Chapter 25: Sect Mission - Slay the Demon Lord
Everyone was taken aback, even Sheng Zhiyi looked up in surprise at Ji Fuguang's figure.
Qin Shaoyang frowned and said, "Senior brother, you actually..."
How could Ji Fuguang say such a thing?
Are we really going to risk the lives of all six of them for Sheng Zhiyi's sake?
How absurd! Even if these words were presented to the sect leader, Ji Fuguang would not make a shred of sense!
Qin Shaoyang prepared to stand up and have a good argument with Ji Fuguang.
Even if he had made mistakes before, Ji Fuguang's words made his previous mistakes seem less serious.
However, before he could get up, he felt as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on his shoulders, pinning him firmly to the ground. He couldn't move at all, let alone get up.
Qin Shaoyang's knees pressed heavily into the ground, creating two deep craters.
He suddenly looked up and stared straight at Ji Fuguang.
Ji Fuguang smiled, his phoenix eyes deep and mysterious.
"Do you think Elder Qin would turn against me with swords for your life?"
Qin Shaoyang stared blankly, his usually upright figure inexplicably appearing somewhat slumped.
He knew, of course, that it was impossible.
Ji Fuguang wielded immense power and influence within the Tianyan Sect. As the sect leader's personal disciple, he was highly valued and responsible for arranging and organizing numerous sect missions. Many secretly speculated that he would be the next sect leader.
Not to mention his cultivation level. Although no one knows the extent of Ji Fuguang's cultivation, they have all personally witnessed several elders asking Ji Fuguang for guidance on cultivation methods, and their words were polite and courteous.
He could even command the elders without complaint.
Elder Qin still has several direct descendants in the inner sect, how could he possibly break with Ji Fuguang for the sake of a mere nephew?
At this moment, Qin Shaoyang suddenly realized.
Ji Fuguang was amiable before, simply because he wanted to be amiable.
He can also take the life or death of others at any time without paying any price.
The only difference is whether he wants to or not.
Now... he seems to have given up...
"Senior brother..." Qin Shaoyang swallowed hard and said in a low voice, "It's my fault. I relied on my status and thought that the position of inner sect selection was rightfully mine. I brought others here, forcibly surrounded Sheng Zhiyi, and even mocked and humiliated her..."
He could use his status to do these things to Sheng Zhiyi.
Ji Fuguang could also use his status to do these things to him.
With the roles reversed, he instantly experienced Sheng Zhiyi's humiliation.
Under such humiliation, it was only natural for Sheng Zhiyi to retaliate in anger.
"I'm sorry, Junior Sister Sheng," Qin Shaoyang said in a deep voice.
Ji Fuguang's eyes swept over the others.
Needless to say, the others chimed in, "Sorry, Junior Sister Sheng."
Ji Fuguang lowered his eyes and looked down at the people in front of him.
"Can someone remember an apology?"
Just as Qin Shaoyang was about to apologize again, Ji Fuguang had no patience to listen to him. He took out a short whip, and the expressions of the six outer disciples present all changed.
The short whip was dark and shiny, with the words "Execution" engraved on the handle; it was used by the Enforcement Hall for carrying out executions.
The wounds inflicted by this short whip cannot be healed with spiritual power; they can only be healed by the body's own body.
Apart from the elders and the sect leader of the Enforcement Hall, I've never heard of anyone else being able to use it. I never expected that Ji Fuguang would have it!
"Arrogant attitude, besieging fellow disciples, harming junior sisters... do you admit to each and every one of these things?"
Ji Fuguang's lips curled up, but his voice was like spring water turned to frost, carrying a deep chill.
"We know we were wrong." The six voices rang out in unison, looking at Ji Fuguang with fear. "Senior Brother..."
"I will administer the three hundred lashes of the Enforcement Hall today," Ji Fuguang commanded, seemingly oblivious to the others.
Three hundred lashes!
That's enough to keep them bedridden for almost half a year!
"Senior brother!" Qin Shaoyang shouted, hoping to beg Ji Fuguang to reduce the punishment.
“Harming fellow disciples is punishable by expulsion from the sect according to the law.” Ji Fuguang’s phoenix eyes swept over them. “If you are not satisfied with the punishment, you can go to the Hall of Law Enforcement to appeal after this is over.”
He said coldly:
"Now, all of you kneel down properly."
Qin Shaoyang dared not speak further, and whispered:
"We dare not disobey."
He straightened his back, lowered his head, and exposed his back, awaiting punishment.
The discipline whip lashed his back hard, tearing through his clothes and striking his bulging muscles, instantly tearing his skin and flesh.
Qin Shaoyang let out a cry of pain and whispered the number: "1".
The others trembled as they watched him being tortured.
Ji Fuguang glanced over and asked, "Who dares to move?"
The other five people immediately knelt down again.
With each lash, Qin Shaoyang's back was covered in blood and gore.
He stood upright, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, soaking the ground in front of him into a dark patch.
"299...300!"
The whip finally stopped.
Qin Shaoyang knelt on the ground, looked up at Ji Fuguang, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for the lesson, Senior Brother."
He struggled to his feet, staggered, and barely managed to stand.
Ji Fuguang looked at Zhao Qi.
Zhao Qi's lips trembled, as if he wanted to beg for mercy, but he knew that this would be useless and would only displease Ji Fuguang.
After a long pause, he bit his lip hard and lowered his head deeply.
The sound of whipping continued incessantly. Zhao Qi's cultivation was inferior to Qin Shaoyang's, so he naturally couldn't keep counting. He occasionally let out suppressed cries of pain.
After being whipped more than two hundred times, he could no longer endure it and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
The others looked up at Ji Fuguang, awaiting his verdict.
But he smiled and remained unmoved, his expression unchanged.
The short whip continued to lash, and Zhao Qi's low moans echoed incessantly.
Finally, after the three hundred lashes were finished, Ji Fuguang spoke:
"You're only allowed to lie down because you're a menial laborer. Everyone else, kneel down."
Zhao Qi was extremely weak, but he still managed to speak, his voice weak: "Thank you, Senior Brother."
Qin Shaoyang bent down to help Zhao Qi up, and the two stood aside waiting for the others to be punished.
Finally, the six men finished their torture and stood in a row, supporting each other, looking at Ji Fuguang.
Ji Fuguang took out a spirit boat, rolled up his sleeves, and used his spiritual power to envelop the six people, sending them onto the boat.
"This spirit boat will take you back to your sect. After you return, carefully reflect on your mistakes today, understand?"
The six nodded in agreement, unusually docile.
With a flick of his sleeve, Ji Fuguang sent the six people away on the spirit boat.
He turned his head.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and the fan ribs of "Shining Snow at Night" pointed at Sheng Zhiyi.
Sheng Zhiyi had a lot to say, but upon seeing this, she immediately raised her hands to her cheeks, making a gesture of surrender.
"Senior brother, I acted impulsively this time, but they really went too far. Let me explain!"
Her gaze fell on the broken wooden box on the ground, and a look of heartache appeared on her face.
All the ghee-braised snails I bought with all my savings are gone!
She lifted her foot to walk towards Ji Fuguang, but forgot that Qin Shaoyang's sword had injured her leg bone. Her legs went weak, and she fell forward.
A sharp pain shot through her forehead. She looked up and realized she had bumped into Ji Fuguang's arms, landing squarely on his hard muscles.
Sheng Zhiyi tried to raise her hand to rub her forehead, but her left arm was injured and bleeding, so she couldn't lift it.
She couldn't help but sigh heavily, and said helplessly:
"Senior brother... I think I've become crippled..."
Ji Fuguang lowered his eyes and slowly narrowed them.
The girl in pink in his arms frowned, looking both distressed and aggrieved. Her body was covered in wounds and bloodstains, staining her pink dress in varying shades of crimson.
Ironically, this injury gave her a touch of arrogance.
It's as if it's saying, "I'm already so badly injured, please stop scolding me."
Did she think he couldn't do anything to her?
He could kill her right now!
Seeing that Ji Fuguang didn't speak, Sheng Zhiyi reached out her right hand and tugged at his sleeve.
"Senior brother, don't be angry. I really didn't mean to show off. I was just so angry... They went too far. They knocked all the buttered snails I bought for you to the ground, which cost me four spirit stones!"
She felt heartbroken, thinking that the spicy dishes she had made for Ji Fuguang were now unavailable for him to eat, and that the expensive desserts she had bought were now beyond his reach. She felt incredibly unlucky.
She stretched out her arm, showing Ji Fuguang only the wooden box on the ground, "Senior brother, look, it's all melted now, there's not a trace left."
"shut up!"
Ji Fuguang said coldly.
Sheng Zhiyi pouted slightly, feeling a little wronged, but still obediently listened to her.
But then Ji Fuguang pressed his long fingers against her lips, and before she could react, he forced something into her mouth.
"Ugh... ugh, what is this?"
The thing melted in her mouth, and Sheng Zhiyi couldn't even taste the saltiness or blandness; she only vaguely sensed that it was a round pill.
“Poison. You will die immediately,” Ji Fuguang said calmly.
"How could that be? I don't believe it!" Sheng Zhiyi grabbed his sleeve. "Senior brother, you would never do such a thing."
“Why not?” Ji Fuguang glanced at her, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile. “Right now, I’m thinking… when to kill you…”
"Then I can only cry in my senior brother's ear every day, begging him to soften his heart and let me go," Sheng Zhiyi replied with a grin.
If you wanted her dead, why bother saving her? You punished so many people, and in the end, only she was left. You were clearly saving face for her.
She didn't believe Ji Fuguang's threats.
Ji Fuguang coldly withdrew his hand. Sheng Zhiyi was startled, worried that she was about to fall to the ground. However, a warm feeling quickly rose from her dantian and traveled through her meridians to her limbs and bones. It was as if a small sun had suddenly appeared in her body, and her blood vessels were warmed by its light. It was also like taking a hot bath, washing away all the accumulated pain and fatigue. Her whole body was warm and comfortable, extremely comfortable.
This elixir is no ordinary medicine!
"Senior brother, could this be a high-grade pill?" Sheng Zhiyi asked curiously.
Ji Fuguang glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips. "Turtle-Snake Spirit Purple Saint Pill, one hundred spirit stones per pill."
One hundred spirit stones?!
She just swallowed a hundred spirit stones?
Sheng Zhiyi subconsciously patted her neck, trying to spit out the pill.
"One hundred pills???"
This number was an unattainable dream for a poor girl like her!
Thinking about how stingy she was with four spirit stones, Sheng Zhiyi's gaze toward Ji Fuguang became increasingly complicated.
She's going to fight the rich!
Suddenly remembering something, Sheng Zhiyi looked up and asked:
"Senior brother, how come you happen to be here?"
Ji Fuguang raised his hand and pushed the butterfly hairpin that had slipped out of her hair back in, saying:
"Let's go."
Ji Fuguang turned around and walked forward.
Sheng Zhiyi earnestly reminded him, "Senior brother, that direction leads to Qiyun City."
Ji Fuguang said calmly, "It's a sect mission to go to Qiyun City to kill the Demon Lord."
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