lcionline Chapter 242 Shock
Chapter 242 Shock
"Brother Lu! Come over and play when you have time!"
Lu Wensheng was just about to leave when he heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw heads growing on the wall. They looked somewhat funny - they were the disciples from the main peak.
"Hahahaha, okay, if your senior brother doesn't mind, you can also come to the Discipline Hall." Lu Wensheng quite likes these disciples.
"Forget it, going to the Discipline Hall is too..."
“I feel like the atmosphere there will suffocate me.”
"The cakes here are better than those there. Brother, please come and try them more often."
Lu Wensheng agreed to all of their requests, waved goodbye to them and left.
"Do you think he is much better than your eldest brother?" A voice came lightly from behind. These disciples were still hanging on the wall, completely defenseless.
"Hehehe, no need to compare, but Senior Brother Lu is indeed very interesting."
"And I feel like Senior Brother Lu has a good temper."
"At least he's not like the eldest brother, with a stern face, as if we owe him spirit stones."
"Really?" The voice suddenly turned cold.
The disciples of the main peak turned their heads stiffly, only to see Ji Yanli with a half-smile below: "..." It's over.
In the end, these disciples successfully received a similar amount of homework as those in the Discipline Hall.
Ji Yanli raised his lips slightly and said, "Everyone likes Junior Brother Lu so much, I feel bad to hinder you, right? We should at least emulate the Discipline Hall, right? If we can't go to the Discipline Hall, it's not bad to experience the low-profile version of the main peak."
The eldest brother is definitely jealous! Right?! Right?! ——The disciples of the main peak only feel that the future is dark.
Looking at the disciples with sad faces, Ji Yanli felt much better and sighed.
These disciples still don't quite understand Lu Wensheng. They are not disciples of the Discipline Hall. If Lu Wensheng were to act like a disciple of the Discipline Hall, these fools would surely complain bitterly again, and they would shout "Demon Deer" louder than anyone else.
Ji Yanli was still clear about the strengths and weaknesses of the main peak disciples, but when he thought of the outstanding disciples of the Discipline Hall, he was somewhat tempted - should he refer to the style of the Discipline Hall and train these junior brothers and sisters?
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"Brother! Are you okay with going to Brother Ji's place?!"
"That's what I told you! Senior Brother must be innocent!"
As soon as Lu Wensheng came back, he was surrounded by people. Everyone was so enthusiastic about him that they seemed to have missed him for a long time.
Tang He cried, "Brother Lu! You've lost weight!"
Lu Wensheng: "It's pure nonsense to say that he has lost weight. He has two eggs hanging under his eyebrows and can only blink but not look?" It's good enough that he is not fat.
Tang He chuckled: "Brother, your words are still so sharp. I feel relieved."
Others looked at him in a weird way: Are you a jerk?! Are you asking for trouble?
"Senior Brother Lu is finally back, we should celebrate!"
"Yes, yes, yes! We should celebrate!"
"These things are not as important as my brother. Let's do them later. My brother is more important!"
Lu Wensheng saw through it at a glance: "Celebrating is one thing, but the main thing is to take a holiday, right? And you use me as an excuse?" These silly kids' thoughts are clearly shown on their faces. What is this called? Sima Zhao's intentions are known to everyone.
However, looking at the silly disciples, Lu Wensheng changed the subject and said, "Tomorrow is fine."
"Oh Yeah!" Everyone cheered immediately, saying nice things as if they were free. Lu Wensheng knew that they probably didn't know that they were going to watch an execution tomorrow, but he didn't remind them because he was malicious.
The undercover agent that was caught was locked up in the sect's prison tower. After getting information out of them, they were dragged out and executed in public. Gu Yulan, as the elder who was called over to supervise the execution, was already in position when everyone came, with his eyes drooping and a nonchalant look.
The disciples from the Discipline Hall who came to watch the execution thought Lu Wensheng was scheming: We don't have to work on this day! Why is it a day off? !
They were so stupid, really. They were just happy just because Senior Brother Lu said they had a holiday, without knowing that being so straightforward meant there was something wrong.
"Quiet--"
However, as Gu Yulan spoke, the surroundings were suddenly filled with a solemn atmosphere.
Those undercover agents were dragged onto the stage by the ruthless execution disciples. They were shirtless and their scapulas were pierced by special rune chains, which not only suppressed their cultivation but also caused severe pain with every step. They were pushed up and stumbled and fell, and the chains were still pulled, which immediately pulled the wounds and caused blood to ooze out.
The executing disciples were not polite either. They dragged the demon cultivators to the center of the stage, leaving a trail of blood.
The specially made long whip was wrapped with a faint light and soaked in an irritating liquid. It emitted a sharp cold light, and the barb was hideous and terrifying.
Ji Yanli stood on the stage with his hands behind his back, his voice reaching every corner: "Execution!"
The law enforcement disciple had a cold look in his eyes and raised his whip without hesitation, drawing a sharp arc in the air.
With a loud "snap" sound, the whip fell fiercely on these demon cultivators, and the barb instantly pierced into the flesh. As the whip was retracted, a bloody mess was left behind. They let out heart-wrenching screams, their bodies twitched violently, and blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the table beneath their feet red.
Immediately afterwards, the whips fell rapidly and continuously, and their bodies were beaten to pieces, with flesh and bones visible. The tragic scene was unbearable to watch, but the law enforcement disciples showed no mercy.
The barbed whip fell again and again, each blow was accompanied by a horrifying sound and wails of pain, until they were beaten to silence. The stage was a mess of blood and flesh, and it was impossible to tell how many demon cultivators were lying there. The blood beads that were thrown up could even splash onto the nearby disciples in the audience.
The sect chose such a bloody method for deterrence, but also to express strong malice towards the sect's undercover agents.
It was also the first time for the new disciples in the sect to see such a large-scale execution. At first they were very curious and watched it seriously, but later they felt uncomfortable and their faces turned pale. Many of them turned their heads away, and some even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, and were frightened.
Even people with a clear conscience would feel terrified, not to mention the one being frightened...
Duan Jiashu's body was stiff. The horrific corpse on the stage was reflected in his eyes. He felt his hands and feet go weak, his head seemed to be buzzing, and cold sweat broke out.
The disciples who were watching the execution were not forced to stay until the end. Seeing that the demon cultivators had run out of breath, some disciples left one after another, but most of them stayed to watch the end.
"Mingci, if you feel uncomfortable, go back first."
Not far ahead was Lu Wensheng, with his back to Duan Jiashu, who had not turned around. Hearing the voice transmission, Duan Jiashu paused, looked at some other disciples who were leaving, responded softly, and left.
Lu Wensheng turned his head slightly and saw Duan Jiashu squeezing through the crowd and leaving. He could vaguely catch a glimpse of his pale face. He turned his head and continued to look at the stage.
"Go ahead if you want to."
Wu Feipeng next to him agreed and left.