Chapter 129 Chapter 129 “She finally did something she thought was right…
Lan Qi's applause echoed in the hall. It was so abrupt that it temporarily caused Jiu Zhao and Dong Shen Wang to stop arguing.
He clapped his hands twice more, then clapped his hands in praise, "His Highness Jiu Zhao said it well. He is truly the worthy crown prince of Sanqing Heaven!"
Jiu Zhao didn't know why Lan Qi clapped his hands, and he couldn't tell whether his words were a real compliment or a superficial praise.
She just stared at him without saying a word.
Lan Qi didn't mind the lack of response when he spoke, and continued, "Since both the immortals and demons have been able to cease hostilities and make peace, why should we continue to stubbornly adhere to certain outdated rules? Some of the people of Burning Sea have become city lords through diligent practice—"
"Heroes are always distinguished by their origins. We might as well take this opportunity to change the system and give those immortal slaves a fair chance to climb the ladder."
He never mentioned how to punish Yu Ling.
It was as if he had a telepathic connection with Jiu Zhao and paved the way for her opening.
Jiu Zhao knelt down and pleaded loudly, "Ye Zun is right. If the two races are to reconcile, we should complement each other's strengths and weaknesses. I beg Father God to abolish the immortal slave system! If this cannot be done immediately, should two more clauses be added to the Heavenly Decree? One to increase the punishment for harming or killing immortal slaves, and the other to allow immortal slaves to ascend to the path of immortality, rather than relying solely on their masters' kindness and willingness to request their release from slavery?"
Each of these earth-shattering words was more outrageous than the last.
More and more gods looked at Jiu Zhao.
Jiu Zhao maintained his kneeling posture, his shoulders and back were as straight as bamboo, and even his jaw was stretched into a stubborn arc.
Although everyone was talking at once, one person finished singing and another came on stage, the God Emperor on the throne remained silent.
At this moment, Yu Ling, who had folded her arms and crawled on the ground, curled up and sobbed like a quail, uttered her second voice of the day since calling out "brother": "Your Highness Jiu Zhao, Zhu Long, imprisoned in Wu Ri Yuan, was causing chaos. I remember that you and Prince Ying Luo went to eliminate him together. How could you, how could you feel so much pity for him at this time? Could it be that the demonic energy he released during the battle invaded your body and affected your mind?"
"It is natural for you to punish me, but I will bear the consequences of my own sins.
"But the Immortal Slave System was established when the Ancestral Goddess was alive. If it is arbitrarily modified or abolished, what difference would that make to disrespecting the Ancestral Goddess?"
He was able to stir up trouble for so many years, but was not abandoned by the Eastern God King and was always protected by him.
Yu Ling is indeed not as stupid and incompetent as she appears.
Her few words led everyone's thoughts to whether Jiu Zhao was colluding with Wu Zhu and whether he was disrespectful to the ancestral god Qiong Huang.
Several elderly immortals in the queues on both sides, who were devout believers in their ancestors' gods, immediately disregarded the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects and glared at Jiu Zhao.
Is it true that the Ancestor Goddess is always right?
Ultimately, gods are just humans with greater power and longer lifespans.
——No one is perfect. Who can be without mistakes?
Fortunately, Jiu Zhao still retained the most basic sanity.
When this outrageous thought came to her mind, she closed her mouth in time and chose not to reveal her feelings.
"I have not been deceived, but since we claim to be righteous, we should do our best to reduce evil deeds.
"The immortal slave system has been passed down to this day and has become a shadow cast by evil deeds."
Jiu Zhao said this without explaining anything else.
He raised his head and looked stubbornly at the Divine Emperor, bowing his hands: "Please, Your Majesty, punish me first to atone for my unkindness and inhumanity as a ruler!"
She no longer even addressed him as "Father God" and insisted that the Emperor of God deal with her impartially.
Faced with Jiu Zhao's repeated disregard for proper occasions, the God Emperor, who had always indulged her, seemed to be angry.
He spread out his five fingers in the direction of Jiuzhao, and a blue divine light shot out, turning into a rope that tightly bound Jiuzhao's body.
"A prince who breaks the law is guilty of the same crime as a commoner. Yishan, I order you to personally execute the sentence and punish the Nine-Zhao Divine Princess with thirty lashes.
"Someone, drag Jiu Zhao Shen Ji out of the palace!"
"Imperial Throne——"
Without looking back, Jiu Zhao knew who stood out from the crowd.
The secret message reached his ears without Yingluo's plea. At the same time, the God Emperor frowned and said, "Anyone who pleads for Jiu Zhao Shen Ji will be punished with the same crime!"
Yingluo fell silent, but refused to return to the line and insisted on kowtow to express his grievances.
Jiu Zhao felt quite guilty, and when he passed by the young man, he subconsciously turned his head to avoid his patient gaze.
…
After all, even if Jiu Zhao was indeed willful and naughty back then, he did not really cause serious injuries to anyone or take the life of the immortal slave.
A light punishment is a severe warning, five or ten lashes are more than enough.
But this time the God Emperor was obviously angry. Not only did he give her double the punishment, he also wanted to punish her in public without giving her any face.
The sky was bright and a whip with divine power was lashing at her back. At first Jiu Zhao wanted to maintain her dignity as a goddess, but soon she grimaced in pain.
She was wearing a red robe, her skin was torn and blood was flowing out, making the color of the fabric darker.
However, despite the pain in his body, Jiu Zhao felt an indescribable sense of joy in his soul.
After living in a daze for more than 40,000 years, she finally did something she thought was right.
Snap, snap, snap, snap!
It took half a day to complete the fifty lashes.
Jiu Zhao wiped the sweat off his face and hurriedly stopped the bleeding.
Then, with a slight stumble, he slowly entered the hall and knelt down again, kowtowed: "Your Majesty, I bow to you and thank you for your grace and for helping me to atone for my sins!"
Jiu Zhao Shen Ji has already been punished.
The mere sister of the God King cannot escape punishment.
The Divine Emperor's gaze fell on Jiu Zhao's sweat-mangled hair, then slid down to her pale, bloodless face. Finally, his expression calm and his voice solemnly declared, "The Immortal Slave Xue Liu has been unjustly humiliated. I am now freeing you from slavery and granting you a number of nourishing elixirs and a bottle of nectar to enhance your cultivation as compensation."
"Eastern Divine King Zhaoyu, for shielding your sister and covering up her crimes, I punish you by expending your cultivation to liberate the thirteen immortal souls trapped at the bottom of the swamp. Purify their resentment, bury their remains, and allow their spirits to transform back into pure energy, returning to heaven and earth to nourish the Three Pure Heavens."
"Also, immediately imprison the sinful immortal Yu Ling in the northern golden cage and punish her after the Spring Feast!"
Just like Yingluo is loyal to Jiuzhao, several of the Eastern God King's supporters also intend to speak out for mercy and protest their innocence.
But before they could open their mouths, the supreme pressure of divine power poured down, and the immortals trembled and knelt down without saying a word.
Dan Deng spoke at the right time to announce the end of the grand court meeting.
At the bottom of the stairs, Jiu Zhao was the first to bow and take his leave. He shrunk the snow willow and hid it in his sleeve, then was the first to walk out of the Ziwei Palace.
"Your Highness!"
Zhu Ying called out worriedly, rushing over to support her, "Are you okay?"
The intense pain burned his back like fire. Jiu Zhao pretended to be calm and waved his hands to show that he was fine.
Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of another figure approaching quickly.
It’s Yingluo.
She really didn't have the energy to explain anything to him now.
After removing her arm from Zhu Ying's elbow, she winked at Ying Luo's direction and said, "If he comes, I won't be safe. Please help me stop him."
"Hey, Your Highness—"
Before Zhu Ying could finish his words, Jiu Zhao left him behind.
On the left was his master who was hurriedly deploying the teleportation array.
On the right is Prince Yingluo who is getting closer and closer.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Ying sighed silently and turned to walk towards Ying Luo.
…
Everything is as usual in Lihentian.
No one knew what shocking news had just happened in Ziwei Palace.
Jiu Zhao felt that there was nothing more to hide, so he released Xue Liu in front of everyone and ordered Jiang Yu to clean up a side hall for her to live in.
"Your Highness, who is this fairy?"
However, he was in no mood to answer the questions from his personal maid. The posture that Jiu Zhao had been trying hard to maintain became loose like a deflated leather bag.
She turned around, revealing the back of her half-dry dress, and the strong smell of blood startled everyone.
"I am now meditating to heal my wounds. Unless the Father God summons me, I will not see anyone."
She slipped slowly into the bedroom.
Then he slammed the door shut.
Given Jiu Zhao's current physical strength, the damage caused by thirty whips is limited, and at best it is just some flesh wounds.
Even though the scene of blood and flesh splattering during the execution is very scary, and because of the divine power attached to it, the process of wound recovery will always be painful.
But nothing can hurt her foundation.
Father God finally showed mercy to her.
Jiu Zhao thought speechlessly.
If he were to be in the Dagan Dynasty of Yunsheng's time, this "crown prince" who had violated the rules would probably be immediately deposed and imprisoned.
After the bleeding stopped, he changed out of his sticky clothes.
Jiu Zhao picked out a goose yellow tulle long dress to change into.
The pain is unbearable when the wound is touched, so I can only choose soft and loose clothes.
She meditated for a moment when someone knocked on the palace door: "Your Highness, Your Highness—"
It was rare that Xiangbi would forget her blessings.
Jiu Zhao frowned, opened his eyes again, and thought uncertainly, it couldn't be that the Father God wanted to summon him over to continue punishing him... ?
She responded softly with a nasal voice and asked, "What is it?"
Xiangbi replied, "The Lord of Karma from the Burning Sea sent healing medicine, and he also said he was very worried and wanted to see you before leaving."
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