19: Wen Aotian: After one stick of incense, the public punishment of the former Saint will begin

The Holy Son actually agreed!

While Baili Fengming was excited and overjoyed, she also felt a deep sense of surprise from the bottom of her heart.

Why?

Doesn't cultivation emphasize root bone and comprehension? He agreed without even looking at mine?

Or could it be that even without testing, he could tell with a single glance?

Seeing that Lin Sheng had already turned around and vanished like a flashing speck of light, Baili Fengming couldn't help but purse her lower lip, a shy expression on her face: "Perhaps... the Holy Son was taken with my beauty?"

"No, no, no, he is the Holy Son of the Holy Land, what kind of beauties doesn't he have around him?"

"It must be that my aptitude was truly recognized."

Gazing up at the direction Lin Sheng had departed, Baili Fengming put her hands behind her waist, her fingers hooked together, and smiled as she murmured to herself: "Wait for me, I will definitely catch up to the Holy Land and become your disciple."

A gentle breeze blew across the lake.

It caused the golden dress to ripple like a dream and the waist-length hair to dance in the wind.

...

"My Lord, My Lord, this is bad, the Holy Son has captured the Former Holy Son and brought him back!"

On Nine Spirit Peak of the Ten Thousand Beasts Holy Land, the cultivation spiritual mountain belonging solely to Sect Leader Wen Aotian.

Ninth Elder, the Demonic Luo Monk, flashed into the "Aotian Courtyard" at the peak, exclaiming towards the white-haired middle-aged man sitting quietly with his eyes closed beneath the Enlightenment Tree in the courtyard.

The Demonic Luo Monk wore a grey kasaya, a string of blood-red Buddhist beads hung around his neck, and he was tall and corpulent.

As the last of the nine Great Elders, he had always presented himself with a smile.

However, on his face, which was piled with fat, visible panic now appeared.

"My Lord..."

"Don't panic."

A steady and calm voice gently echoed within the small courtyard.

Wen Aotian slowly raised his pale eyebrows and opened his eyes. Although he still had the face of a middle-aged man, his eyes were like those of a thousand-year-old elder, making anyone who looked into them feel only the weight of time.

Glancing lightly at the Demonic Luo Monk who was standing foolishly in place with a nervous expression, Wen Aotian sighed helplessly in his heart, but on the surface, he calmly said: "Where are they now?"

"They've already been taken to the Holy Land's main hall! Elder Tianhai has already gone over!"

"That fast?"

"Alas, it's all my fault for being a step too late, letting the Former Holy Son be captured by the current Holy Son. I was about to disguise myself and make a move, but then I suddenly sensed Elder Chen's aura."

The Demonic Luo Monk shook his head, a bitter expression on his face: "She has already broken through to the Great Emperor realm, I wouldn't dare make a move in front of her to harm her beloved disciple."

"It seems you were discovered by her."

"It should be fine, right? After all, I hadn't made a move then, she wouldn't know what I intended to do."

Looking at the Demonic Luo Monk who still had a lingering look of fear, Wen Aotian couldn't help but shake his head.

This monk is truly foolish.

"My Lord, what should we do next? That Ye Liufeng is very likely to speak. Once he reveals the matter of cultivating forbidden techniques, we're finished!"

"Is he awake now?"

"No, after being instantly killed by the current Holy Son, he's still unconscious."

"Then never let him wake up!"

After Wen Aotian coolly finished speaking, a normal qualified subordinate should have understood the leader's implied meaning, shouted "As you command," and then quickly turned and left.

However, this Ninth Elder seemed not to have heard, still standing foolishly in place.

Wen Aotian sighed helplessly again in his heart.

"What I mean is..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party suddenly replied as if they had just received the information: "But My Lord, Elder Tianhai is guarding her disciple inside the main hall, I can't defeat her!"

"......"

Wen Aotian silently closed his eyes.

After a moment, he shook his head: "Forget it, go and inform them. In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the public punishment of Former Holy Son Ye Liufeng will be carried out in the Great Square of Ten Thousand Beasts."

"Based on his act of 'betraying the sect,' we will abolish his cultivation and expel him from the Holy Land."

This time, the Demonic Luo Monk understood. His eyes lit up, and he nodded: "Understood, My Lord!"

But as he turned, he suddenly paused again.

"My Lord, why wait for an incense stick to burn? Can't it be done immediately?"

"Of course, but..."

Wen Aotian opened his hand, caught a leaf blown down by the wind, and crushed it forcefully.

Killing intent flickered deep within his profound eyes.

"There are still quite a few people within the Holy Land who don't want him to die. During this period, he could easily say things detrimental to me."

"So I will give him a chance, a chance to escape."

"Didn't that Saintess, who values relationships and loyalty but lacks much brains, just come out of seclusion? She will definitely go to visit him, and as long as the guards are a little lax, they might escape... Young people are easily impulsive."

"Once they actually do that..."

Hearing the Sect Leader say this, even the foolish Demonic Luo Monk understood.

He put his palms together and uttered "Amitabha," then continued with a sinister laugh: "Once they actually do that, then we can openly and righteously kill them."

"As long as there are a few more corpses outside the main hall after they escape, no one will say anything for them..."

"A brilliant scheme, My Lord."

Wen Aotian waved his hand, signaling the Demonic Luo Monk could leave.

The latter nodded and, riding on a large leaf, soared towards the distant sky.

Sunlight spilled over the mountains, and the "Aotian Courtyard" became quiet again.

The clear breeze carried a leaf, swaying it until it landed on the light blue robe on the man's shoulder.

Wen Aotian stood up and looked up at the lush Enlightenment Tree beside him, its branches bearing various flowers, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Insufficient comprehension, guarding this tree painstakingly is useless."

"I truly envy those geniuses, who can achieve sudden enlightenment so easily."

Having spoken, he put his hands behind his back and slowly walked out of the small courtyard.

Outside the small courtyard, after a path of a few meters, was a cliff with a drop of a thousand meters.

Wen Aotian particularly liked standing by this cliff edge, gazing at the thousand mountains and peaks of the Ten Thousand Beasts Holy Land hidden within the sea of clouds and mist, under the sunlight or moonlight!

"After today, I wonder if I will still be able to see such a scene..."

"Never mind, Little Black, let's go."

From within the endless sea of clouds below, the outline of a giant turtle, as large as a mountain, gradually appeared.

......

On Saintess Peak, inside Cijing Palace.

Third Elder Cizhai Jingren was sitting cross-legged on her meditation cushion, seemingly meditating with her eyes closed, as if oblivious to the world outside her window.

A water-blue gauze robe wrapped her exquisite jade body, the faintly revealed fair and tender skin as enchanting as if it held a fragrant scent. Long, black, beautiful hair fell straight down her back, spreading out widely on the floor behind her.

Seen from the side.

On her fair face, which had a slight blush, her features were extremely delicate and clear, like a water fairy untouched by the mundane world.

The long incense stick, newly lit in the censer, slowly burned and drifted.

After specifically bypassing the white-robed woman kneeling before her, it "sensibly" drifted out of the room through the window crack, as if wanting to quickly escape this place of trouble.