Finally...
Afternoon!
The la Hong Er let out a laugh of extre joy echoing in the toilet - every ti he looked at those "spring" pictures, he would experint in the bathroom.
Everyone turned their heads to see this guy holding the "spring" picture in one hand and his pants in the other, running out frantically, completely mad with excitent: "Got it, got it, there’s a reaction... just lasted for three seconds..."
"..."
Everyone exchanged glances, then suddenly burst into laughter.
The female stewards all turned away, cursing without looking.
"Damn it!"
Fang Che cursed, kicked him flying out of the hall.
"Let’s see you act cheap again!"
"If this happens again, it won’t be just ten days! Rember that!"
The la Hong Er nodded like a pecking chicken: "Won’t dare, won’t dare..."
Still, he couldn’t suppress the excitent in his heart.
Ran to the water tank and gulped down water again.
Then practiced cultivation.
"Mr. Fang, at this rate, I can do it by tomorrow."
The la Hong Er, too excited for words: "Mr. Fang, I’ll report the good news to you then."
Fang Che’s face darkened, drew his sword with a clang: "Why the hell would you report such a thing to ..."
The sword glead nacingly, and the la Hong Er fled in panic.
Instantly, laughter bood in the Guardian Hall.
...
That day.
At the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Headquarters.
A huge flagpole was erected in the square with soone hanging from it.
It was exactly Kou Yifang.
But now Kou Yifang had lost the ability to speak.
All around, blood clouds enveloped, the entire headquarters a sea of blood red.
This was the cruelest punishnt of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, Blood Warning to the World!
With special cultivation techniques, the degree of pain was amplified fiftyfold, but the endurance level increased fiftyfold, ntal resilience increased a hundredfold, and sensory acuity increased a hundredfold!
Every day, the blood mist splattered, dyeing eight surrounding plaques red; daily drugs sustained the body, ensuring survival for ninety-nine days.
Synchronized with Ghost Fire Soul Refining.
Experiencing this punishnt was the cruelest torture in the world. One couldn’t even faint, only endure every shred of pain fully conscious.
The heartrending screams began on the first day, enveloping the place like ghostly wails, then resonated through all settings within the headquarters, telling everyone soone was enduring the Blood Warning to the World punishnt.
All around, blood-red plaques stood, inscribed with nas and cris.
Subordnate sect Five Sects of Southeast’s Heavenly God Sect Master, Kou Yifang.
Committing atrocities, betraying superiors, showing no respect for elders, embezzlent; harming brothers, envying talents, framing honest people, heinously criminal.
Then below it detailed everything one by one.
The matter of Dream Demon was purely Kou Yifan’s trap.
The Heavenly God Sect being a ss was purely due to incompetence.
Framing the loyal of Yin Shen Palace, falsely accusing fellow brothers, and so on, and so forth...
Of course, these were all fronts.
The main point was below: This is a warning to serve as an example, if offenders appear again, they’ll be treated with the sa severity!
This statent was rather frightening.
Kou Yifang being hoisted on the flagpole, wailing day and night, was equivalent to being skinned and dismbered countless tis daily, a tragedy visible to everyone.
For a ti, everyone at the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Headquarters was jittery.
Death isn’t scary.
What’s scary is wanting to die but being unable to, and enduring sensations amplified a hundredfold.
This is beyond human capacity to endure.
Moreover, after ninety-nine days, even the soul would dissipate into the heavens and earth, truly unable to reincarnate!
The Wei Wo Zheng Sect hadn’t dealt with anyone like this for hundreds of years.
The Blood Warning to the World even felt too cruel to the sect’s high echelon. But today, it appeared again!
The shock effect was sothing the Guardians couldn’t have imagined better!
Ever since Kou Yifang’s wailing began on the flagpole, those playboys of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect who enjoyed nightlife started heading ho before night every single day.
Every evening, the ghostly wails spread throughout the territory using special arrangents!
Countless people speculated.
What on earth did this guy do?
To warrant such a warning from the Vice Sect Master?
But no one knew the specific details.
But everyone beca extrely cautious.
The sect’s atmosphere transford as a result.
...
Fang Che on vacation, with nothing to do, practiced cultivation every day, then went to the Worldwide Escort Agency to give speeches, ssing with people for fun.
After two days, feeling bored, he decided to take Ye ng and simply head back to Bibo City for a family visit.
anwhile, on the Guardians’ side, Xue Fuxiao and Yu Tianqi had already set off.
Heading to Feng Yunqi’s side.
Originally, Xue Fuxiao planned to wait a few more days, but after seeing Dongfang Sansan’s eyes filled with resentnt again, and realizing there was no one else for Dongfang Sansan to vent his resentnt on...
He imdiately decided to flee.
Before leaving, he arranged for Ningxue Sword: "Qianshan, keep an eye on your Ninth Brother, don’t let him overwork, and if there’s nothing much, chat with him more."
Ningxue Sword, being clever, smirked: "You’ve caused trouble again, haven’t you?"
"Nonsense!"
Xue Fuxiao rebuked: "What are you thinking? I’m just going ho for a bit."
Ningxue Sword said: "Going back to see your King Shi grandson? To pay homage?"
Xue Fuxiao imdiately wanted to hit soone, cursed twice, rolled his eyes, and said: "Forget it, I won’t be angry with you, you’re just this kind of person. Oh, by the way, do you know what your Ninth Brother is doing behind closed doors every day now?"
Ningxue Sword’s interest was piqued: "What is he doing?"
Xue Fuxiao smiled: "Who’s your idol?"
Ningxue Sword was taken aback: "Jun Lin!"
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