Chapter 25 Immortal Lord 025%
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Pei Ziyi has waited for this moment for too long.
A hundred years ago, he was the sole disciple of the Myriad Laws Emperor, enjoying immense fame and glory. He had thought he could inherit the Immortal Ruins and become the next Myriad Laws Emperor, but Xie Qingxun appeared and robbed him of everything.
Not only did he steal half of his master's favor, he also took away the fame and power that should have belonged to him, making him a laughing stock in the entire cultivation world.
"Junior brother, I'm sorry." Holding the dragon bone whip tightly, Pei Ziyi struck the first blow without mercy.
The dragon bone whip was a divine spiritual weapon, capable of tearing flesh apart with one blow. To prevent the victim from struggling due to the unbearable pain, they were bound hand and foot with chains and hung on the torture platform.
Xie Qingxun was no exception, even though he was an immortal. His arms were suspended high in the air and entangled in circles of chains. He lowered his face and endured the first whip with all his might.
Snap——
The chain shook violently, and the whip left a glaring blood mark on Xie Qingxun's snow-white robe.
Pei Ziyi's eyes flashed with excitement. This was the first time in his life that he had the upper hand. Seeing Xie Qingxun endure the pain without a sound, he whipped him harder, lashing him out dozens of times in a row.
"This is too much." Di Shu clenched his fists tightly and shook the sickle on his waist a few times.
Qu Yaoyao was close to him, the tip of the sickle hovering just above her head, forcing her to sway to the side. Her legs were numb from squatting, and she went from initially indifferent to it to looking up from time to time. The muffled crack of the whipping sounded in her ears, and she finally stared blankly at the stage, unable to move her eyes.
"How many more whips are there?" Qu Yaoyao murmured softly, feeling that Xie Qingxun had been beaten for a long time.
Di Shu was naturally in no mood to pay attention to her. It was Chong An who whispered in her ear: "There are still fifty-two lashes."
He's only been whipped more than twenty times?
Qu Yaoyao's eyes widened as she saw that Xie Qingxun's chest and arms were covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained with blood, which looked extremely terrifying.
Pei Ziyi seemed to be deliberately embarrassing Xie Qingxun. He whipped Xie Qingxun again and hit him hard on the neck. The tail of the whip swept across his hair crown, and the gold-inlaid jade fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Sorry, junior brother." Pei Ziyi said hypocritically.
Without the jade crown to hold his hair together, Xie Qingxun's jet-black hair fell down, cascading down his back and in front of him. Blood from his neck splattered onto his chin. The silent man fluttered his eyelashes and suddenly chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?" Pei Ziyi narrowed his eyes.
Even with his hair disheveled, Xie Qingxun didn't look disheveled. Instead, his delicate features softened and made him look less sickly. With a smile still on his lips, Xie Qingxun slowly raised his face and spoke clearly and steadily, "I'm laughing at you, Senior Brother. You're still so slow and talkative when doing things."
Just like the competition that year, when Pei Ziyi was trying to defeat him with the sword technique that Wanfa Shengzun had just taught him, Xie Qingxun stabbed his sword straight at his right eye, leaving an incurable scar on his face.
At that time, Xie Qingxun did not feel guilty, nor did he pretend to be careless or apologize. He just nonchalantly mocked him after putting away his sword, "You talk too much."
So why all this nonsense? Did he think he could be hurt by such a frivolous boast, or did he think the pain of a few lashes would make him beg for mercy and get scared?
"Brother, please hurry up." Xie Qingxun rolled the overlong chain around his arm and taunted him again, "Wangxu has important matters that need my attention. I don't have time to waste on this torture platform."
"Okay." Pei Ziyi was touched on a sore spot by him and said "Okay" twice in a row, "Since Junior Brother is not afraid of pain, then Senior Brother will not be polite."
Xie Qingxun's face turned pale and he closed his eyes. "As soon as possible."
Their conversation was quiet, but the onlookers, all cultivators, heard everything. Even Qu Yaoyao, crouching in the corner, could roughly hear the conversation on the platform and couldn't help but say, "Is he crazy..."
Why did you want to provoke Pei Ziyi at this time? Did you think the beating he gave you wasn't painful enough?
"Thirty-one."
"Thirty-two." Di Shu gritted his teeth and began to count the number of times Xie Qingxun whipped him.
Qu Yaoyao felt pain all over her body when she saw this, and she couldn't help but count silently in her heart along with him.
By the 70th whip, Xie Qingxun's white clothes had turned into blood. He remained silent, his eyes closed and his lips pale. A strand of hair was stained with blood from his neck, and the blood was sticky and dripping down his cheek, gathering into a small pool on the ground.
By the 81st time, Xie Qingxun's expression remained unchanged, but Pei Ziyi's face gradually became distorted, and he seemed to be unable to hold it back any longer.
Pei Ziyi's right eye felt a slight pain, and his mind was full of the competition that took place a hundred years ago.
They were all still young at that time. Pei Ziyi, as the Emperor's first disciple, had started practicing several years earlier than Xie Qingxun, so he underestimated his opponent and used his unskilled new sword moves, which attracted envious exclamations from the audience.
He had no ill intentions, he just wanted Xie Qingxun to recognize his own identity, to imply that he was the master's favorite disciple. But he didn't expect Xie Qingxun to be so ruthless. He didn't let him intervene at all, and he didn't even ask why the master taught him new sword moves instead of him. He was cold and emotionless.
That sword strike allowed Pei Ziyi to see Xie Qingxun's true face clearly, and he also discovered that his junior brother was not as gentle and selfless as he appeared to be.
As the longsword hurtled toward his right eye, Pei Ziyi clearly saw the malice in Xie Qingxun's eyes. He looked down upon him with cold arrogance, as if he were an ant. This was definitely not the state of mind of a benevolent cultivator. If he hadn't dodged quickly, the sword would have pierced his eye, perhaps even killed him.
"Eighty-one." The last whip fell.
Pei Ziyi was immersed in his memories, his eyes red with anger, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, he raised his arm again and slapped Xie Qingxun.
This time, he aimed the whip at Xie Qingxun's face, secretly using magic to attack, and also wanted to leave an incurable wound on Xie Qingxun's face.
despair.
The whip fell, leaving only the tail of the whip sweeping across Xie Qingxun's cheek, leaving a long, thin scar on his right cheek.
The 82nd whip did not destroy Xie Qingxun's face as expected.
The whip was stopped by a pale, powerful hand, blood dripping from between the fingers. Xie Qingxun raised his eyes and looked at Pei Ziyi coldly, his lips stained with blood, a strange crimson. "Brother, what do you mean by this?"
Pei Ziyi didn't expect that Xie Qingxun still had the strength to stop him. His expression froze slightly and he pretended to be confused.
The headmaster below the stage reminded: "Zi Cang Immortal Venerable, the punishment of eighty-one lashes has been completed."
"I see." Pei Ziyi pretended to feel guilty and opened his mouth to say something to Xie Qingxun when suddenly there was a cry of surprise from the audience. Pei Ziyi realized something was wrong and wanted to pull back the dragon bone whip but it was too late. He watched the whip break inch by inch in Xie Qingxun's hand.
"What are you doing!" Pei Ziyi couldn't hold back his expression any longer.
Although this dragon bone whip is a punishment whip of the Du'eyuan, it is also his private magic weapon and is not easy to obtain.
Xie Qingxun seemed not to be able to feel his anger, and his five fingers opened slightly. As he loosened his hand, the bone whip broke and fell to the ground and shattered into pieces like the jade crown before.
"This is my apology, senior brother." Xie Qingxun said slowly, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his cheek, and shook off the chains that were binding him.
Since the establishment of the Wanmen Immortal Sect, no one has ever been able to leave standing after being beaten with a dragon bone whip. However, Xie Qingxun not only did it, but also destroyed the dragon bone whip with his bare hands.
No one would have known that Xie Qingxun had long wanted to destroy the whip. Now, under absolute pressure, no one dared to speak out and rebuke his actions. When he got off the high step, Di Shu hurried to help him, but Xie Qingxun dodged him and frowned, saying, "No need."
He's not so useless that he can't even withstand a dragon bone whip.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Qu Yaoyao trying to escape by sliding over the wall. Their eyes met, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and ordered, "Come back."
Qu Yaoyao didn't know what was happening. By the time she reacted, her legs were already running towards Xie Qingxun uncontrollably.
What is going on? !
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In Longyun Tower, Xie Qingxun kissed Qu Yaoyao on the forehead and cast a tracking spell to prevent her from escaping again.
The tracking technique not only allows Xie Qingxun to sense Qu Yaoyao's location, but also allows him to control her with just a slight thought, making Qu Yaoyao obedient.
Qu Yaoyao was taken back to Xie Qingxun's palace again. The difference this time was that the real owner of the palace came back.
It was not until the palace door closed and she and Xie Qingxun were the only ones left in the room that she realized that Xie Qingxun was not as calm as he appeared. He was seriously injured and fell to his knees almost as soon as he entered the room.
"Help me to the bathroom." Seeing Qu Yaoyao standing there without any response, Xie Qingxun ordered again.
Qu Yaoyao was forced to step forward to help the man. Fortunately, only her body was restrained, not her speech. After struggling to help the man up, she whispered, "Why don't you ask your disciples to help you?"
Xie Qingxun pressed most of his body on Qu Yaoyao, his face pale and almost transparent.
He was in such a state that even simply raising his hand was extremely difficult. How could he let others see him? Several layers of clothes had drained all his strength. Xie Qingxun's fingers trembled and he gasped lightly. He leaned against the table and sat at an angle for a while before speaking again: "Help me take it off."
He didn't use control this time.
Qu Yaoyao puffed up her cheeks and walked towards him without reacting. She squatted beside him and saw that his inner clothes were all covered in blood. She couldn't help but slow down her movements and helped him slowly take off the wet clothes.
Eighty-one lashes, most of them landed on Xie Qingxun's chest. Without the cover of his clothing, the hideous marks of whiplash spread across his upper body, leaving almost no intact flesh. Besides the worst mark on his neck, two bloody holes remained on either side of Xie Qingxun's shoulder blades. Seeing this, Qu Yaoyao felt weak and gasped.
"Don't do bad things again in the future." Qu Yaoyao couldn't help but speak out.
She didn't dare to think about how painful it would be for someone to get these wounds, but no matter how painful it was, it was what he deserved. Xie Qingxun had killed too many people, and she had no right to negotiate forgiveness for anyone.
Xie Qingxun curled the corners of his lips silently, as if mocking her naivety, until Qu Yaoyao placed her hand on his waist. His eyelids twitched, "Enough."
Qu Yaoyao looked up blankly, "Don't you take off your pants when you take a shower?"
Xie Qingxun glanced at her and asked, "Do you still want to see?"
"What are you looking at?" Qu Yaoyao didn't understand.
Xie Qingxun blew a sigh and brushed her hand away. After a while, he supported himself with his arms and stood up, then sat down in the water with difficulty.
This was the medicinal spring Xie Qingxun had prepared long ago. Ever since he decided to save Qu Yaoyao, he had anticipated this day would come. He hadn't anticipated how Qu Yaoyao would turn the tables on him. Those few, lighthearted words nearly exposed his years of planning, both ruthless and steady.
"Qu Yaoyao." As his body sank into the water, the water around Xie Qingxun turned light pink.
After he regained some strength, he slowly asked, "Who was the person who spoke at the temple gate that day?"
"What?" Qu Yaoyao didn't know what he was doing.
Xie Qingxun looked at her, his wet hair draped behind his shoulders. His face was still pale from being bathed in the medicinal spring. His dark phoenix eyes seemed to see through her. "I can sense that the person who spoke at the palace gate that day was not you."
Perhaps he still had doubts at first, but when he called Qu Yaoyao to Du'eyuan to accompany him for several days in a row, he carefully observed the little girl and found that even though she kept complaining that she hated him, her feelings for him were still pure and harmless, without any evil thoughts or murderous intentions.
And that day in front of Chengyu Palace, Qu Yaoyao's malicious provocation towards him was full of blatant evil intentions, which were two completely contradictory auras.
If 'she' can't be Qu Yaoyao, then who could that person be?
Is this the real Qu Yaoyao? Or does this body hide secrets he hasn't discovered yet?
Qu Yaoyao was a little confused. She hadn't expected Xie Qingxun to be so perceptive. At this time, Chong'an seemed to have fallen asleep and hadn't spoken to help her. She had no choice but to play dumb. "I just said it casually at the time. Who else could it be?"
Xie Qingxun caught the panic on her face and sneered, "Don't you know who he is best?"
Qu Yaoyao said stubbornly, "I don't understand what you are saying."
"Xie Qingxun, are you having problems after being beaten with the dragon bone whip?"
And you dare to scold him.
"Is it me or you who's got the problem?" Xie Qingxun's strength was severely depleted, and he didn't have the energy to play along with Qu Yaoyao. Closing his eyes, he simply gathered his strength and adjusted his physical condition. Finally, he warned, "Qu Yaoyao."
"You'd better hide your little secrets and don't let me find out."
Qu Yaoyao pretended not to understand and ran out of the bathroom on the pretext of something, "I'd better go find Di Shu to check on you."
Returning to the main hall, she tried to push the door open and leave, but found herself still trapped in the formation.
"Forget it." Qu Yaoyao gave up on herself and sat down on the golden chair.
Stroking the golden phoenix sculpture on the chair, she looked around cautiously towards the bathroom, poked the pendant around her neck and whispered, "Chong'an, are you still there?"
"Why aren't you talking again..." Qu Yaoyao mumbled vaguely, resting her chin on her arms, not knowing what to do.
She sat in the main hall for a long time, but Xie Qingxun didn't come out.
Thinking that it would be better if he never came out, Qu Yaoyao's eyelids felt heavy and she felt sleepy, and she fell asleep out of boredom.
She didn't know how long it had been like this when she suddenly felt an itch on the side of her cheek. She raised her hand to touch it and seemed to touch something soft and cool like hair. She opened her eyes with a start and saw Xie Qingxun's enlarged face.
"What are you doing?" Qu Yaoyao curled up on the spacious golden chair and shrank back, speaking in a sleepy nasal voice.
Xie Qingxun was only wearing a thin inner garment, and the small piece of fabric was soaked by the water vapor. He leaned over with his arms on the armrest, trapping Qu Yaoyao in his arms, at a very close distance.
A trace of evil spirit emanated from Xie Qingxun's body. Xie Qingxun was seriously injured and could hardly suppress it. His dark pupils began to change color, so he gave another order: "Qu Yaoyao."
"Kiss me."
The author has something to say: When Xiao Xie was injured and his disciple wanted to help him, he said: No need, I am not that useless.
Facing Yaoyao: Yaoyao supports me, Yaoyao helps me undress, Yaoyao kisses me.
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