328: Bai Ling cleverly employs a series of schemes, causing Fan Wujiu to mistakenly end up on the execution platform.

The field suddenly fell silent; everyone was at a loss for a moment and subconsciously continued to listen.

"Brother Fan, what do you think of the female Disciples in your Sect?"

"Good, truly good. Every single one of them is so supple, hehehe."

As soon as these words were spoken, several female Body Refining cultivators clenched their fists, preparing to teach this lecher a lesson.

And that wasn't all. Perhaps the alcohol was kicking in, and combined with what the other party had just said about telling everything he knew, Bai Ling lost all inhibitions for a moment.

He took a sip of wine and continued to ask.

"What do you think of your Sect's Grand Elder?"

"I heard your Sect is like ours, where the Grand Elder also manages the Hall of Punishment."

"That position is usually quite strict. Is it the same over here?"

Fan Wujiu also gulped down some wine, grimacing for a long while before finally swallowing and speaking.

"You've hit the nail on the head."

"The Grand Elder is my Master, but I'm definitely not biased."

"I feel like all the Elders of the Hall of Punishment in the world are the same. Aside from 'You are wrong, you must be punished' or 'You pass,' they don't know how to say anything else."

Fan Wujiu waved his hand with a look of disdain, and Bai Ling took the opportunity to add a line.

"They'll also add, 'This isn't under my jurisdiction, go find the Sect Master.'"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

Two fits of unrestrained laughter spread to every corner through the speakers set up at the venue, causing many Disciples to secretly stifle their laughter.

Sect Master Immortal Master was so angry his beard fluttered and his eyes bulged, his Face full of indignation.

"Oh my, I really..."

"What are you getting angry for? It's not like they're talking about you."

The Grand Elder appeared beside Sect Master Immortal Master with a gloomy Face, raising his foot to head toward the source of the sound, intending to teach that loose-tongued brat a lesson.

Seeing this, Sect Master Immortal Master hurriedly stopped the dark-faced Grand Elder.

"Wait, wait! That voice clearly sounds like he's drunk. It's normal for Juniors to gossip a bit in private. Who didn't complain about Elders when they were young?"

"Besides, you're in charge of punishment, so it's naturally easy to offend people. You can't..." Before he could finish, the voice rang out again.

"Then what do you think of your Sect Master?"

"Him? He's the most worthless of all; even a bit of my spit is more broad-minded than he is."

"And it would be one thing if he was just narrow-minded, but the key is that he doesn't do any work. He either shoves the tasks onto the Elders or dumps them on us, and his speeches are both foul and long."

"Tsk."

Sect Master Immortal Master pursed his lips, then revealed a smile that was almost a grimace.

As expected, letting him out was a mistake!

Sect Master Immortal Master clenched his fists and was about to rush out, but seeing this, the Grand Elder could not be bothered to get Life Qi and instead turned around to stop him. After all, he was his own Disciple; he couldn't just leave him be.

But right at that moment.

"Then what about your Sect's Third Elder? I heard she's quite an extraordinary woman."

"Wait."

The Third Elder stepped out from the cluster of female Disciples and blocked the Sect Master.

"Forget it, she only fools outsiders."

"In reality, she's quite old yet acts young all day. She looks gentle, but she's actually a tigress."

"Whenever someone wants to get close to the Junior Sisters or Senior Sisters, the Third Elder is guaranteed to be the first to bristle."

"Heh, if you ask me, she's just an old maid desperate for marriage who's now out for pure revenge."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue fell into a dead silence.

Even the Grand Elder and the Sect Master couldn't help but have their pupils shrink.

"Cr-crack, snap..."

"What's that sound?" A Disciple in the distance heard a strange noise and asked his companion in a low voice.

His companion happened to be in a good position to see the center of the crowd.

In the center of the crowd, the Third Elder was squeezing the surrounding space with her bare hands until it crackled. He was so scared he couldn't even speak properly and could only pull the other person to his spot while he shrank behind them.

When that Disciple saw clearly, he was also terrified and only wanted to break free from the other's grip.

"Let go quickly! Blood is going to splatter all over me in a moment!"

On this side, the Grand Elder and the Sect Master also nervously tried to soothe the Third Elder.

"Third Sister, calm down, calm down! He's still a child!"

"That's right, Old Third, stay calm. Whatever you do, don't tear through space to beat him up while I'm holding back Big Brother."

"And definitely don't apply for some 'Accidental Death Resources' after accidentally killing him, forcing me to approve it and making Big Brother pay out of his own pocket to resurrect his Disciple!"

If the timing hadn't been so inappropriate, the Grand Elder would have wanted to curse in the street.

"What time is it now, and you're still stirring up trouble? Are you teaching her what to do!"

The Third Elder still had a smile on her Face, but the corners of her mouth were twitching slightly. Her uncontrollable Killing Intent almost condensed into substance, as if she would tear through space and appear before that man in the next second.

And at this very moment.

Bai Ling had listened to a lot and felt that hearing about the development of Qingxu Grotto-Heaven was more interesting. The Elders of every Sect were about the same, and their gossip wasn't exactly fresh, so he was getting a bit tired of it.

But just then, he suddenly thought of someone.

"Eccentric Elders are everywhere; our Sect is the same. Let's not mention the Elders anymore."

"Let's talk about your Saint, that True Person Yunshu, Zhou Yan."

The gazes of everyone in the field simultaneously turned toward Zhou Yan, who was sitting to one side silently watching the drama.

The Disciples behind him stood up one after another, their Faces full of indignation.

Zhou Yan's heart tightened, and the tea he had just brought to his lips paused. However, he still subconsciously raised his hand to stop the movements of the Disciples behind him.

Speaking of this, Fan Wujiu seemed to sober up a bit; his expression suddenly cleared, and his Face became serious.

"The Saint... wait a moment."

After saying that, he drank another cup. The slightly spicy liquid stimulated him so much that his Face contorted and his brows furrowed.

After taking a deep breath, Fan Wujiu continued.

"Him? He's truly a good person."

"Talent, ability, character—everything is beyond reproach."

"If you ask me, in due time, he will surely become a Sovereign of Restoration, leading the Qingxu Grotto-Heaven to create new glories."

After hearing this, the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth curled up imperceptibly for an instant before he quickly flattened it again.

"Sect Master, Elders, it's not that this Junior is overstepping."

"We are people of status and Face after all. We can't let the nonsense of two drunks lead to a life-and-death struggle, can we?"

"We must show some magnanimity; only then can we display the demeanor of a great Sect, right?"

"Come, have some tea and cool down."

Zhou Yan made a gesture to hand over a teacup, and the three of them also intended to give him some Face, temporarily suppressing their fury. They planned to wait until the crowd dispersed before dealing with Fan Wujiu later.

"However—"

As soon as these words came out, even Zhou Yan's hand trembled.

The bit of clarity on Fan Wujiu's Face vanished instantly, replaced once again by that annoying smirk.

"It's just that he looks a bit girly, even more girly than a girl."

"Crack."

It was the sound of a teacup being crushed.

The next morning.

Xuanyuan Qingyao got up very early.

Following the Wilderness Survival Rules, one must familiarize themselves with the terrain before a battle, so she arrived at the venue early, intending to observe in advance.

Then she saw two people at the main entrance of the venue, one hanging upright and the other upside down, both wearing women's clothing and heavy makeup.

The one hanging upright was Bai Ling, and the one hanging upside down was Fan Wujiu.

Each of them had a wooden plaque hanging on them, which read: "I am guilty, undergoing the Punishment of Ruined Reputation."

"Brother Fan, how long are we going to hang here?" Bai Ling already had a sob in his voice. He just loved gossip and was a bit greedy for a drink; this was an undeserved disaster.

Fan Wujiu, on the other hand, was quite composed.

He knew that after those words yesterday, dying eight hundred times would have been enough. This outcome was already considered an act of mercy.

"Just hang there."

"At least you're upright. Do you want to switch with me?"

A flash of white light passed by.

Bai Ling struggled to look up and saw Xuanyuan Qingyao with her mouth wide open, though her expression remained expressionless. She was holding a stack of Recording Stones and was recording frantically.

To this, he could only feel his heart bleeding as he said hoarsely.

"You can film... but please don't laugh."

Fan Wujiu, hanging upside down, also pressed his palms together and began to plead.

"If possible... please blur my Face."

All of this was naturally the work of the Disciples who had followed Zhou Yan over the past year.

There was absolutely no hint from Zhou Yan.

Over the past year, Zhou Yan had done quite a lot. Although he sometimes displayed his eccentric nature, compared to those 'old artists' in the Sect, he seemed much more like a normal person.

Added to the affinity brought by the merit golden wheel and the Power Of Faith, as well as his own appearance and various enhancements, he had already accumulated a large group of fanatical supporters within the Sect.

Thus, Fan Wujiu and Bai Ling received an 'enthusiastic repayment' from these fanatical supporters.

As for Bai Ling being the Saint of Butian Pavilion, would Butian Pavilion be enraged by such humiliation?

The official response from Butian Pavilion was as follows.

"Send me a copy later; make sure the recording is clear."