Chapter 327: Chapter 206: Lingchi, Earth Child
“The Heavenly God Aura on you has changed.”
Yun Ziliang, doubting his own perception, extended a finger to Zhou Xuan’s forehead.
Zhou Xuan gently pushed his hand away and smiled. “Don’t distract , I’m working. Yes, it’s changed.”
“How did it change?” Yun Ziliang asked.
“The Blood Well and Divine Revelation have completely fused,” Zhou Xuan said as he swung his iron hamr, driving nails into iron shackles.
In just that short mont, Zhou Xuan had already nailed three and was moving onto the fourth.
“What? What did you just say?”
Yun Ziliang’s voice suddenly shot up eight octaves, startling Zhou Xuan, who montarily trembled.
“Lao Yun, can you prepare before you yell like that? You scared so much that my hamr went off target. I nearly smashed my own nail!”
Zhou Xuan shot Yun Ziliang a glance and grumbled.
“Don’t bla for shouting. Divine Revelation and Blood Well aren’t supposed to fuse…”
“Uh…” Zhou Xuan paused his work and looked at Yun Ziliang: “Why can’t they fuse?”
“One is the Divine Revelation Secret Realm, and the other is the Zouyin Secret Realm. The fact that both can exist within you at the sa ti is already absurd. Their fusion represents an extrely severe problem…”
“What problem?” Zhou Xuan asked.
“Kneel before Tai Sui, protector of the human world,” Yun Ziliang said.
“Stop speaking so cryptically. Use straightforward language,” Zhou Xuan replied with a frown.
“In simple terms, you won’t ascend to the Heavenly Do anymore. No matter how abundant your incense offerings beco, you’re destined to remain in the human world for life,” Yun Ziliang counted on his fingers. “The Blood Well carries the Ti Law, while the Nuo God carries the Law of Destiny. Ti serves as the vertical axis, and Destiny unfolds within it. What does that lead to? The human world.”
“With the fusion of Divine Revelation and Blood Well, when your incense offerings grow to imnse heights, you will control the rules of the human world. The Heavenly Do above is not your destined realm.”
“Then I won’t go,” Zhou Xuan said casually.
He cited a famous saying by Lu Xun: “Humans becoming immortals, mortals longing for the heavens—those are thoughts entertained only by deluded fools. , I stay grounded. I’ll stay here on the earth, eat, drink, have so fun, and chat with friends like you all. That’s better than anything.”
“That’s only because you don’t know the benefits of the Heavenly Do.”
“What benefits?”
“I don’t know either. But anyone who worships gods in the Zouyin practice always dreams of the Heavenly Do. The benefits up there must be abundant.”
“Foolish fantasies.” Zhou Xuan wasn’t interested in discussing further. He returned to his work, continuing to nail the iron shackles.
In total, he nailed down twelve iron shackles across two rooms,
four in one room, eight in the other.
Upon the iron shackles, he hamred on an iron chain, creating the restraints for Old Dao Bazi, the Suffering Scholar, and the Temple Master.
Each set of four iron chains bound a person’s hands and feet.
Old Dao Bazi was locked in a room by himself,
while the Suffering Scholar and the Temple Master were confined together in the other room.
The preparations were complete; the ti of execution had arrived.
Zhou Xuan, Yun Ziliang, and Zhao Wuya gathered to watch Lv Mingkun execute Old Dao Bazi.
This was a learning experience—a chance to study advanced thods of tornt.
Lv Mingkun removed his shirt, revealing a pair of black silk trousers with tightly wound leg bindings, looking sharp and ready.
He picked up a basin of water, poured it over himself to wake up, and then stepped in front of Old Dao Bazi.
“You once flayed the skin off my third uncle.”
“That was all in the past; no need to hold onto such grudges…” Old Dao Bazi still vainly tried to reason with his fifth junior brother.
Lv Mingkun sneered. “In ancient tis, there was a brutal execution thod called ‘skinning and stuffing,’ where a human skin was flayed and turned into a sac filled with straw, then publicly displayed.
Although you didn’t stuff my third uncle, it was close enough. Today, I’ll kill you with a different cruelty—death by a thousand cuts.
It is said that a criminal once endured 3,300 cuts before succumbing to death.
I suspect the executioner lacked skill. I’ve been practicing sword technique since childhood for twenty-three years. I’d say my swordsmanship is proficient—I aim to reach 4,000 cuts.”
As he finished speaking, Old Dao Bazi’s face turned ashen. As a Wuzuo, he was well aware of the precision of a Wuzuo’s blade. If Lv Mingkun promised 4,000 cuts, he would deliver every single one.
Imagining such a miserable demise, Old Dao Bazi was terrified to his core. Trembling, he begged for rcy and even offered to swear allegiance, volunteering to beco Lv Mingkun’s slicer.
With an icy expression, Lv Mingkun lit an incense stick in a corner of the room and returned to Old Dao Bazi. Gripping the Bamboo Leaf Blade,
he made the first cut, severing the man’s nipple.
The nipple, still connected by a thin layer of nearly transparent skin, stuck to the blade. Lv Mingkun flicked the Bamboo Leaf Blade skyward and loudly proclaid, “First cut, tribute to Heaven!”
Only after this declaration did blood begin to seep from the wound, a testant to the swiftness of Fifth Brother’s blade.
Using the sa technique, Lv Mingkun cut off Old Dao Bazi’s right nipple and discarded it to the ground.
“Second cut, tribute to Earth.”
Witnessing these two cuts, Zhou Xuan’s eyes widened in astonishnt at just how cruel this death by a thousand cuts could be.
“Too brutal, too savage. Fifth Brother is truly a twisted artist.”
Zhao Wuya couldn’t stomach it any longer. He stood and said, “Watching such torture is detrintal to one’s karma.”
Zhou Xuan understood. Not everyone had the ntal fortitude to witness such extre and violent horrors.
Monts later, Zhao Wuya returned, holding a Dao Bell in his hand.
He rang the bell as he watched the execution and said, “Ringing the bell increases karma. Watching the execution decreases karma. One balances out the other, and in this way, karma isn’t lost.”
Zhou Xuan, Yun Ziliang: “…”
Damn, he’s got a knack for loopholes.
Lv Mingkun’s Bamboo Leaf Blade spun like a whirlwind, carving continuously across Old Dao Bazi’s left breast.
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