for a while, but it seemed that it had basically not been touched.
Bing Nandong didn't care about this. He was taking care of this person. As for whether the other party would accept it or not, that was not his concern. As long as he looked alive and well, that was enough. He didn't have Fan Zhiyi's patience to coax people. He would eat when he was hungry.
The young man was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, meditating. Bing Nandong walked over quietly, squatted in front of him, and stared at him for a long time. His gaze was full of probing meaning. The young man was just awakened by this look and met Bing Nandong's cold eyes.
"Brother..." Cen Jun called out. His face was rosy, but his expression was not good. His usually cheerful face was now filled with gloom and worry. "Brother, please stop. Master and brother will see you like this. They won't..."
"Mr. Cen." After so many years, Bing Nandong finally called his name again. "Xiaoxiao, let me see what you look like when you smile."
He said this, but Cen Jun didn't feel any warmth. He didn't know what his senior brother wanted to do. He couldn't smile: "Senior brother..."
"What's wrong?"
Bing Nandong's response made Cen Jun pause. Senior Brother had never been this cheerful when he came here before. In the past ten years, he had rarely been in a good mood. What was going on now? The only thing that could make Senior Brother happy was, "Senior Brother, have you discovered something?"
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