Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

The name 'Ping Ping' made Bai Su's heart skip a beat.

He suddenly recalled the rumors among the disciples in private, and for a moment, he was caught in a dilemma.

The man seemed to see through Bai Su's thoughts.

He glanced at him indifferently, appearing somewhat hesitant.

"Whether or not to come in... think it over yourself."

After saying that, the man turned and walked towards the backyard.

Bai Su's expression changed repeatedly, his eyes filled with hesitation.

He raised his foot, then retracted it.

He had almost guessed the man's identity.

The male concubine of Chang Ping, the Third Elder of Flying Cloud Palace!

Just like the canaries of the nobles down the mountain...

Confined to this small plot of land, unable to go out, unable to step beyond.

Bai Su withdrew his foot, gritting his teeth, one hand supporting the door as he slowly released it.

Watching the door slowly close, Bai Su's emotions surged uncontrollably.

He knew very well that as long as he took this step inside.

He would obtain cultivation resources that he wouldn't be able to get even in ten or a hundred years.

The door in front of him was like the boundary between clouds and mud.

At the same time, as the gap in the door gradually narrowed.

The man inside the mansion stopped and looked back at Bai Su.

His tearful eyes were very complex, and when he looked at Bai Su, it was as if he saw himself from back then.

If he were given another chance to choose, he would definitely not choose to come in.

He would rather have low strength...

However, Bai Su, who was bowing his head outside the door, was also caught in a dilemma.

He knew that this step might completely change many things.

But looking at the gaze that met his.

Bai Su's heart suddenly trembled!!!

He actually understood the emotions contained in those eyes...

Bai Su's heart finally stopped wavering.

His broad hand suddenly braced against the door, and through the crack, Bai Su nodded slightly to the man inside who had already had his self wiped out.

The man's throat moved slightly, he closed his eyes, and tears streamed down the corners of his eyes.

But he was smiling, smiling with great relief.

Bai Su grabbed the door with his large hand and slammed it shut with a bang.

He, Bai Su, was one of the Seven Regions and Four Kings of the Human Spirit Realm!!

He was once a figure second only to one person and above ten thousand.

He could endure humiliation and bear burdens for some resources, just like when he first entered the cultivation world.

But he didn't want this kind of humiliation...

Cultivation strength exchanged for personality, although it could make his cultivation realm rise extremely quickly in a short period of time.

But what about the lost dignity?

Bai Su waved his sleeve and turned around, striding towards the main hall of Flying Cloud Palace.

His expression was firm, and his heart was extremely firm in his choice.

Even if this choice would definitely bring him a lot of trouble.

But he was him, the once formidable Tiger King Bai Su!

Barely a quarter of an hour had passed since Bai Su turned and left, and he had not yet reached the main hall of Flying Cloud Palace.

Although the word 'Duty' on the jade slip slowly dissipated!!

As immortal essence was sent into the jade slip, Bai Su heard the cold voice of Third Elder Chang Ping in his ear.

"Duty-holder Bai Su, dereliction of duty, dismissed from your post immediately!"

"If you have any objections, you can come and confront me face to face."

"Remember, this is the last chance I'm giving you!!"

Bai Su couldn't help but sneer when he heard the voice in the jade slip.

With just one sentence, the woman stripped Bai Su of the position of duty-holder that he had finally obtained.

But Bai Su did not regret his choice!

Bang!!!

His large hand forcefully crushed the jade slip.

Although Bai Su's strength was weak now, he was still the proud Tiger King in his heart!

Perhaps the choice he made before ascending was wrong in the eyes of many people.

But as far as he was concerned, he didn't think he was wrong.

At the same time.

A series of screams came from the mansion on the deputy peak!!

A middle-aged woman wearing a cyan dress was vigorously waving the thorny whip in her hand!!

Smack smack smack!!!

Her right hand was raised high, and her slightly thick arm vigorously whipped the man beneath her.

"It's all you!! It's all you!!!"

"You cheap thing!! You dare to pass on messages!! What do you think you are!"

"If I hadn't been supporting you all these years, could you have your current cultivation realm?"

"You can't even be a good dog!!!"

Smack smack smack smack smack!!

The long whip turned into a cloud of phantoms, frantically lashing at the man's back.

The white robe on the man's body had turned into strips of shredded cloth, stained with blood.

The thorns on the whip now had shreds of flesh hanging on them, covered in blood.

"Ugh!!"

The man lay on the cold ground, a painful groan coming from his mouth.

Although he could completely withstand this level of torture, he still had to groan.

Otherwise, Chang Ping would become heavier and more frantic.

Chang Ping had no waist at all, she was thick all the way down...

It was hard to imagine that face belonging to a True Immortal Eighth Level cultivator.

Fat and greasy, with single eyelids, a collapsed nose bridge, and a bulbous nose.

Chang Ping was panting like a cow, breathing rapidly, gritting her teeth with a fierce expression.

Even because she was too excited, she had saliva hanging from the corners of her mouth, and a little bit of snot running out.

The whip in her hand seemed to not be enough to satisfy her.

She rolled it up with both hands, folding the whip full of thorns.

She flipped the man over in one fell swoop, using her knees to press the man's hands against his chest.

With a sudden force, she broke all of the other party's fingers, and several ribs in his chest snapped with two cracking sounds.

The rolled-up thorny whip was stuffed into the man's mouth!!!

The corners of his mouth were torn, his tongue was instantly torn open, and his oral cavity was a bloody mess.

Large patches of blood gushed out.

The man's eyes widened, and the severe pain caused his whole body to spasm.

"Hahahaha!! Bastard!!"

"This is your punishment."

"You like to talk, don't you?"

Her right hand exerted force, the thorns cut through his tongue, and the man whimpered, unable to speak...

"He's mine!!! He must be mine!!"

"As long as he's still in Flying Cloud Palace for one day, he will eventually become my plaything!!"

"You dog thing!!! You dog thing!!"

Suddenly!!!

The man under Chang Ping suddenly erupted, immortal essence roared, and seven spiritual rhyme dao rings appeared behind him.

He flipped over in one fell swoop, throwing the woman away.

The handsome man stood up with wide eyes full of blood, forcibly clenched his broken right hand into a fist, and punched Chang Ping in the face.

The man's eyes were full of bloodshot veins, and he roared angrily like a wild beast about to devour someone, vaguely roaring.

"Go to hell!! I... am not a dog!! I am not!!"

"My name is Xiao..."

Pfft!!!!

A cold light flashed.

Chang Ping's figure appeared beside the man.

The man blankly raised his hand to cover his neck, a line of blood appeared, and blood spurted out, no matter how he covered it, he couldn't stop it.

His eyes gradually dimmed, but he used his last strength to say his name.

With a relieved smile on his face, he knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Xiao... Jie..."

Xiao Jie fell in a pool of blood, his body twitching slightly, the spiritual rhyme dao rings behind him gradually dissipating, and his vitality slowly dissipating.

His open eyes looked at the tilted world in front of him, and his bloody mouth trembled slightly.

Tears slowly flowed from his open eyes, and he murmured vaguely.

"My... name... is... Xiao Jie..."