The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

After Qiu Boyu and Lao Haoqiang escaped, the rest of the people were trapped in the left wing army of the Yin soldiers, and were quickly defeated one by one. They were taken prisoner, tied up, pierced through the collarbone, had their magic powers locked, and were brought before the left general Fang Ning'an.

Fang Ning'an sat in the central military chair, looked at the dozens of people tied up below, and nodded with satisfaction.

Some of the tied monks were dejected, some were terrified, and some were furious. They were all different.

Fang Ning'an stood up and walked in front of these people, examining them one by one. Finally, he stopped in front of the leader, the abbot of Chiyun Temple, Qu Jitong, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Hmph!" Qu Jitong stood proudly, saying nothing, just glaring at him angrily.

"Oh! You have guts!" Fang Ning'an sneered, "What a pity, guts can't save your life. You are now a prisoner!"

"Bah!" Qu Jitong spat, "How can you, the demons and monsters, scare me! Since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over good. I am the orthodox Xuanmen, and I am protected by the heavens. You little devils, don't be so arrogant. Once the Xuanmen army arrives, you will be wiped out!"

“Hahahaha!” Fang Ning’an laughed. “I don’t know whether I will be reduced to ashes or not, but your life is in my hands now! Come on, drag me out, behead me and hang my head at the entrance of the camp for those so-called orthodox Xuanmen people to see!”

"Yes!"

Several ghost soldiers came up and took Qu Jitong out.

Qu Jitong was dragged away while cursing: "Devil! Little devil! The heaven will punish you!..."

The sound quickly disappeared outside the camp gate.

The faces of the captured monks were pale.

Fang Ning'an looked around again, and whoever his eyes fell on lowered their heads. There were few people who dared to stand with their heads held high.

"What's your name?" Fang Ning'an walked up to Min Dongjun, looked at him and asked.

Min Dongjun's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head and said, "I am Min Dongjun."

"What sect? What position?"

"Xinghai Sect, I am honored to be the Sect Master."

"So you are the sect leader. I am so sorry for your disrespect!" Fang Ning'an reached out and patted Min Dongjun on the shoulder.

Min Dongjun's body sank and he felt his knees go weak. If he hadn't been in front of so many disciples, he would have almost kneeled down.

"I don't deserve it. Now that I'm a prisoner, I dare not call you the master. I wonder if the general has any advice for me?"

"Oh?" Fang Ning'an understood Min Dongjun's thoughts and smiled, "Are you willing to surrender and cooperate with us?"

The word "surrender" seemed to be a thorn in Min Dongjun's heart, but he didn't dare to resist. Qu Jitong had already been dragged out to be sacrificed, and he didn't want to die.

"What do you want, General?" he asked.

"Hahaha!" Fang Ning'an laughed, "Don't worry, since you've surrendered, you're one of us. From now on, you'll be one of us. There will be plenty of opportunities to make meritorious contributions. Come on, untie him!"

A soldier came up to help Min Dongjun remove the soul-locking chain that was passing through his scapula.

Min Dongjun felt a sharp pain in his scapula, but fortunately the chain had been removed and his internal Qi was flowing smoothly. He had a deep cultivation base, so this injury was not a big deal and he would recover soon.

"Thank you, General!"

"Don't be polite, we are one family. Come, take a seat and serve the wine!" Fang Ning'an gave the order in a heroic manner.

The ghost soldiers brought stools and served some wine.

Min Dongjun held the wine glass, hesitant and afraid to drink.

Fang Ning'an sneered in his heart and said, "Don't worry, this wine is not poisonous. It's just that the wine in our Fengdu is different from the wine in the human world. I don't know if you can get used to it."

After saying that, he picked up a glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Min Dongjun finally felt relieved and said, "Thank you for the wine, General."

Just as he was about to drink, he heard a Xinghai Sect disciple below shout, "You can't drink!"

Min Dongjun stopped and asked in astonishment: "Why?"

The man said, "Uncle Master, we are the righteous sect, how can we drink with these evil ghosts? Now we are prisoners, and if we die, it will be worthy of the teachings of our ancestors and the teachings of our master. If we drink this wine, we will be in league with the ghosts and help the evil, and there will be no redemption from now on!"

Min Dongjun was so embarrassed to be criticized by a disciple that he shouted, "What do you know? A wise man knows how to act! We practice cultivation to achieve immortality, not to die! The general is so magnanimous that he didn't kill us. He is a benevolent person. How can you say such things!"

“Uncle Master!” The man looked distressed. “Although our Xinghai Sect is not a big sect, it has been passed down for thousands of years and has been popular all the time. We have never had any bad people! Master Qu of Chiyun Temple can sacrifice his life for justice, so why can’t we? I will die, and I will leave my body to the way of heaven and to the people of the world!”

Min Dongjun was furious: "How dare you call me a scum?!"

He threw the wine glass in his hand, smashing it to the ground with a bang, rushed forward, and slapped the disciple in the face.

He removed the soul-locking chain at this time, and his magic power had recovered 30% of it, but he forgot that his disciple was still wearing a collarbone and had no magic power at all. How could he withstand his palm? With a crisp sound, half of his head was gone.

Min Dongjun was slightly stunned, but he showed no pity and said loudly: “Whoever dares to talk nonsense again, he will be the role model!”

Fang Ning'an didn't say anything either. He just held the wine glass and watched everything coldly.

Min Dongjun turned around and bowed to Ning An, saying, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, General."

Fang Ning'an nodded: "Everyone has their own aspirations, and we can't force them. How about this, all of you present, no matter which sect or school you are from, just line up here. Those who are willing to surrender, stand on the left, with Sect Master Min. Those who are unwilling, stand on the right, and I won't make it difficult for you, and I will give you a quick death."

At first there was total silence, as if everyone was standing there like wooden stakes.

After a while, someone finally stood up, walked to the left, and stood behind Min Dongjun.

Not long after, another person came out and stood behind them.

Then, people came out one after another, stood on the left, and lined up behind Min Dongjun.

The rest of the people looked at each other, seemingly hesitating about something.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's just a death. I'm satisfied as long as I can die quickly!"

He walked to the right, stood there alone, sneered arrogantly, and looked at the group of people queuing on the left as if he was looking at a clown.

"That's right, it's just a death! Even ordinary people can sacrifice their lives for their country, so why are we cultivators afraid of death? What's the point of practicing then!"

The other person also held his head high, walked to the right, smiled at the previous person, and stood side by side.

Led by these two, the rest of the people walked to the right and stood behind them. Although they were wearing collarbones, they were proud and stood at the head of the pen, as if they had returned triumphantly.

This actually shook the determination of those who had just stood on the left. Several people who were ready to surrender were suddenly infected by the heroic spirit and stepped out from the left and moved to the right.

One of them said, "Just now I was confused and stood on the wrong team. Now I understand that cultivators are more afraid of death than ordinary people because we have longer lifespans and have achieved great things. We always think highly of ourselves and think we can achieve something great. We are reluctant to give up our lives and the remaining years, but we don't realize that we have become cowards. If we don't even dare to die and are worse than ordinary people, how can we talk about cultivation, saving the world, and upholding the Way of Heaven?"

After hearing his words, everyone felt sympathetic, and those behind Min Dongjun began to get restless.

Min Dongjun was furious: "Humph, life is the foundation. Without life, cultivation is just empty talk. If you want to die, go die yourself, don't confuse the public with lies!"

He flew over and slapped the back of the person who was walking to the right.