119: Chapter 119 Want to sever worldly ties? Did you ask the child's parents about the rolling pin?

The wind grew colder.

Xiao Aotian stood at the highest point of the ruins, his disheveled hair dancing wildly, looking like a madman. He looked at the group of children who were shivering and instinctively kneeling, a morbid, sinister smile curling on his lips.

"Do you see that, Gu Changan! This is the bond of a Cultivator!"

He bit his tongue hard, spraying a mist of blood into the air, and his hands formed a strange seal. Even though his spiritual power was sealed, the mental suggestions and psychological conditioning he had imposed on these children for years were forcibly activated through this self-mutilating method.

"Disciples! Look at your master's eyes!"

Xiao Aotian roared, his voice sharp and grating, like nails scratching across a blackboard. "The Mortal world is full of suffering! Parents are burdens! Family is shackles! Only this master can lead you to transcendence! If you betray the sect today, the Heart Demon will devour your Divine Soul, casting you into the eternal Hell!"

To the group of children, who were only eleven or twelve years old, this voice was no different from the whispers of a devil.

A few timid girls covered their ears and screamed. The little fatty who had wanted to drink cola earlier began to convulse, his eyes unfocused, mechanically repeating, "I am a sinner... I want to cultivate... I must cut ties with the Mortal world..."

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became oppressive and terrifying.

The comments in the livestream stalled; everyone was so angry their scalps went numb.

[Is this f*cking a cult!] [This animal is brainwashing children!] [Director Gu, act now! Don't let him talk!]

However, Gu Changan did not move.

He just looked coldly at Xiao Aotian's clumsy performance, then looked down at his watch.

"Cut ties with the Mortal world?" Gu Changan sneered, his laughter filled with heavy mockery. "Xiao Aotian, have you cultivated until you've gone stupid? Do you really think there is any oath in this world that is greater than blood being thicker than water? Do you really think a few threats can sever the most basic social bonds that humanity has evolved over millions of years?"

Xiao Aotian laughed wildly: "What do Mortals understand! Immortals and Mortals are different. Once they enter my sect, they are my people! Even if the Heavenly King himself comes, he cannot take away their hearts!"

"Is that so?"

Gu Changan handed the law enforcement recorder in his hand to Chen Xiaobei, then turned around, faced the winding mountain road, and picked up a megaphone, taking a deep breath.

"Since you are so confident, then meet a few 'Mortals'."

Rumble—

A low engine roar sounded again.

Xiao Aotian paused, thinking it was another bulldozer.

But when the first vehicle rounded the foot of the mountain and appeared in his field of vision, he froze.

It wasn't a military truck, nor was it a police car.

It was a bus with "Donghai Passenger Transport" printed on it.

Immediately followed by a second, a third... a full twenty-plus buses, like a long Dragon, drove up the dirt road that had been forcibly cleared by the engineering soldiers, bumping along the way.

Before the buses had even stopped, the doors were violently kicked open.

There were no heavily armed Special Police; rushing down were a group of middle-aged men and women wearing down jackets and thick cotton coats, their hair messy, their faces full of anxiety.

Some women were clutching missing person flyers in their hands; some men had even lost a shoe while running.

The once dead-silent ruins were instantly drowned out by the noisy human voices.

"Son! My son!"

"Girl! Where are you! Mom is here to pick you up!"

"Qiangzi! I'm Dad!"

Hundreds of parents, like a breached flood, rushed across the cordon regardless of anything. The Special Police did not stop them this time, but silently cleared a path.

That was the most unstoppable force in the world.

The little fatty, who was mechanically chanting "cut ties with the Mortal world," suddenly stiffened. His unfocused pupils suddenly focused, staring fixedly at the woman in the red cotton coat with disheveled hair at the front of the crowd.

That was his mom.

He remembered that figure, remembered the scent of that embrace.

"Mom..."

The cultivation mantra in the little fatty's mouth got stuck.

The next second, that instinctively suppressed emotional bond belonging to a human child erupted like a volcano.

"Mom!!!"

The little fatty let out a heart-wrenching cry, bounced straight up from the ground, ignored the Old Ancestor's curse, and scrambled toward that side.

"Mom! I want to go home! I want to drink cola! I want to eat the braised pork you make! The food here is too terrible! Wuwuwu!"

This one sentence, "I want to eat braised pork," completely shattered the "Dao Heart of the Immortal" that Xiao Aotian had painstakingly cultivated.

"Girl!"

"Son!"

The scene became a mess, with sounds of people hugging and crying everywhere.

The children who had been scared into kneeling by Xiao Aotian were now throwing themselves into their parents' arms one by one, crying with snot and tears. Where was there any trace of "immortal grace"?

Xiao Aotian stood on the high platform, dumbfounded.

His "mental control," which he was so proud of, was like a paper lantern in the face of these calls filled with body warmth; it broke with a single poke.

"Impossible... This is impossible..." Xiao Aotian stumbled back. "I planted the 'Oblivion Curse' on them. How could they still remember their parents in the Mortal world? This is fake! This is all an illusion!"

Just then, the sound of the megaphone rang out again.

Gu Changan stood on a giant rock, pointing at Xiao Aotian, his voice as cold as a verdict.

"Parents, please be quiet for a moment."

"I know you are heartbroken for your children. Look at the children in your arms; how much weight have they lost? How many injuries do they have on their bodies?"

The parents' crying gradually stopped, replaced by anger that reached its limit.

They stroked the children's bony backs, looking at the blood blisters on the children's hands, their hearts aching like they were being cut by knives.

Gu Changan's finger pointed straight at the man in the tattered white robe.

"It is this person who lied to your children, saying he could help them achieve Immortal Ascension, and kidnapped them into these deep mountains and forests."

"He made your children sleep on cold, damp stones."

"He made your children eat only one moldy black steamed bun every day."

"He made your children serve as his slaves, working day and night to build this so-called 'Immortal Palace'!"

"He is the culprit behind all of this—Xiao Aotian!"

Hum—

The air seemed to freeze for a second.

Hundreds of bloodshot eyes turned simultaneously, staring fixedly at Xiao Aotian.

There was no awe in those eyes, no fear, only hatred that wanted to tear a person apart.

Xiao Aotian felt his scalp tingle under these hundreds of gazes. He instinctively stepped back, feigning calmness as he shouted: "Presumptuous! I am a Cultivator! I am the rebirth mentor of these children! You ignorant Mortals, how dare you look at me with such eyes?"

"Cultivate your grandfather's Immortal!"

In the crowd, a burly middle-aged woman let out a roar.

She pushed through the crowd, waving a solid wooden rolling pin as thick as a wrist—she had been making dumplings at home just now, and had rushed over without even wiping off the flour.

"You starved my son into this ghostly state! If I don't beat you into meat paste today, my surname isn't Wang!"

"Beat this liar to death!"

"You animal who kidnaps children!"

"Hit him!"

The anger was completely ignited.

The parents went crazy.

Whatever cordon, whatever reason, did not exist at this moment.

Dozens of strong men rushed to the front, followed by middle-aged women waving handbags, high heels, and thermos cups.

Xiao Aotian looked at the "army of Mortals" rushing over, a flash of disdain in his eyes.

"Courting death! Do you really think I'm trash just because I've lost my spiritual power? I still have my Physical Body Divine Ability! The Indestructible Vajra Body!"

He struck a defensive pose, gathering Qi in his Dantian, preparing to teach these Mortals a lesson.

However.

Gu Changan pushed his glasses and whispered into his headset: "System, increase the power of the 'Law Enforcement Domain'. Specifically block the target's pain shielding mechanism and physical enhancement defense."

[Ding! The target's 'Indestructible Vajra Body' concept has been corrected to 'Mortal Physique'.]

Bang!

The middle-aged woman in the front hit Xiao Aotian's forehead precisely with the rolling pin.

A crisp sound.

"Ouch!"

Xiao Aotian screamed, covering his head and squatting down.

The rolling pin did not break as expected; instead, a large lump immediately swelled up on his forehead.

"How could it be... so painful..."

Xiao Aotian was stunned.

He had the Physical Body of a Foundation Establishment Stage Great Perfection! Even bullets couldn't penetrate it, how could he be broken by a rolling pin?

Before he could figure it out, a size 42 leather shoe kicked him hard in the face.

"Let you cultivate! Let you fast!"

It was the little fatty's father, a two-hundred-pound burly man.

"Ah!"

Xiao Aotian's nosebleed sprayed wildly, and he was kicked to the ground.

Immediately after, a rain of fists, feet, bags, and water cups fell upon him.

"Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I am an Immortal Venerable! I am an Old Ancestor!"

"I am your father!"

"You starved my daughter like that, and you still have the face to yell?"

"Hit! Beat him to death!"

This was not a fight at all.

This was a one-sided beating.

Xiao Aotian curled up on the ground, protecting his head. The white robe that symbolized the Sect Master's dignity had long been torn into strips, and his body was covered in blue and purple bruises. Where was there any trace of "immortal grace"?

He tried to resist, but every time he tried to exert force, he was suppressed by the strange "Law Enforcement Domain," making him as weak as a normal person.

"System! Save me! Save me quickly!"

Xiao Aotian roared madly in his heart, "Quickly use the 'Group Intelligence Reduction Halo'! Turn all these people into idiots! Hurry!"

This was his trump card for saving his life that he had exchanged in the mall, specifically designed to deal with large-scale Mortal riots.

[Ding! Attempting to activate 'Group Intelligence Reduction Halo'...]

[Warning! Judgment failed!]

[Detected that the target group contains a large number of firm materialists, Party members, veterans, and people's teachers...]

[Righteousness value is too high! Halo rebounded! Skill failed!]

Xiao Aotian fell into despair.