"The Jin family follows rules. If someone makes a mistake, he will be punished! Even if he is the son of the main branch of the Jin family, he will be punished!"

Golden walls, golden squares, golden walls, golden pillars, golden roofs, golden beams and cornices, everything is golden - everything is made of pure gold.

The polished and finely crafted building surface was carved with extremely delicate techniques to create lifelike patterns of mountains, rivers, and the rising and setting of the sun and moon. Powerful defensive prohibitions were hidden in these patterns. In the sun, these patterns reflected dazzling light, and the courtyard covering nearly 100 acres was wrapped in countless fine golden lights.

From afar, this courtyard and the vast gardens surrounding it that stretched for who knows how many miles were all covered in a layer of golden light.

In the square of more than ten acres in front of the courtyard, a young man wearing a golden robe and with a straight and resolute face was kneeling on the ground. In front of him stood a middle-aged man wearing a golden robe and a golden crown.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man kneeling on the ground with cold eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Jin Ao, are you convinced by the treatment of you by the clan? Do you have any complaints? Do you have any resentment?"

The young man touched the ground with his forehead respectfully: "I have no grudges or complaints. Jin Ao is convinced. If you make a mistake, you must be punished. This is the rule. We, the descendants of the Jin family, will always abide by the rules set by our ancestors."

"It's good as long as you are convinced. We are all family, we should always be harmonious and not have other thoughts." The middle-aged man sighed and said in a soft voice: "Then, first beat you with 300 golden dragon whips, and then send you to the back mountain to face the wall for a hundred years. This is already a special favor, and a special lenient punishment for you."

The young man raised his head and smiled: "Yes!"

The sound of heavy footsteps was heard, and two golden puppets, each fifteen feet tall, with golden skin, extremely heavy bodies, and all over their skin, with all kinds of strange runes and some strange mechanisms connected to them, strode over.

A puppet stretched out its hands, grabbed the young man's armpits, and lifted him up.

The young man naturally let go of his body and clasped the puppet's arms tightly.

Another puppet walked behind the young man, two blazing golden lights spurted out of the puppet's eye sockets. He swung his right arm, and a three-meter-long golden dragon whip as thick as a baby's arm whizzed out from his palm, forming a turbulent arc and hit the young man's back fiercely.

With a "crack", the young man's golden robe made of more than a dozen rare materials was shattered into pieces. The long whip covered with fine barbs scratched the skin on his back fiercely, splashing a trace of fire.

The young man's body twitched. He raised his head and roared loudly, "One!"

Another whip fell heavily, and the young man's face twisted, and he continued to roar: "Second!"

Whip after whip continued to fall, showing that the martial arts this young man practiced in the Anshen Realm were extremely powerful. After dozens of whips, the skin on his back was only slightly red, with a few small wounds torn by the barbs of the Golden Dragon Whip.

The golden puppet was extremely powerful. The golden dragon whip shone with light all over. It was a powerful divine weapon that could easily break even several feet thick steel. This young man was whipped dozens of times, but only had these few small wounds. This showed how strong his cultivation was. When he was in the Skin Refining Stage, his skin was tempered to be very strong.

If it were the gladiators in the Blood Killing Castle where Chu Tian was, even if the Ghost Tiger with the strongest cultivation was sent here, this golden puppet could whip him into two pieces with just one whip.

Time passed by little by little. Even though the young man had a strong cultivation base, the Golden Dragon Whip still tore his skin after fifty or sixty lashes, and directly hit his light golden muscles.

The youth's muscles were more flexible than his skin. The Golden Dragon Whip whipped him hard, and his muscles squirmed and twitched violently. He used an extremely strange high-frequency vibration to dissolve the terrifying force of the Golden Dragon Whip time and time again.

Even so, after a hundred lashes, the barbs of the Golden Dragon Whip successfully tore off small strips of muscle from his body, and light golden plasma began to seep out of his muscles.

Directly north of the square, in a large hall covering an area of ​​seven or eight acres, a young man who looked exactly like the young man who was being whipped in the square stood coldly at the door of the hall, looking at the young man being punished.

"Jin Xiaowu is also loyal and commendable. During the 100 years that he faced the wall to reflect on his mistakes for me, his family was well taken care of. All food, drink, and cultivation expenses were provided according to the standards of the descendants of the illegitimate Jin family." The young man put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "It's not easy to find a servant who is loyal enough and can be used these days."

The dozen or so men standing next to the young man responded in unison, looking at Jin Xiaowu who was being tortured in the middle of the square with a hint of envy and jealousy.

The middle-aged man who was supervising the flogging of Jin Xiaowu saw the young man standing at the door of the hall, but he seemed not to see him. He was calm and counted the number of lashes Jin Xiaowu had received.

The young man at the door of the hall sighed softly, turned around helplessly, and walked into the hall.

"I never thought that I, Jin Ao, would be in such an embarrassing situation. Those cruel and ruthless wolf cubs exposed such a big mistake. Hey, if Jin Xiaowu hadn't volunteered to take the punishment for his master, would I, Jin Ao, really have to be whipped 300 times and sent to the back mountain to reflect on my mistakes?"

As he walked, Jin Ao sneered, "It's really... irrational. If the ancient trolls really let anyone get away with their tricks, what can I find with my level of cultivation? What can I stop? According to the rules set by our ancestors, the people who go to the six great demon-sealing barriers to patrol and supervise the suppressed ancient trolls should be from all races..."

A sturdy man who was over ten feet tall coughed heavily, "Young Master, be careful with your words!"

Jin Ao shut up, sneered, and said calmly: "Do you think this incident, which is a counterattack by those wolf cubs from the side branch against our main branch, counts as it?"

No one said anything, and no one dared to agree with Jin Ao on this topic.

Jin Ao snorted coldly, and with a vicious expression like a wolf or a tiger, he came to the center of the hall.

A round mirror three feet square and roughly oval in shape, with countless sesame-sized human faces carved on its surface, but each one was lifelike and detailed. It was suspended in the hall. Jin Ao stood in front of the round mirror and faced his face towards it.

"Let's get started... Think about me, Jin Ao. For the next 100 years, I will have to live with the face of another person... Haha, I will not let go of any of those who made me look bad and embarrassed!" Jin Ao clenched his teeth and sneered: "Do you really think that they think they are important people just because they have made some minor contributions to the family and obtained so many slaves?"