13. Be flexible
"Pretending to be a ghost, intimidating fellow disciples, and even using hidden weapons to injure people in broad daylight?"
After hearing what Pan Yu said, Pan Qian looked in the direction he pointed. Seeing Hua Lang's posture, he couldn't help but frown and questioned coldly.
Seeing the people from their Discipline Hall, everyone would bow their heads in fear. Is this person ignorant and fearless, or does he just not take them seriously?
Whatever the reason, she had to go with them today.
"Catch her for me."
Pan Qian waved his hand and gave an order. Two teams of disciples beside him immediately stepped forward and surrounded Hua Lang.
A disciple from the Law Hall, who was wearing several kinds of magical instruments, took out a spiritual rope, closed his eyes and made a hand gesture, and the spiritual rope stretched out freely in an instant.
This spiritual light rope is a low-level magic weapon. Even a foundation-building cultivator cannot break free from it. Many outer disciples have heard of its great name long ago.
Seeing that Pan Qian and his men actually used this kind of torture device, some of the young disciples closed their eyes in pain.
Such a beautiful girl chooses to use this spiritual rope instead of other methods. It is easy to imagine what her purpose is.
When the spiritual light rope comes down to earth, the clothes are torn into pieces. No matter what the person who is tied up looked like before, he will end up naked and in a miserable state.
Finally, they were carried from the outer gate to the inner gate in the Discipline Hall. Even if they were lucky enough to survive the punishment, they would not have the face to stay in Qinglai.
"go."
The young disciple who was making the art of fortune-telling obviously had no mercy on women. He suddenly pointed his finger, and the long snake-like spiritual rope flew towards Hua Lang.
Someone immediately exclaimed.
What's going on?
"Go, go!" shouted the young disciple who controlled the spiritual rope.
But the spiritual light rope, which was as flexible as a snake before, now stood still as if it was frozen, stuck between Hua Lang and the young disciple.
Hua Lang folded his hands and said with a smile, "Why don't you continue? If you delay any longer, the cafeteria will be closed for lunch."
The disciple's face flushed red, his fingers trembled slightly, and he was unable to move the magic weapon forward even a little bit.
"What are you hesitating about?!" Pan Qian stepped forward, and the other disciples immediately made way for him.
"Brother, this magical instrument seems to be broken. No matter how I try to use my mental skills, it won't move."
"This is a C-rank spiritual weapon. Just because you say it's broken means it's broken? Get out of the way!"
Pan Qian walked up to the Lingguang Rope and wanted to hold it in his palm. Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the rope, the usually obedient Lingguang Rope rubbed against his arm.
Wherever he passed, pieces of clothing flew everywhere.
"Lu Yang, what are you doing! Let it go!"
Pan Qian pulled the end of the rope tightly, trying to tear the spiritual rope off his body, but this magical weapon was not so easy to get rid of. The spiritual rope suddenly grew longer and bound Pan Qian and his struggling arms tightly.
Lu Yang, the young disciple who controlled the spiritual rope, had sweat on his forehead. He recited the spell again and again, but still couldn't control the magic weapon that suddenly rioted.
For a moment, pieces of clothing flew everywhere in the cafeteria.
The onlookers were all stunned.
Especially Pan Yu, who is still waiting for his uncle to avenge him.
Even a man as thick-skinned as him avoided his gaze at this moment, not daring to look at his usually majestic uncle who was gradually becoming naked.
Hua Lang propped up her head and watched the scene with interest. She didn't move her other hand under the table until Pan Qian was left with only a piece of cloth covering his body.
The fingers flipped lightly, and the finger movements seemed to be casual, but when you looked closely, it was a perfect replica of the technique Lu Yang had just practiced.
Lingguang Suoyijue stopped and returned to its normal length, swaying in the air like a snake.
Only rags were left flying down.
Pan Qian was revealed, trembling with anger.
He was covering his body with a triangular piece of cloth that barely covered his key parts. His face was dark and he wished he could dig out the eyes of all the onlookers.
When Pan Qian was wearing the uniform of a disciple of the Discipline Hall, he still looked half human, but now he was naked and his movements were funny, just like a drowned dog.
Especially on the white buttocks that had never seen the light of day for many years, there was a black mark exactly the same as the one on Pan Yu's neck.
He is truly my uncle.
Everyone quickly thought about all the sad things again.
"Idiot! Look at what you've done, why don't you take off your clothes and give them to me!!"
Pan Qian was too embarrassed to bear it and even lowered his voice a few points when scolding, but in the silent cafeteria, every word he said fell into everyone's ears.
Many people looked at him with disdain.
In the past, he relied on the fact that he was the direct disciple of the master of the Discipline Hall to act arrogantly in the outer sect. He deserved what happened today.
Pan Qian hastily put on the clothes handed to him and hurried out with the disciples of the Law Hall.
Pan Yu reacted and stopped him.
"Uncle, you can't just let that woman go like this, right?"
Pan Qian was in a hurry to leave, as he had lost face and was already too tired to bother with this trivial matter, but his useless nephew grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly and he couldn't move forward even a step.
Fearing that something bad might happen to the dress again, he immediately slapped Pan Yu away and said hurriedly, "The Discipline Hall will act impartially. Since this woman is a first-time offender, she will be punished within three days. If she dares to disobey, the Discipline Hall will certainly not stand idly by!"
"Uncle!" Pan Yu couldn't believe it. He originally wanted to take the woman away directly. It would be up to him to decide how to convict her. In the past, his uncle also helped him punish those who offended him in the same way.
After waiting for three days, it would not be up to him to decide what crime this woman had committed and what punishment she should receive. How could he establish his authority in the outer sect?
Pan Yu was unwilling to miss this great opportunity and grabbed Pan Qian's sleeve again.
When the two were at a stalemate,
"etc."
Hua Lang stood up, patted her dress, and smiled slightly, "It won't take three days. I'll go back with you now."
Discipline Hall.
Pan Qian stared irritably at the woman who was touching and looking around in the torture hall, as comfortable as if she had returned home, and gestured to the disciple beside him.
The disciple immediately took out the thick bamboo slips, turned to a blank page, and asked Hua Lang, "What's your name? Which class of outer sect disciple are you from? Have you ever become a disciple?"
“…”
"Why don't you answer?" The young disciple frowned and walked to Hua Lang.
Hua Lang slowly withdrew his hand that was touching the crack in the bronze wall, and took away the bamboo slips from the disciple's hand while he was not paying attention.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Give it back to me!"
Hua Lang was at least a Jindan Perfection, so the little disciple's movements to grab her seemed to slow down several times in her eyes. While she was teasing the little disciple, she was still able to slowly flip through the bamboo slips in her hand.
The young disciple felt that he was almost able to catch Hua Lang several times, but he missed every time and was fooled around by Hua Lang like a stupid goose.
"Song Zhi, Sun Yunfei, Su Ke..." Hua Lang read out the names one by one. The bamboo slips became longer and longer, and finally even dragged to the ground.
When the last name was called, Pan Qian finally couldn't sit still anymore and stood up after slamming the table.
Hua Lang kicked the dazed young disciple away, threw away the bamboo slips he had finished reading, and asked:
"Are all of them victims of your collusion with Pan Yu and your abuse of power for personal gain?"
Pan Qian's face darkened. "I don't understand what you're talking about. The people mentioned in these bamboo slips all deserve their punishment. But you, on the other hand, have repeatedly caused trouble and disregarded the laws of Qinglai. I don't think there's any need to say more. Come, start the punishment!"
As Pan Qian slapped the copper table with his spiritual energy, the copper walls on both sides of the torture hall suddenly made a cracking sound, and the heavy walls slowly flipped up, revealing several torture instruments hanging on the other wall.
A disciple took the order and stepped forward, activating his own spiritual energy.
As the spiritual energy surged, a torture instrument on the wall, which was of uniform thickness but covered with iron spikes on one end, began to vibrate. As it shook, the densely packed small spikes flashed with a cold light, and its sharpness was self-evident.
"out!"
"What's going on?"
The torture instrument remained motionless, as if unwilling to hurt Hua Lang.
Pan Qian frowned, feeling something was wrong, but the disciples below looked at him for help, so he could only suppress his uneasiness, waved his hand to let him retreat, and called five more disciples forward.
With so many people here, there's no way anything can go wrong.
...half an hour passed.
Even though the five disciples had exhausted their spiritual energy and their faces had turned purple, none of the torture instruments on the wall could be moved.
Hua Lang smiled and feigned ignorance, saying, "It seems these hundreds of torture instruments all think your judgment is wrong, Senior Brother, and that's why they refuse to obey you."
Hua Lang approached Pan Qian and flexed his fingers, "Maybe if someone else were to do it, they would obey."
As soon as the words fell, it seemed as if he was responding to Hua Lang's call.
The torture instruments on the wall seemed to be injected with life. After vibrating violently, they broke free from their hangers, changed direction, and aimed at Pan Qian.
Some of the torture instruments were still stained with the blood of the previous victim.
"ah--"
The young disciples were so frightened by the scene that they sat down on the ground. No one dared to rescue Pan Qian, and they all crawled out of the torture hall.
"Who are you? I tell you, if you dare to touch a hair on my head, my master will never let you go!" Pan Qian threatened.
His pupils constricted as he stared at the densely packed torture instruments in front of him, fearing that they would move forward another step.
"Your master?" Hua Lang thought of the bloody figure last night, touched his chin, and smiled.
"Your master is probably still lying in bed."
As soon as the words fell——
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A shadow enveloped Hua Lang from behind.
Pan Yu cried out quickly, "Master, you finally came to save your disciple!"
Hua Lang:?
Hua Lang turned around and raised his head again.
A man with very deep features was looking down at her.
There were several thin whip marks on the man's face, extending all the way to the collar below his neck.
Hua Lang closed his eyes.
Ha, ha... look at what this has caused.
He was taking advantage of the fact that the other person was away to bully his direct disciple, but he didn't expect that the invincible cockroach in the world of cultivation was covered in blood yesterday, but today the wound has scabbed over and he is able to get out of bed and walk around.
Hua Lang loosened his grip, and the densely packed torture instruments in the air were about to fall down - Murong He raised his hand in time, and the torture instruments that were about to touch the ground floated up again and automatically hung back on the wall in the original order.
Pan Qian, who had been hiding behind the copper table, saw that the crisis was over and immediately complained, "Master! This woman's cultivation doesn't seem like that of a Qinglai disciple. She broke into our sect and even tried to beat up my disciple!"
Murong He: “?”
Murong He looked at Hua Lang again.
Hua Lang met his gaze and gritted his teeth, "That's right, it's just as your apprentice said. I just want to beat him."
Pan Qian was shocked by the woman's shamelessness, "Master!"
Hua Lang's thick skin obviously wouldn't let her stop there, she also said, "Fourth Senior Brother!"
Anyway, Mo Jinghong is here, so you don’t dare to really hit me.
After all, he really can make people spin like a top.
When Pan Qian heard Hua Lang call him "Fourth Senior Brother", the sky fell on his face.
He looked at Hua Lang in disbelief, recalling the "Legendary Junior Master" that had gone viral in the inner and outer sects a few days ago. The uneasiness in his heart slowly became a reality. It seemed like he had really hit a hard nail...
Murong He: “.” He just responded and continued to look at Hua Lang quietly.
Hua Lang's scalp tingled from being stared at.
Why doesn't he speak?
Is he angry?
He doesn't really want to hit me, does he? Is it too late to call Master now?
After watching for a while, Murong He moved. He slightly bent his tall body and stretched out his hand to Hua Lang in front of her anxious gaze.
The broad palm was empty, with only scars, old and new, interwoven into one.
Hua Lang didn't understand what this was for. She glanced at Murong He. Judging from Fourth Senior Brother's physique, she would probably be beaten into a puddle before the master arrived.
Hua Lang was flexible and immediately chose to reach out his hand honestly - placing a nut that had not been peeled yet in Murong He's palm.
Hua Lang gave a fawning smile, "Fourth Senior Brother, would you like some nuts?"
Murong He: “…”
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