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Chapter 109: Torture

Wan Ji crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin slightly. He raised his eyebrows at Tianmu and waited for Tianmu to speak.

Tianmu's chest rose and fell, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. "Just ask whatever you want to ask..."

"First, why did you raise evil spirits to hurt people? Second, why did you cut open your disciples' golden core and humiliate them? Third, why did you betray Xuantian Sect?"

"Betray... Xuantian Sect? Ha." Tianmu sneered, "You are pedantic and stubborn!"

Wan Ji didn't give in at all, and his spiritual power turned into a long whip and lashed towards Tianmu.

Tianmu snorted, "Brother Wanji... I am your fellow apprentice after all, how dare you hurt me like this?"

"You are the last one to join among the five of us, but who doesn't pamper you?! Whatever resources we have are always given to you first, but what do you do? You kill innocent people and don't repent! Do you think your actions are worthy of our master's teachings?!" Wan Ji cursed angrily.

"What right do you have to blame me?!" Tianmu roared.

"You two are all geniuses with top-grade spiritual roots, and practicing is as easy as breathing. No matter how hard I try to practice, I will always be one step behind you, forever! Do you know how much I hate you?" Tianmu stared at him with bloodshot eyes!

"Yes, you do give me the first priority when you have any resources, but why is that? Don't I know? You sympathize with me, pity me, and think that my cultivation is too low, right?"

"Don't act so righteous, aren't you just showing off in front of me? Yes, you have a higher level of cultivation, and I will never be as good as you. Are you satisfied?"

Every word he said was an accusation, as if his fellow brothers and sisters were all evil and wicked people.

"Bullshit! Damn it, I gave you the wrong thing, didn't I? You bastard!"

It would have been better if Tianmu hadn't said anything. As soon as he said that, his temper immediately came up. He was also a miser, and he felt a little painful to give away some of the good treasures, but he still gave them to his junior brother.

What did he say in the end? Giving things but also getting hatred?

Hate your father's hatred! I hate it! Spit out all the things I have been doing for so many years!

Good things are to be taken, and self-esteem is to be allowed to run rampant.

Wan Ji got angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and slapped him with a whip again, "You are such a heartless person! I gave you resources and you became greedy, right? If you don't like it, don't take it, you are always pretending!"

Even raising a barbecued pork is more sensible than him!!!

Tianmu's muscles trembled violently, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His hands were bound and he couldn't wipe it off. He just smiled with an embarrassed face:

"Look at our sect leader. Are you angry out of shame? Do you know how hypocritical you are?!"

"If it weren't for the friendship between you and your fellow disciples, do you think you could have lived so comfortably these days? If I had known you were so ungrateful, I would have asked Jingwu to beat you up!"

The Discipline Hall has never been a good place. Anyone who is locked up there will be punished.

If he didn't care about that last bit of fellow disciple friendship, Wan Ji wouldn't bother with him and would have let him suffer all the punishment.

But this person didn’t appreciate it!

Okay, okay, we are hypocritical, right? You hate us, right?

"Xing Yu, you come and interrogate him. Use whatever means you have to prevent him from starting to hate again~" Wan Ji said sarcastically.

Xing Yu, the law enforcement elder of the Discipline Hall, came over and said, "Yes, Peak Master."

He was extremely tall and had dark skin, and looked like a black tower as he walked towards him.

"I leave this to you." Wan Ji said, and glanced at Tianmu. This guy is really confused. If Xing Yu takes action, he will suffer the consequences.

After Wan Ji left, Xing Yu silently took out the things he needed from his storage bag.

Whip, brand, dagger, machete, axe...?

Tianmu swallowed silently.

Xing Yu arranged these things and pushed them aside. He took out a colored glass lamp and lit the incense stick inside. The incense smoke rose up, but there was no atmosphere in the dim dungeon.

Xing Yu fiddled with the rising incense with his hand with satisfaction. Life should have a sense of ritual!

So which torture instrument should I favor now?

Tianmu watched him pick up the machete, machete? ! ! !

What is he going to do!!!

Xing Yu looked at the machete in his hand for a while, not quite satisfied, so he picked up the axe.

Tianmu's heart was lifted again. He wouldn't...

The axe was put down again, and Xing Yu picked up a thin knife. If he was not mistaken, it seemed to be a tool for castrating animals.

Tianmu suddenly felt a chill three inches below the navel.

Xing Yu smiled on his dark face, "That's it."

Tianmu's heart was beating in his throat, as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his head. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Xing Yu walked up to him, pinched his chin and shook it, hmm... no response, he had indeed fainted.

He took the glass cup off the table and extinguished the incense in it.

It seems that this incense is quite effective. I’ll get more next time.

He looked up at the photo stone on the wall, walked over and adjusted the angle. Well, this angle was just right to record the two of them.

Even the interrogation procedures of Xuantian Sect are very strict and the entire process must be recorded to ensure that there are traces to be found and the source can be traced.

Xing Yu pulled a chair and sat in front of Tianmu. A strange mist began to emanate from his body, instantly enveloping the two of them.

When Tianmu woke up again, it was already the day of execution.

When Tianmu was escorted out by the law enforcement elders, he was still a little dazed, as if he had just had a big dream.

The scorching sun was high in the sky, and Tianmu was chained to the punishment pillar, being burned by the scorching sun.

Tianmu had no spiritual power to protect him at this time and broke out in a sweat.

Lu Fengxian and others appeared on the stairs, overlooking Tianmu who was about to be executed. They also felt uncomfortable. If possible, who would want to execute their own junior brother?

But he has taken too many innocent lives. If he remains safe and sound, it would be a trampling on human life and a betrayal of conscience.

"The former leader of Xuantian Sect, Tianmu, raised evil spirits to kill people, and his teacher was immoral and harmed his disciples..."

"Wait!" Tianmu shouted unwillingly, interrupting Lu Fengxian's verdict.

"What right do you have to convict me? You didn't get anything out of me during the interrogation in the Discipline Hall!"

The disciples below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What is Tianmu Zhenren thinking? He still wants to turn the tables after all this?"

"Aren't those crazy disciples the evidence? And he acquiesced last time."

"If it were you, I would have killed him. He is such a bad guy. Those disciples were not destroyed by monsters or demons, but by their own master. He is so bad!"

Jingwu raised his eyebrows and said loudly, "Do you think there is something wrong with the reality? If you are wronged in any part, please feel free to point it out."

"I have not pleaded guilty, I do not accept the consequences!" Tianmu raised his head with difficulty, stiffening his neck and looking at Lu Fengxian and others standing on the high platform.

They always stood so high, forever. He had to look up at them every time, even if he tried hard to catch up.

I really hate it...

The sun burned him, making his whole body hot.

But he also felt a little cold, a coldness rising from the bottom of his heart.