147: Parade

Three days later, inside Chaoyang City of the Northern Domain.

A prison cart slowly drove into the city gate. Bound on the cart was Song Xiangyun, whose cultivation had been completely stripped away.

At this moment, Song Xiangyun no longer held the pride of being the Alliance Leader of the Northern Domain Profound Sect Alliance, and she followed the prison cart towards the street with a bewildered expression.

Hung around her neck were records detailing everything she had done over the past century, each item representing a dark mark resulting from her abuse of power throughout her life.

Accompanied by the booming of gongs and drums, the streets gradually filled with onlookers.

These common folks rarely saw Song Xiangyun's true appearance during her Peak, let alone her current miserable state, and they immediately began pointing and whispering.

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask the escorting Disciple, "Little Immortal Elder, who is on the prison cart?"

The Cultivator heard this, glanced back at Song Xiangyun, and then said, "She is the Alliance Leader of our Northern Domain Xuan Sect. Because she committed too many wicked deeds in her life, she has now met retribution and had her lifelong cultivation abolished. Everything she did is written here; everyone can see for themselves."

Upon hearing that Song Xiangyun was being escorted on the prison cart, the crowd immediately stirred.

"Oh my heavens, it's really Alliance Leader Song! How could she have fallen to such a state?"

"Could it be fake? How could Alliance Leader Song, such an arrogant person, fall to this state? What exactly happened?"

"Regardless of whether it's real or fake, all I can say is that she completely deserves what she got today."

"That's right. Since she took office as the Alliance Leader of the Northern Domain Xuan Sect, we ordinary people haven't had a single good day. Now Heaven has opened its eyes; this is truly gratifying."

In an instant, the crowd became agitated, and a large number of Mortals began to denounce Song Xiangyun's crimes.

This caused the already numb Song Xiangyun to raise her head in disbelief.

Everywhere she looked, she saw and heard voices cursing her.

She had enjoyed flattery for over a century, accustomed to the obsequious compliments of Cultivators begging her for favors.

Now, hearing those unbearable insults, a huge wave surged uncontrollably in her heart.

"Hmph."

But a cold sneer still hung on her lips.

"Shen Lian, you think instigating these ants to attack me will make me feel guilty? You are too naive. Even if I, Song Xiangyun, die, I will never bow to you."

Having made up her mind, she slowly closed her eyes, letting the people on the street curse and discuss, pretending not to hear them.

The arrogance of the Alliance Leader made her disdainful of explaining anything to this group of ants.

"Stone her to death!"

Suddenly, a woman in the crowd, eyes red, threw a rotten egg at the prison cart.

The egg accurately hit Song Xiangyun's cheek.

As the viscous, foul-smelling egg white dripped down her face, Song Xiangyun, who had intended to maintain her noble image, finally snapped.

"Audacious! Who allowed you to disrespect this Seat!"

"this Seat is the Alliance Leader of the Northern Domain Xuan Sect, an existence destined by Heaven!"

"You group of ants should be groveling at the feet of this Seat. How dare you humiliate this Seat like this."

"When this Seat rises again, I will definitely tear you wretched commoner ants into ten thousand pieces!"

However, no one cared to listen to what she said at this moment. The response she received was more rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs.

This caused the Disciples responsible for the escort and parade great distress. They could only activate their Protective Qi Barrier to avoid being splattered by the filth.

"Song Xiangyun!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman rushed out of the crowd, carrying a bucket of Night Fragrance.

"Give me back my son's life!"

"Oh no!"

The four escorting Cultivators who saw this scene immediately scattered to the side.

The next moment, the entire bucket of Night Fragrance was thrown directly onto the prison cart, and the foul-smelling feces hit Song Xiangyun squarely.

Before Song Xiangyun could get angry, the middle-aged woman, eyes red, roared at Song Xiangyun: "Song Xiangyun, do you remember ten years ago when my son offended a Shura Sect Disciple and had his leg broken?

I desperately begged you to seek justice for my son, but instead, you accepted tens of thousands of High-Grade Spirit Stones from the Shura Sect, ignored the matter completely, and even allowed the Shura Sect people to beat my son to death.

My son was only eighteen! Because of you, he is gone! Song Xiangyun, give me back my son's life!"

After speaking, the woman tried to rush onto the prison cart.

Fortunately, she was stopped by a Cultivator.

Covered in feces, Song Xiangyun had never felt such humiliation, and her expression immediately became maniacal: "So what if an ant died?! Aren't you ants meant to be trampled upon by Cultivators?

If only your son had been a Cultivator, this Seat wouldn't have stood by idly. As it is, your son's death was entirely his own fault, and you shouldn't blame anyone else!

Let me tell you, even if I had to do it again, this Seat would still choose to help the Cultivators. Don't think for a second this Seat will repent! this Seat did nothing wrong!"

Her words instantly enraged the crowds on both sides of the street.

"This bitch doesn't know how to repent at all! What exactly have we been sacrificing and saving for years to support?"

"Pah! Song Xiangyun, the fact that you became the Alliance Leader of the Northern Domain Xuan Sect truly shows how blind Heaven is!"

"Stone her to death!"

The next moment, countless stones flew toward the prison cart.

In just a moment, blood streamed down Song Xiangyun's face, and her expression was like that of a ghost.

But she still yelled hysterically, "this Seat is the Alliance Leader of the Northern Domain Xuan Sect! You ants can only grovel and are only fit to be oppressed by this Seat!"

Soon, the stones left her covered in injuries.

"Tear her apart!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, and the people on both sides of the street violently broke through the restricted area guarded by soldiers and rushed toward the prison cart.

The woman who had lost her child earlier found strength from somewhere, directly threw off the Cultivator blocking her way, and was the first to rush onto the prison cart.

"Song Xiangyun! Give me back my son's life!"

"Ahhh, let go, you shrew!"

The woman desperately clawed at Song Xiangyun's face, vigorously pulling and tearing to vent the pain of losing her son, completely ignoring the stench emanating from Song Xiangyun's body.

The next moment, she opened her mouth and bit Song Xiangyun's ear.

"Ah, it hurts~"

With a heartbreaking wail, Song Xiangyun's ear was bitten off by the furious woman.

But the woman was still not satisfied, and she took another bite out of Song Xiangyun's cheek, ignoring Song Xiangyun's miserable shriek.

"No! Let go of me, let go of me!"

"I didn't intentionally harm your son!"

"I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong, please spare me!"

"Senior Brother, save me, save me!"

Song Xiangyun could no longer maintain her arrogant image at this point and began to desperately beg for mercy.

Alas, the completely out-of-control crowd had jumped onto the prison cart in groups, surrounding Song Xiangyun.

The escorting Cultivators could no longer control the situation and could only stand aside, looking at each other.

Soon, the prison cart was overturned, and the frenzied crowd piled on top of each other, fully venting the suffering they had endured for years.

It lasted for a full hour. When the crowd dispersed, only a corpse, already beyond recognition, remained.

Song Xiangyun thus ended her wicked life in the most ridiculous manner, consumed by the backlash of power... At the former site of Tianji Mountain, Shen Lian's lips curled slightly as he watched another wisp of residual soul appear inside the human emperor cauldron in his palm.

"That's the fourth one."

Putting away the human emperor cauldron, Shen Lian summoned his Iron Fan and gazed ahead, falling into contemplation.

"Who should be next?"