Ten years later.
Qin Shou lit an incense stick for Wen Qing...
(Ahem, just kidding, let's get to the main content.)
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Lingzhou, in the snowy northern region.
Cangxue Holy Sect.
Here, heavy snow falls all year round, and the cold wind is biting.
On the Heavenly Punishment Platform, nine platinum dragon-patterned pillars stand tall, each a hundred feet high, soaring into the sea of clouds. From each pillar extends a thick, dark gold iron chain, the other end of which is tied to a woman.
The woman had a cold and beautiful face, blood on her lips, and her body was being pulled into the air, enduring the wind and snow.
She was also nailed with twelve demon-sealing nails, each as thick as an adult's thumb, which pierced straight through her body.
His cultivation was sealed, and his foundation was shattered.
"Witch, where exactly have you hidden my grandson's soul?"
"Speak quickly, and I may grant you a quick and painless death."
On the judgment platform, a dignified white-haired old man stared intently at the witch on the Heavenly Execution Platform, who had endured twelve Demon-Sealing Nails yet remained silent.
It should be understood that the excruciating pain of the Demon-Sealing Nail is something that no ordinary person can endure.
Under normal circumstances, a cultivator at the Golden Core stage would be annihilated and die if struck by seven Demon-Sealing Nails.
But this witch has endured until now thanks to her extraordinary willpower.
"Heh, I killed him."
Wen Qing weakly raised her head, a cold smile playing on her lips.
"This is outrageous!"
Enraged, Cang Xiaoying raised his hand and unleashed another Demon-Sealing Nail, which struck Wen Qing's body.
"Ugh..."
A tender, mournful scream, her hair disheveled.
Blood streamed down her body, staining her crimson robes and the Heavenly Execution Platform beneath her feet.
Even so, the girl's face remained indifferent, as if the pain was not enough to make her even frown.
"Is this all the sect master of the mighty Cangxue Holy Sect has to offer?"
"Hehehe..."
Wenqing weakly let out a series of mocking laughs.
"Sect Master Cang, stop wasting words with this demoness and just kill her."
"Good. Sever her body, capture her soul, and extract the spiritual treasure sealed within her soul."
"Heh, if that's the case, that demoness will at best become mentally impaired, and at worst, her soul will be destroyed."
"Hmph, just a mere witch; she was meant to be killed anyway."
"Haha, I second that, but we'll have to discuss the ownership of this spiritual treasure properly when the time comes."
"................"
On the judge's bench, dozens of imposing figures sat high above, coldly looking down at the pitiful figure hanging below.
These forces suffered many casualties in their pursuit of this witch.
Fortunately, this demoness had great fortune and possessed a great deal of wealth, which was enough to make up for their losses.
However, the mysterious treasure she possessed captivated everyone present, each harboring their own secrets. Unfortunately, none of them had obtained that magical artifact yet.
"Hmph, you witch, you are a bloodthirsty and wicked man. Today, my Cangxue Holy Sect will act on behalf of Heaven and punish you with the 'Heavenly Punishment'."
"If you do not die by then, I will imprison your soul within the Azure Snow Holy Pillar, where you will endure the torment of lightning day and night."
With a cold snort, Cang Xiaoying lightly raised his five fingers and made a grasping motion. The nine platinum dragon-patterned pillars on the Heavenly Punishment Platform immediately burst forth with dazzling light. Countless bolts of lightning danced on them, converging above the Heavenly Punishment Platform and transforming into streaks of lightning that struck down.
"Ugh..."
Wenqing's hair was disheveled, her whole body was trembling, and there was even a rumbling sound of shattering.
His jaw was clenched and his facial features were contorted.
"Strip it off!"
With a cold shout, Cang Xiaoying used a secret technique to forcibly separate the spiritual treasure from Wen Qing's body.
Buzz!
Circles of patterns lit up in the void, and within the illusory image of a warm soul, a seven-colored pagoda radiated a hazy glow, slowly being peeled away.
brush!
On the judgment platform, everyone else sat up straight instantly, their eyes fixed intently on the pagoda.
"Is this the mysterious magical treasure?"
"Low-grade? Or mid-grade?"
"I've seen this demoness use it before. This pagoda not only provides defense but also enhances one's combat power; it's truly mysterious and unparalleled."
It should be known that spiritual treasures are extremely precious, and only those powerful individuals at the Nascent Soul or Void Transformation stages are qualified to possess them.
How could they not be envious?
"Don't even think about it..."
With tenderness and resolve, his soul enveloped the pagoda, enduring the corrosive effects of the Demon-Sealing Nails, determined to use his last bit of power to self-destruct.
While the power of tenderness cannot destroy the pagoda, the immense energy generated by the self-destruction of the soul will instantly pull the pagoda into nothingness, banishing it to any other place.
"Hmph, you still have the strength to self-destruct even in this state? Then I'll try driving all eighteen Demon-Sealing Nails into your body."
Cang Xiaoying sneered and was the first to react. With a wave of his hand, he fired out the last five Demon-Sealing Nails.
Eighteen Demon-Sealing Nails are enough to kill a powerful expert in the late Nascent Soul stage.
How could this little vixen possibly resist?
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
At this moment, on the judgment platform, the people from other forces also quickly stood up and cast a spell in an instant, trying to stop Wen Qing's self-destruction.
On the Heavenly Punishment Platform, the wind and snow howled.
Wen Qing looked up indifferently, watching the colorful spells pressing down on her like a tidal wave, and the five demon-sealing nails radiating a chilling aura... A warm smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
At that moment, it was as if all the past events were flashing through her mind.
Father, Mother... On Turtle Mountain, Master, Yi Cheng, Senior Brother, Da Mei... After descending the mountain, I met Luo Qianqian, my only true friend...
Finally, Wen Qing's memory settled on that peerless figure, whose lips always held a gentle smile as he looked at her, calling out again and again, "Little Qing'er, Little Qing'er... Your teacher's Little Qing'er..."
"They're gone."
"Master, your disciple is leaving..."
Wenqing lowered her head helplessly, quietly awaiting death.
In her life, she experienced happiness and sorrow. She may not have had time to repay kindness, but she certainly avenged wrongs...
She... has no regrets about having lived this life.
Whew~ Whew~
Before anyone knew it, the wind and snow on the Heavenly Punishment Platform intensified.
Those figures, rising in shock and anger, seemed to have their faces frozen in that instant by the wind and snow.
However--
The scene of the demoness's death that everyone had imagined did not occur.
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the lightning-streaked Heavenly Execution Platform.
He emerged from nothingness, bringing with him a blizzard; the moment he took his first step, heaven and earth resonated.
At that moment,
The sudden blizzard stopped howling...
The demon-sealing nails, which shot out, hovered silently three inches in front of Wen Qing...
And the countless magical spells and supernatural powers...
Everything seemed to have been frozen in time...
Qin Shou first looked around blankly, then his gaze fell on the figure that was already on the verge of death, and his hand hidden in his sleeve trembled involuntarily.
"My little lover........."
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