Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 299

Chapter 299: Chapter 69 Punishment_2

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Even though he could destroy what was before him, once Ning Daohuan found out, it would surely result in his death.

Yusha stepped in a gait similar to Yu Step, muttering incantations.

Quickly, from the plethora of Spirit Sending Signs, eight bamboo sticks flew out abruptly.

Those present were all cultivators, undeniably sharp in their senses to immediately notice the gilded names carved on the bamboo sticks.

“An Tang, Zhao Zhijin, Su Wanqi…”

“He actually fled too? No wonder we didn’t see him upon return, I thought he was dead”

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“Su Wanqi? How could it be him? He is usually kind and honest, who would imagine he could have such courage? Did we get it wrong? Could he possibly be trapped outside and unable to return?”

“Indeed, Zhang Laoshi isn’t like that, could it be a mistake?”

Seeing these names, most of the familiar cultivators revealed an incredulous look.

It was clear that they found it hard to believe that these people could have such audacity.

Only a handful of their familiar brethren evaluated the situation consistently, expressing no surprise at their defection from the Tianmen Cult.

Wang Ba, Bu Chan, and Shen Fu remained silent.

They did not know these people well.

Master Yusha, upon hearing the whispers of doubt from the cultivators below, did not react in anger.

His voice carried a chilly tone:

“Would those planning to betray our Sect display such intent openly? They would only try their best to conceal it, not letting anyone catch on.”

Wang Ba felt a sudden chill in his heart, sensing that the remark was directed at him.

Seeing Master Yusha speaking, the cultivators below didn’t dare to say much and shut their mouths.

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As for what they were thinking, only they knew.

Master Yusha took in all the reactions from the crowd, following which he sneered coldly and shouted abruptly:

“Get them!”

In an instant,

The soul aura abruptly detached from the eight Spirit Sending Sticks, flickering!

Simultaneously, beside the first Spirit Sending Stick, a water mirror suddenly ascended.

Within the water mirror, one could vaguely make out what appears to be a scar-faced Qi Refining Stage cultivator, treading effortlessly through the snow.

“It’s An Tang!”

Someone who recognized him couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Where is he? This doesn’t look like Chen State, does it?”

The one who answered was Master Yusha.

He chuckled coldly:

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“Of course it’s not Chen State. He headed north and should be already within the borders of Ye State by now.”

“Ha, he probably thinks that he has escaped our Sect, feeling quite successful…”

The cultivators below did not say a word.

Indeed, based on what they saw in the water mirror, it seemed like it was so.

This An Tang was leisurely racing through the snowy plains, even dropping down from his flying Magic Tool to hunt a few snow rabbits, seemingly wanting to feast on them.

There was not a bit of nervousness in his defection.

Seeing this, the surrounding cultivators were at a loss for words for the moment.

“Heh!”

Master Yusha sneered, quickly closing his eyes to chant a spell.

Shortly, a dark light immediately flew out, enveloping the flickering soul aura of An Tang on the Spirit Sending Sign.

Next moment.

Within the water mirror,

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An Tang, who was skinning a snow rabbit, suddenly shivered.

He seemed to sense that something was wrong, immediately standing up instinctively and looking down.

Then, an intense shock and fear uncontrollably filled his eyes!

Where his gaze fell, the flesh of his body was peeling away as effortlessly as accumulated snow on a roof…

“Ah——”

This Qi Refining cultivator let out a terrified cry like any mortal would.

But quick enough, he couldn’t even make such a sound as his throat dropped from his neck, his face rapidly losing his flesh.

Yet, what made the cultivators who watched this scene even more terrified was the fact that even though An Tang was almost reduced to a skeleton…

He was not dead yet!

“He will remain alive for another month.”

There was a hint of excitement flashing in Master Yusha’s eyes.

“When all his flesh falls off, flesh will regrow from his bones.”

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“Then, it will fall off again.”

“Every day, a cycle, for thirty days. During this period, he will remain absolutely conscious, his five senses will become more acute than ever before.”

“He won’t even be able to die, as his bones are now soft, he can’t even harm himself.”

As Yusha spoke, his excitement grew, his pride revealed clearly in his voice:

“Therefore, this Curse, I call it the ‘Thirty-days Spell’… an inspiration I got from Blood Bone Dao…”

“Heh heh, isn’t it interesting? Not only this, I have created many other interesting curses, rest assured, I will have all of you appreciate them one by one.”

At this moment.

All the cultivators below were utterly horrified.

Yusha, without hesitation, activated the water mirror next to the second Spirit Sending Sign.

One after another, strange and vicious curses, filled with torment, were revealed to everyone present.

Not one among these eight people met a peaceful end.

The Heresy Cultivators who had witnessed the entire process were deeply instilled with a seed of extreme fear.

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Even those with the intention of escaping couldn’t help but waver at this moment.

Death was one thing, but to be tormented to death like this was something no one desired.

Bu Chan was pale faced too, but he tried hard not to reveal any discrepancies.

Wang Ba feigned shock while patting Bu Chan’s back in a calm manner.

For him, this extent of intimidation was nothing.