Feng Wuchen’s words completely reassured the Can family and the Ning family.
Such power Feng Wuchen wields, even without Can Yun saying a word, they all understood, he is definitely an existence not to be provoked.
Even the overlords of the Seven Divine Realms are helpless against Feng Wuchen. Who else would dare provoke him?
Daring to touch Feng Wuchen’s students, one must have a considerable nerve.
"Brother Feng, this matter is probably related to the Shadowlo Hall." Ling Xiaoxiao speculated.
"Hmm, clever." Feng Wuchen smiled slightly.
Not to ntion Feng Wuchen, does the Qi Yun Sect not know that Canyun is a student of the Divine Mansion? Don’t they know the Divine Mansion was established by Soul Extinction?
It’s impossible they wouldn’t know.
Since they know, yet the young sect master of Qi Yun Sect still dares to critically injure Can Yun and imprison him, it shows that a powerful force backs Qi Yun Sect, at least not fearing the Divine Tower and the Divine Mansion.
This is in the Ying Hun realm, Feng Wuchen thought of the Shadowlo Hall first.
Ling Xiaoxiao can guess it, naturally, Feng Wuchen can too.
If it weren’t for the Shadowlo Hall, even if Qi Yun Sect had ten thousand guts, they wouldn’t dare to lay hands on the students of the Divine Mansion.
"Leng Moye, oh Leng Moye, what should I say about you?" Feng Wuchen coldly chuckled to himself.
...
Qi Yun Sect’s dungeon.
"Whack, whack, whack!"
The sound of a whip cracking echoed clearly in the dungeon.
"Stop! Stop! Put down the whip!" A sorrowful and angry shout rang out.
The voice of a woman—none other than Ning family’s daughter, Ning Zhuqing.
The person being whipped was Canyun, and both were imprisoned in the dungeon.
Canyun’s body was covered with marks from the whip, dark bruises on every inch, seriously injured, barely clinging to life.
"Whack!"
But as soon as the shout fell, with a crisp slap, a palm had struck hard across the woman’s face, making her pale, pretty face instantly swell red.
"Shut up, wench! Heartbroken over your lover? I’ll whip him to death right in front of you!" The man cursed, furiously flogging Canyun.
The more Ning Zhuqing cared for Canyun, the angrier the man beca.
"Chu Yang! How dare you hit Qing’er! I will never let you off!" Canyun roared madly, like an enraged beast, murderously wrathful.
"Whack, whack, whack!"
Chu Yang whipped wildly, looking as if he was really going to beat Canyun to death.
"Is Qing’er soone you can address so casually? Letting off, huh? Who do you think you are, just because you’re a student of the Divine Mansion? Does being an Alchemist make you important? You think you’re qualified to talk to ? Your life is in my hands, killing you is as easy as squashing an ant!" Chu Yang yelled.
"Stop! I command you to stop!" Ning Zhuqing scread in panic.
"What does that Canyun have that I lack, Qing’er? My Qi Yun Sect is more than ten tis stronger than the Can family. In cultivation, I surpass him. I pursued you for three years diligently, and you never even glanced at . I’m better than Canyun in every way, so why chose him? Why?" Chu Yang roared at Ning Zhuqing, his eyes bloodshot, nearly losing reason.
Unwilling to accept, in terms of lineage and cultivation, Chu Yang surpassed Canyun.
In looks, Chu Yang was more handso than Canyun.
Chu Yang pursued for three years, gifting precious elixirs, treasures, Immortal Artifacts, and Decisions, but Ning Zhuqing never gave them a glance.
"Because I love Brother Can Yun. Is that answer enough for you? You’re just a hypocrite, a shaless scoundrel. I’d rather die than ever like you!" Ning Zhuqing cursed.
"You!" Chu Yang was burning with rage, about to explode.
"Fine, fine, fine! I’ll just whip Canyun to death now! Let’s see how you’ll love him then!" Chu Yang gritted his teeth and angrily roared, grabbing the long whip, and started flogging.
"Whack, whack, whack!"
The sound of the whip was especially terrifying, causing the disciples guarding the dungeon to tremble with fear, not daring to utter a word.
"Brother Can Yun!" Ning Zhuqing grew increasingly panicked, truly fearful Chu Yang would beat Canyun to death.
"Don’t call him that!" Chu Yang yelled angrily.
"Whack!"
Chu Yang gave another slap across her face.
"Chu Yang!" Canyun roared madly, struggling desperately to break free from the chains, but the severe injuries rendered him powerless.
Seeing his fiancée being abused yet unable to intervene, Canyun’s heart bled with sorrow as if torn to shreds.
"Chu Yang! If you have the guts, kill ! I would rather die than see Brother Can Yun tortured by your dastardly hands!" Ning Zhuqing shouted furiously at Chu Yang.
"You wench! You wench! I’ll beat you to death, you shaless wench!" Chu Yang lost all reason, slapping Ning Zhuqing continuously.
His overwhelming force rendered Ning Zhuqing unconscious.
"Qing’er! Qing’er!" Canyun cried out in grief and rage, his killing intent surging to unprecedented heights.
"Chu Yang! You beast! Even as a ghost, I will haunt you! I will see Qi Yun Sect obliterated!" Canyun roared wildly.
"Is that so? Canyun, you really love Qing’er, don’t you? You’ve never touched her, have you? Want to see her body?" Chu Yang suddenly grinned smugly.
Canyun’s face changed drastically, panic setting in.
"Chu Yang! What are you planning? If you dare harm a hair on Qing’er’s head, I will tear you to pieces!" Canyun imagined the worst, roaring in rage.
"Today, in front of your very eyes, I, your young master, will enjoy Qing’er. You haven’t touched her, so let help you, and also show you her in ecstasy! Haha!" Chu Yang grew more excited with the thought, unable to hold back his laughter.
"Chu Yang! You beast! A beast!" Canyun shouted furiously.
Ignoring Canyun’s screams, Chu Yang had reached Ning Zhuqing’s side, touching her arm excitedly, full of joy.
"Oh, not bad, not bad at all, too good to be true, haha!" Chu Yang laughed heartily.
"I’ll kill you! Kill you!" Canyun scread hysterically.
"Haha! Go on, scream. The angrier you are, the more thrilled I am! Make sure to open your eyes wide, lest you die without having seen Qing’er’s body, wouldn’t that leave a regret?" Chu Yang laughed hysterically, already tearing off Ning Zhuqing’s clothes, revealing her fragrant shoulder.
Ning Zhuqing, now unconscious, was severely injured. Chu Yang, at this mont, intended to force himself on her.
Such a beast! No, worse than a beast!
At this mont, Canyun exploded with fury, feeling as if a dreadful fla engulfed him, reaching the peak of his anger.
"Young master, Young Master Leng is here." At this mont, a disciple’s respectful voice sounded.
"Young Master Leng?" Chu Yang’s expression changed, filled with terror, stopping imdiately.
"Take this wench down for healing, I’ll enjoy her later!" Chu Yang said coldly, not sparing a glance at Canyun as he stepped out of the cell.
"Young master, what about Canyun? Do we kill him?" The disciple asked respectfully.
"Killing him now would be too easy. Leave him alive for now, let him watch marry Qing’er in three days!" Chu Yang sneered.
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