Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 345: Raising Gods 25

The barrier of Wuwang Mountain was set up by Qiu Yueming himself. I'm afraid no one in the entire Six Realms can break it except the one in the Void Realm.

Of course, Qing Wan knew where the center of the formation was, so it was not difficult for her to get out. The difficult part was that she was wrapped up like a dumpling, sweating profusely and feeling very uncomfortable.

Enduring the stickiness all over her body, she flew out of Wuwang Mountain on her sword, and immediately and carefully went into the dense forest where few people had been. She used the tracking butterfly to confirm the direction every few steps, and finally she found the Qishan Sword Sect.

Before she could sneak into the sect, she heard a sound approaching. Qing Wan's mind tensed and she immediately curled up in the corner. The little flower fairies around her were very attentive and immediately stretched out their branches to completely cover her figure.

"...Really, don't disbelieve it, everyone who saw the witch in Yecheng that day is dead."

The sound of discussion gradually became clearer as it came from far away, and someone sneered.

"Who said they are all dead? Aren't there still some powerful leaders alive and well? Maybe those who died in Yecheng were caused by the jealousy of this group of people."

"Too scary. I heard that the witch is the only disciple of Taoist Wuwang."

"Oh, disciple? I think it's the furnace tripod he keeps. His realm has dropped so quickly, he must want to use some unorthodox methods to restore his strength."

"Then he must have felt guilty for standing up to take the punishment for his apprentice."

Qing Wan was already furious listening to their wanton slander of Qiu Yueming. Now she was even more shocked to hear that Qiu Yueming was punished for her.

She held her breath and listened to the discussions of the group of Qishan Sword Sect disciples who were gradually walking away.

"…I heard that the punishment is extremely severe. Not only will he be nailed with nine soul-resurrecting nails, but he will also be whipped fifty times. My God, it hurts just to hear about it."

After Qing Wan, who was curled up in the corner, heard these words clearly, her pupils suddenly shrank and her hands and feet became cold.

She had seen the Soul-Restoring Nail in a book. One of them was enough to make a powerful person who had entered the realm of enlightenment feel so painful that his soul would be torn apart, let alone nine of them.

And the punishment whip is used by Qishan Sword Sect to punish disciples who have committed serious mistakes. Usually, ten whips are enough to break a person's immortal bones and destroy his foundation.

They were not punishing Qiu Yueming, they were preparing to bind him with morality and torture him to death.

Qing Wan's heart and lungs felt like they were filled with ice chips, and the bloody smell from his throat surged up in waves.

She had to go and take Qiu Yueming away.

Clumsily standing up again, she followed the tracking butterfly all the way towards Qishan.

Perhaps it was because the leaders and powerful people from all walks of life had gathered in the Qishan Sword Sect in the past two days, and the people coming and going were so mixed and chaotic, so that the guards of the Qishan Sword Sect were mainly concentrated in the palaces where the nobles were temporarily staying, which gave Qing Wan the opportunity to sneak in.

The tracking butterfly kept flying forward. Even from a distance, Qing Wan could hear the noise of human voices. Thinking of the discussions of those disciples, her blood ran cold.

She found a path with the least people, hiding along the way, and finally she saw the altar in the distance.

Ancient and magnificent, majestic and mysterious.

The square below the altar was surrounded by a huge crowd of people, and above the altar stood the leaders of various ethnic groups, dressed in extraordinary clothes, with a dignified temperament, and staring at the Taoist Master Wuwang in the center of the altar with different expressions.

He had been pierced with six soul-resurrecting nails and whipped thirty times. His body was covered in blood and there was almost no intact flesh. His white clothes were dyed red and the ends of his silver hair were soaked with blood.

Even so, he did not fall down. He used Lianshuang to support his body and frowned. Even though the veins on his forehead were throbbing with pain, his expression did not lose its composure in the slightest.

In fact, he didn't have to suffer such physical pain. The so-called decline in realm was just a lie. As long as he wanted to, it would be easy for him to destroy those scum in an instant.

But whenever he thought of Qing Wan lying in the cage with her limbs broken that day, the pain that almost strangled her heart and lungs made him wish he could die.

The overwhelming sense of guilt weighed down Qiu Yueming, and he was on the brink of collapse all the time. He thought that this was probably the price of raising the succubus for so many years.

So he pushed this self-torture tactic to the extreme, making himself endure a thousand times the pain in order to relieve the anxiety that was almost driving him crazy.

Lan Qi, who was on top of the altar, stared at Qiu Yueming closely, becoming more and more restless, thinking that as long as Qiu Yueming was seriously injured or died, the succubus he raised could be controlled by him.

There was a trace of greed in his eyes, but Lan Qi looked righteous and pretended to be heartbroken.

"The Dao Zun has a noble character and deep feelings. We all know this, but Qing Wan caused such trouble, and you have to suffer this torture in vain. It is really unfair."

Qiu Yueming opened his eyes. From the distance, she couldn't see the emotion in his eyes. He just said in a cold and calm voice, "No need to say more. I said before that after the nine soul-resurrection nails and fifty whips, no one can hold her responsible. I will completely close Wuwang Mountain and never take a step out of it for the rest of my life. I will watch over her for the rest of my life."

Lan Qi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the people standing beside him also had gloomy eyes. They were like cold evil spirits, looking down upon him, full of malice at this being who had redeemed the righteousness of the six realms time and again.

"In this case, it would be difficult for us to disobey the Dao Zun's request."

Lan Qi moved his fingertips lightly, and in an instant, the remaining three soul-resurrection nails appeared quietly in mid-air. When they were about to pierce Qiu Yueming's body, a roar with a crying tone suddenly sounded in the noise.

"stop!!"

Qiu Yueming was not surprised at all. After all, everything was going according to his plan.

But when he turned around and saw the little dumpling staggering and running towards him without hesitation in the distance, his heart still beat hopelessly.

He recognized the extremely ill-fitting clothes Qing Wan was wearing; they were all his.

Qiu Yueming couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. His thoughts stirred up a sense of satisfaction in the intense pain. He stared at the little figure with tenderness and obsession.

The Sword Sect disciples guarding the surroundings acted very quickly and immediately wanted to detain the intruder, but before they could get close, Qing Wan's figure suddenly disappeared, and appeared in front of Qiu Yueming the next second.

"Master..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, but she did not stop making hand gestures, ready to take him away by force.

But the next second, a strong wind blade suddenly swept over. Qiu Yueming raised his eyes, and his pupils were torn into blood red in an instant. He suddenly stood in front of Qing Wan, used Lianshuang to split the wind blade, and fought back with a devastating force, cutting off the arm of Lan Qi who had attacked him.

"Who gave you permission to do it?"