Quick Travel: Crazy Literature

Chapter 207: The Poor Little Cultivator (8)

Only a crazy saint would save a fool like you, but the king would not save you.

She stepped on Wan He's hands that were tightly grasping the cliff wall, and her lowered eyes revealed an incomparable and beautiful viciousness, and her sneering laughter resounded throughout the space.

"You're the one who cut my hair, took off my clothes, and wanted to throw me to those stinky men, right? I see you're very brave!"

True Lord Kong Diao would not allow the original owner to lose his life, so this group of bastards found many vicious ways to bully the original owner. Now the situation has changed, let's see what will happen to you!

"Ahh, wuwuwu, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore! Wuwuwuwu"

Wan He was so frightened that her tears and snot were flowing everywhere. Just one look at the depth of the cliff made her heart tremble with fear. She pleaded humbly to her poor little junior sister.

She doesn't want to die!

Wait until she gets up... wait until she gets up and kill this bitch!

"Qingdai, please forgive me! In the future, I will definitely do it for you, uh—"

As the knife fell, Wan He's face twisted in pain. His old face looked even uglier due to the destruction of his dantian, and he did not dare to loosen his grip at all.

He Shan squatted down and smiled at her sinisterly, "Forgive you? Of course I will. Then every minute and every second from now on will be a gift from your former junior sister to you. Third Senior Sister, you have to bear it well!"

As she spoke, she exerted force with her hands and pulled out the dagger that was stuck in Wan He's shoulder. Then she gestured on her face and arm one by one, as if she was thinking about where to strike.

With a "swish", the sound of a knife breaking through the air was heard, and she was caught off guard and stabbed the knife into Wan He's eyes.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The knife was pulled out and Wan He's eyes were destroyed, but her hands were still firmly grasping the cliff wall. Her will to survive was strong.

Heshan snorted, turned his wrist and cut towards her mouth. This mouth said something unpleasant, so it's better not to say anything.

Then the nose, the ears...

"Wooo ...

She finally couldn't bear it anymore, her eyes became unfocused and her hands lost strength.

"You are looking for death"

Heshan reached out and grabbed her in annoyance.

Wan He's one eye suddenly lit up, and he hummed in excitement.

Unfortunately, the devil just said: "You can't fall down first, I won't do the good thing of letting the tiger go back to the mountain"

Who knows what's under this cliff? If Wan He falls down and doesn't die, wouldn't that be a loss?

Therefore, the king held her with one hand and used the other hand to easily cut her tendons, cut her neck, crush her heart, and destroy her soul, ensuring that she would not die again.

After finishing everything, Heshan did not throw her off the cliff, but instead conjured up a ball of fire, which was the Candle God Fire that she had obtained from the group of casual cultivators before. It burned Wan He to death, destroying all traces of her body.

Looking at her masterpiece, Heshan was very satisfied. She had been in seclusion for a long time this time, but it did not prevent her from doing trouble, as she still had enemies outside who were not dead.

After knowing that the injuries of those bastards had improved, she secretly hid her body, precisely avoiding being discovered by the head of the sect and Elder Chen, and then slipped into the bastards' rooms, cut off their mouths, noses, eyes and tongues one by one, and tore their tendons in their hands and feet, turning them into cripples.

Of course, this is not enough. After all, as a cultivator, as long as there are natural treasures, as long as the soul is not harmed, serious physical injuries can be healed.

Heshan had naturally thought of all this, and had come here specifically just to torture them. Therefore, after they recovered, he attacked them again, tied them up, beat and tortured them, destroyed their Dantian, and completely cut off their path to becoming immortals.

Seeing their eyes full of resentment but unable to say anything, the king just smiled sweetly. She hated being scolded the most, so she cut off their tongues the first time to prevent the dirty sounds from polluting her ears.

She still kept them alive.

This time, the headmaster and Elder Chen pulled her out from the Wind-Deep Cliff. They knew what happened to those disciples, but:

"Qingmu Yuanjun, killing people is not enough"

He Shan curled his lips: "Master, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Bah, it’s easy for you to talk without any pain. You are not the ones who suffer. You know nothing. This is how I torture them!

The head of the sect looked at her deeply and said, "Alas, it's fine if Qingmu Yuanjun doesn't understand, but I have heard what happened from Elder Chen. This group of disciples did something wrong and brought disgrace to our Chaotian Sect."

"Therefore, I have decided to punish them by confining them to Fengku Cliff for a hundred years. Qingmu Yuanjun, do you have any other ideas?"

Elder Chen agreed in a deep voice: "This punishment is already very severe."

Heshan frowned, a hundred years?

That group of people lost their Dantian and their spiritual energy leaked out, so they really wouldn't live long. It was a pity... She was not happy about it.

"Master, you are truly kindhearted, but it is Master Kong Diao's job to teach them. How can I trouble you?"

She smiled and made her attitude clear. She would not let any of that group of people go, including that trash Kong Diao.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The two men didn't expect her to be so angry and felt a little embarrassed.

The sect leader was a little dissatisfied. It was true that he valued Heshan and those disciples, but Master Kongdiao had been stationed in the sect for hundreds of years. As a Nascent Soul cultivator and an alchemist, he supported the sect. He could be reprimanded if he made a mistake, but it was impossible for him to abandon Master Kongdiao's life because of her.

"... Master Kong Diao is indeed responsible. I will summon him later."

Heshan's smile faded slightly, he snorted in his heart, and thought with dissatisfaction, losing me will be the biggest loss in your life!

People with different ideologies cannot work together. She was too lazy to say more. Anyway, with her own abilities, if Kong Diao didn't die, she would just have to eat one less bowl of rice!

Both sides were silent for a moment, and the leader waved his hand tiredly and asked her to leave.

The two of them watched her leave in silence for a long time. After a while, Elder Chen said, "Kong Diao is so confused!"

The head of the sect stroked his beard and said, "This woman is not simple. Even the mountain mirror can't see her take action."

"Being able to become a Nascent Soul cultivator in just a few months is already a terrifying thing. Will the Nascent Soul Ceremony still be held?" Elder Chen asked.

The head of the sect sighed and said: "Wait a minute, the Kong Diao is in danger."

The two men sighed. They couldn't kill Kong Diao for He Shan, but they also couldn't kill He Shan for Kong Diao. Winning or losing depended on their own abilities.

Heshan didn't know that they were trying to bet on both sides, and she wouldn't care even if she knew. Anyway, to her, the result was the same.

Perhaps because of the warning from the headmaster, Master Kongdiao has been keeping a very low profile recently. He knows his past behavior and also knows that Heshan really wants to kill him, so he has been hiding in the cave and setting up layers of restrictions to resist the terrible enemy.

And those disciples who had become useless were thrown onto Fengku Cliff to fend for themselves.

Heshan temporarily turned her attention to the place and went up to Fengku Cliff with her weapon in hand. It was her turn to show her skills!

"Jie Jie Jie..."

"Okay, you bastards I hate, your moment of glory is here!"

"Come on, what tools do you like? Knife, hammer, scissors, needle, whip, brick or something else?"

"Don't worry, no one will come to rescue you even if you scream your throat out, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

The miscellaneous disciples: “!!!” Don’t come over here!

“Mmmmmm!!!” Please, spare me!

“Help! Help! !

It's horrible, truly horrible.

These disciples who were once high and mighty revealed great fear and despair in their eyes. Now they can't even commit suicide.

He Shan laughed wildly twice, then asked in confusion: "Why aren't you talking? Oh, I see, is it because you have too many tools to like?"

"Hahaha, I really understand you. Don't worry, seeing how eager you are, I will definitely satisfy you!"

"!!!!!!"

True despair is not yelling or crying, but rather, it is that I am crying and she is laughing, I am making a fuss and she is still laughing!

Heshan ignored the miserable faces and dead eyes of the wretch, picked up the tools and knocked them one by one. After trying the feel twice, he began to use all the tools on them neurotically.

The first one is... Mu Bai. This bastard has never complained. If it weren’t for He Shan’s concern for him, he would have almost been tortured in the end.