Chapter 170: Everything He Says Is Right; Even If He Claims There’s a Sun at Night, I’ll Believe It
A cultivator of the Union Realm had fallen so easily into the Saint Soul Banner.
Upon entering the Saint Soul Banner, Su Qianhe still harbored so expectation. In his eyes, he was still an Elder of the Sacred Land of Lingxu—no matter what, his treatnt shouldn’t be that bad.
After all, in the past, when they punished those so-called righteous cultivators who had committed evil deeds, they were also imprisoned. Though they couldn’t cultivate, their basic living conditions were far from poor.
They were still provided good food and drinks.
Moreover, Li Tianwei had told him to accumulate rit, cleanse his sins, and that one day, it wouldn’t be impossible for him to regain his human body.
Therefore, when Su Qianhe was slain, he hadn’t been worried. In fact, upon entering the Saint Soul Banner, he even felt a faint trace of excitent.
However, very soon, his fantasy was shattered.
The mont he entered the banner—
Blood-curdling screams echoed beside Su Qianhe’s ears. As soon as he looked around, he saw rows of cultivators tightly bound by chains forged from Resentnt Energy and Evil Qi. On the other side, a few seemingly frail souls held iron pliers in their hands, prying open the mouths of those evil souls and pulling out their tongues—yanking, tearing.
Because their tongues were stretched and torn, the pain was unimaginable. Yet they could only scream in place, faces twisted in agony and despair.
Next, Su Qianhe caught sight of others—evil souls having their fingers cut off, or being hung upon iron trees and flayed alive; behind them were more, set above boiling steam, their flesh roasting.
Amidst these scenes, Su Qianhe began to feel a very bad premonition.
When he tried to ask the Ancestor of Heavenly Blood and the others what was happening, he realized they had long vanished.
Soon after, a few frail ghostly souls drifted before him, sizing him up as though making a judgnt.
"A newcor has arrived. Start with tongue-pulling!"
Upon seeing these weak spirits, Su Qianhe instinctively felt disgust, even wanting to wave his hand to annihilate them. Yet, when he tried to act, he discovered that the Divine Soul Power of his Union Realm cultivation had completely dissipated.
"I am an Ancestor of the Sacred Land of Lingxu! Head Li sent here to cleanse my sins—he will later help rebuild my body!"
Realizing this was Li Tianwei’s doing, Su Qianhe imdiately tried to use his status to intimidate them.
He believed his authority would terrify the little ghosts—but instead, they began laughing.
"Hahaha! Ancestor of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, is it? There are plenty of those here! Even Ancestors from the Sacred Land of Baiyuan, and one who seems to be from the Blood Fiend Sect..."
"Besides, he said that for you to cleanse your sins, this is the thod!"
Before Su Qianhe could react, the very little ghosts he wouldn’t have spared a glance at before pointed toward the region where the others were being tortured.
Hearing this, Su Qianhe’s face turned ashen. He tried to form hand seals to escape, but to no avail.
The little ghosts already moved in to seize him. At that mont, Su Qianhe realized that all his power had utterly vanished.
"No, no! I refuse! Do you little ghosts know who I am? How dare you—"
He struggled frantically, but it was useless. When they pushed him onto the tongue-pulling platform and the ghosts pried open his mouth with the iron pliers, he finally understood—it was over.
"Ah! No, no—wuuu, wuuu—"
Despair. Fear. Agony. Every emotion surged within him.
The torture began. And at that instant, Su Qianhe finally understood what Li Tianwei ant by “cleansing one’s sins.”
"Do you know who my Ancestor is?! I am the Guardian of the Sacred Land of Lingxu—!"
As Su Qianhe wailed in tornt, a familiar voice echoed beside his ear. Filled with hatred, he turned to see Su Changde.
It was him.
It was him!
Because of him, Li Tianwei had slain him, stripping him of his forr status and casting him into this hellish place.
Unwillingness. Despair...
"You lied to , Li Tianwei! And you, Su Changde—no, no—!"
Su Qianhe scread, never once believing that he was wrong.
anwhile, on the other side of the Evil Soul Banner, the returning Ancestor of Heavenly Blood, Yun Danzhi, and the others finally had a mont of rest—only to be imdiately bound and dragged onto another torture platform.
Yet upon hearing Su Qianhe’s screams, they oddly felt a little better.
The sharp cries of agony within the Evil Soul Banner echoed endlessly, never ceasing.
Outside, Li Tianwei—who had completely subdued Su Qianhe—understood that this was far from over.
"Never thought there’d co a day I’d raise my hand against the Sacred Land of Lingxu."
After all that had happened—from West-Ling City to Jing’an City—Li Tianwei had realized: his enemies were not just Evil Demons, not just the other Sacred Lands, nor the Demonic Sects… even the Sacred Land of Lingxu itself was one of them.
"What am I challenging, exactly? Order itself?"
Li Tianwei knew well that his strike this ti was aid straight at the absolute authority that lood over the entire cultivation world.
"So things simply must be corrected. After all, I am the protagonist. I must stand against everything in this world—the wrong one isn’t , it’s the entire cultivation world."
After sighing with emotion, Li Tianwei swept his Divine Sense over Jing’an City below.
The previously fleeing Fei Xuzi, who had been observing from the shadows, felt Li Tianwei’s divine sense descend upon him. At that mont, all traces of disdain vanished.
Having personally witnessed Li Tianwei suppress and slay the mighty Su Qianhe, Fei Xuzi could only think—What a perfect sweep, what a magnificent display of might! This is the authority the Head of the Sacred Land of Lingxu ought to have!
"Co here."
As Fei Xuzi was thinking, Li Tianwei’s transmission reached him.
Upon hearing Li Tianwei’s voice, every cultivator in Jing’an City shuddered.
"S–Sir—no, Head Li! Head—!"
Fei Xuzi imdiately ran over, fawning.
Those cultivators who had fled also hurriedly turned back.
Before Li Tianwei’s absolute authority, none of the cultivators of Jing’an City dared show even the slightest grievance—for fear they might soon find themselves within the Evil Soul Banner too.
"You do not carry the aura of sin like Su Changde and the others. You need not worry."
Seeing their flustered and uneasy faces, Li Tianwei comforted them.
Fei Xuzi and the others nodded rapidly, agreeing wholeheartedly that Li Tianwei was absolutely right. As for how he discerned sin’s aura—who cared? Whatever Li Tianwei said was right.
Even if he said there was a sun at night—they’d believe it.
If Li Tianwei knew their thoughts, he would probably nod in agreent. Indeed, there was a sun at night.
You simply couldn’t see it because the sun always existed.
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