Hearing the Qu family's words defending Qu Ya.
Qu Kai was so angry that he trembled all over.
As someone who personally experienced the two incidents of having his tendons removed, he has the most relevant experience to share his perspective.
He glanced coldly at the Qu family members who were speaking well of Qu Ya, feeling a wave of nausea.
This moment.
The indifference and ugliness of the Qu family were laid bare.
They all ended up with the same result.
Why not defend his older brother?
Qu Kai showed no mercy, mocking with every word: "What a picture of brotherly love and family harmony."
Upon hearing this...
Qu Ya looked hurt: "I know you feel indignant on behalf of your elder brother and have always resented how our lineage treated Qu Di. However, we must distinguish between gratitude and resentment. I am innocent, and the situation today is different from then."
He curled up, protecting himself, as if he was terrified that Qu Kai might suddenly attack him.
He has now learned from Qu Jian'er how to show weakness; he knows when to be soft, and it's always beneficial.
He had his back to everyone.
He smiled smugly at Qu Kai.
So many people pleaded for him.
He will definitely not have his dragon tendons removed and become a crippled beastman like Qu Di, unable to transform!
The thought came to mind.
He stopped in his tracks.
Red threads climbed up to him.
His arrogance was contained.
A flicker of panic crossed his eyes.
It felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his back.
A wave of dizziness washed over me, and my ears were ringing.
How could he forget Qu Jian'er's existence?
Whether or not the dragon's tendons are removed depends entirely on Qu Jian'er!
He wanted to turn back and beg for mercy.
Qu Jian'er used her backhand to push the people above the Dragon Pool.
The crimson threads transformed into the most elegant chefs, tightening little by little as they bound people.
Finally, peel back the tender skin and slowly extract the tendons and veins hidden in the bones from the flesh.
Qu Ya's screams echoed throughout the entire Dragon Pool.
In a short time.
Everyone fell silent.
They never considered pleading for them again.
Qu Jian'er said regretfully, "Why are you not saying anything? I was waiting for you to say something like, 'It hurts you as much as it hurts him.' That way, I could fulfill your compassionate heart and let you feel the same pain as him, experiencing the agony of having your tendons removed."
She smiled very brightly.
But it did not warm anyone's heart.
Once it involves a situation that concerns oneself.
Qu Jian'er seemed like a completely different person.
She was like a blood-red swan spreading its wings, fixing her gaze, filled with hatred, on everyone present.
It seems so.
Everyone is her enemy.
It was only glanced at.
Everyone felt like they couldn't breathe.
They remembered the nightmare they had three days earlier.
The space remained oppressive, the intense feeling of compression seeming as if it were about to crush them.
Apart from Qu Kai and his son, and Qu Sangu.
Those who pleaded for mercy were forced to crawl on all fours.
They understood.
No one can interfere with Qu Jian'er's decisions; anyone who speaks out without permission will have their dignity utterly destroyed.
The sound of blood dripping into the pool.
Bright red blood fell into the deep water.
But it only blurred one area.
Not long after.
A red silk thread, wrapped with many tendons, twisted and turned as if showing off its merits, as it approached Qu Jian'er.
Then observe its curves.
There was already no air coming out.
He lay on the shore, covered in blood and looking wretched, and no one dared to go up and help him.
Qu Jian'er: "Don't worry, I won't get the blood of my own kind on my hands, as that would be bad for my cultivation."
Her implication was that she wouldn't kill Qu Ya.
But she deliberately said it in public.
She just wanted to see if there were any smart people in the Qu family who could help her solve her problems and get rid of Qu Ya.
Perhaps it's because of Qu Jian'er's methods.
A little boy who looked no more than 10 years old looked up and dragged his thin body to Qu Ya.
The little boy placed his hand on Qu Ya's back, gently stroking her like a mother comforting her child.
An elderly man cried out anxiously, "Yan Yan, come back quickly! Why are you comforting him?!"
They were collateral relatives of the Qu family, five degrees of kinship away.
She only has one grandson, Qu Yan.
Even though she ended up with the tragic fate of a parent outliving their child, it was all orchestrated by Qu Ya's faction.
But she dared not appeal.
Witnessing Qu Ya being punished today, she almost wanted to roar to the heavens and shout, "This is so satisfying!"
But Qu Jian'er's methods are what they are; to act recklessly at this time would be tantamount to courting death.
But she never expected this.
In the blink of an eye.
The grandson ran out.
She was terrified.
Qu Ya gritted her teeth: "Uh..."
He is now filled with regret.
They could no longer muster the courage to fight back.
They sensed the need for reassurance.
Qu Ya opened her eyes and looked at the little boy.
Just one glance.
He felt as if he had fallen into an abyss.
Qu Ya thought of Qu Yan's mother. He had many women, but few of them could continue his bloodline.
He thought that since they were all wives of the Qu family, it didn't matter who he followed. He knew he couldn't extend his reach to the direct line, but he could extend his reach to the collateral line.
Unfortunately, Qu Yan's mother was inflexible. Even though she could have enjoyed wealth and honor by giving in to him, she stubbornly refused.
Looking into the little boy's eyes, Qu Ya recalled the image of his mother cursing him before she died, unable to bear the humiliation.
He shook his head, wanting to escape.
But the little boy pressed his head down.
The little boy pulled a hard stone from his sleeve, gripped it tightly, and smashed it forcefully at Qu Ya.
Each time it got more ruthless than the last.
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