Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 226 Strange Relatives

No one said anything. As soon as these words were spoken, it sounded like a plea for mercy, and Master Bai's hands began to hesitate.

Another person also stood up and said:

"Why not send the punishment first and talk about it after we've repelled the enemy? We have over a thousand disciples. If the leader dies, who will lead them? You or me? Do you have the ability to do that?"

These two people are from the Yu family.

Yu Qinghan looked at his uncles and uncles, Yu Congwen and Congwu. These two were the people with the most influence here. As long as they spoke, his father would be spared the death penalty. For hundreds of years from ancient times to the present, no one could survive this seventh level of torture, not to mention that his father was at the eighth level, even if he was at the peak of the ninth level.

Yu Qinghan looked at the two of them, his eyes almost dripping with blood, and he kept praying in his heart:

"Hurry up and say something, Uncle Master, Uncle Master! You two are my father's brothers, why don't you say anything now?"

Yu Congwen and Yu Congwu looked very unnatural. They looked at each other, turned their heads and remained silent.

Yu Congxiu seemed to have guessed it and said with a wry smile:

"Please, Master Bai, take action to uphold the dignity of the Iron Fan Sect's laws. After I die, my eldest brother and third brother will lead the Iron Fan Sect!"

As soon as the words fell, a voice like an explosion burst out from the crowd:

"With just the two of them, I'm the first one to disagree..." An old man with a purple beard stood up.

Yu Congxiu's expression suddenly became serious, staring at him and shouting:

"Yu Da, step back!"

The old man named Yu Da suddenly bit his lip, his face flushed red, and he knelt down with them, crying, "If the master dies today, Yu Da will not live alone. He will definitely accompany you on the road to the underworld!"

Yu Congxiu suppressed his emotion and said to Master Bai:

"Do it!"

Yu Qinghan felt heartbroken. His father was a man of his word and never gave anyone a chance to find fault with him. He had made up so many excuses just to keep himself alive. He was willing to risk his life for his friend, but ended up causing his clansmen and his father to die on the battlefield.

He trembled and squirmed, wanting to pounce on his father and take the punishment in his father's place. Yu Congxiu seemed to know what his son was thinking, and a cold look shot at him, stopping him.

"Master, I'm sorry!"

Elder Bai inserted three blue-bladed knives into his ribs.

"fine!"

Yu Congxiu took a deep breath and watched the three green knives inserted into his ribs. Master Bai moved quickly with his hands, took out a rib from his chest, and immediately sprinkled white powder on it to stop the wound. The three knives were immediately pulled out and inserted into the right chest ribs.

The same technique, the same ribs, two bloody ribs were taken out and placed on brown paper.

This second level of punishment is not over yet...

Master Bai pulled a green silk thread, tore it into two pieces, and placed them in a black box.

The box contained colorful spiders, scorpions, and huge centipedes.

When the silk thread entered the box, it suddenly began to swell. All the poisons were sucked into the stomach by the two pieces of silk thread, melted, and turned into ribs as thick as two fingers.

The green thread had a blue and green aura inside, which was obviously the liquid of these poisons.

Master Bai took a breath of cold air and gritted his teeth and said:

"Master, please use your luck. The poison has entered my body and I won't be able to hold on."

"It's okay, come on!"

Two pieces of green poisonous bones were re-implanted into Yu Congxiu's broken chest bones.

Yu Congxiu looked calm. Just as he was about to stand up, his face suddenly twisted, his whole body suddenly tilted, and he fell directly to the ground.

Yu Da immediately ran out and helped him up. He saw two streams of poisonous gas pouring into his chest, passing through his face and going straight into his brain. His breath had stopped.

Suddenly burst into tears:

"You...you executioners...killed the master...I..." He wanted to say I will fight you to the death, but then he remembered that these were all his disciples.

Regret and helplessness intertwined in his heart, Yu Da pounded the ground in pain.

All the bluestone slabs were smashed into pieces by him, blood oozing from his hands, and cries of pain echoed through the night sky.

Everyone present was horrified, some were sad, and some were secretly happy.

An elderly man in his seventies suddenly burst into tears, touching the hearts of many people.

As soon as Yu Congxiu fainted, all the Taoist energy in Yu Qinghan's body disappeared.

He listened to Yu Da's crying, and his father was killed by Li Xing.

The whole person seemed to have suddenly gone crazy, rushed forward madly, and hugged his father tightly.

His expression was dull and numb, and he kept repeating:

"It's not like that..."

"It's not like that... It's not like that... I made a mistake. My father lied. I was the one who took the fairy spirit to the Fan Ancestor's abode. Please punish me!"

Yu Qinghan knelt on the ground in pain, his head bleeding.

His voice was dry and choked, and it felt like a knife was stuck in his throat.

At this moment, a faint voice said with a wry smile:

"Child, don't cry. Your father is still alive. How could such a minor injury kill your father? You are too disrespectful of the leader of the Iron Fan Sect, a cultivator of the Eight Realms of Perfection..."

"Master, why are you so stupid? Why don't you use your Dao Qi? Our sect's laws don't stipulate that you can't use Dao Qi to counteract punishment."

Yu cried out in tears.

This made his crying sound joyful, and he kept scolding the young man he was taking care of.

Yu Qinghan stopped crying when he saw his father wake up:

"Dad, I didn't know how to judge people and made a big mistake. Why are you taking the blame for me? This is what I deserve."

Yu Congxiu slowly opened his eyes, and two green lights flashed in his pupils. It was obvious that he was unwilling to let the poison enter his brain.

"Child, you're wrong. Think about it carefully. Without my tacit consent, could you have obtained the Fate Emblem? How could you have entered the forbidden land of the Iron Fan Ancestor? All of this was just a gamble from your father, who was just trying to lend you a hand. Unfortunately... fate has not favored me, nor has it favored the Iron Fan Sect. My ancestors have also not blessed me, leaving me with regrets!"

Yu Congwen looked at this scene of loving father and filial son, and his voice suddenly became cold as ice. He said coldly:

"Master Bai, the Sect Leader can still hold on, continue!"

Hearing this, everyone looked at him strangely.

The three heroes of the Yu family have always been brothers with a close relationship, but now they have become the White-Faced Grim Reaper who is demanding death.

When he heard these cold words, Yu Qinghan looked at his uncles and aunts with thick hatred in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, stared at the two of them, and asked word by word:

"Master, Uncle, you two are definitely going to force my father to death today so that you can inherit the position of the headmaster?"

Yu Congwu suddenly flashed out and slapped Yu Qinghan hard:

"As a junior, what are you talking about? If the leader commits a crime, he is guilty as well as the disciples!"