Finally...

Afternoon!

The lame Hong Er let out a laugh of extreme joy echoing in the toilet - every time he looked at those "spring" pictures, he would experiment in the bathroom.

Everyone turned their heads to see this guy holding the "spring" picture in one hand and his pants in the other, running out frantically, completely mad with excitement: "Got it, got it, there’s a reaction... just lasted for three seconds..."

"..."

Everyone exchanged glances, then suddenly burst into laughter.

The female stewards all turned away, cursing without looking.

"Damn it!"

Fang Che cursed, kicked him flying out of the hall.

"Let’s see you act cheap again!"

"If this happens again, it won’t be just ten days! Remember that!"

The lame Hong Er nodded like a pecking chicken: "Won’t dare, won’t dare..."

Still, he couldn’t suppress the excitement in his heart.

Ran to the water tank and gulped down water again.

Then practiced cultivation.

"Mr. Fang, at this rate, I can do it by tomorrow."

The lame Hong Er, too excited for words: "Mr. Fang, I’ll report the good news to you then."

Fang Che’s face darkened, drew his sword with a clang: "Why the hell would you report such a thing to me..."

The sword gleamed menacingly, and the lame Hong Er fled in panic.

Instantly, laughter boomed in the Guardian Hall.

...

That day.

At the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Headquarters.

A huge flagpole was erected in the square with someone hanging from it. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

It was exactly Kou Yifang.

But now Kou Yifang had lost the ability to speak.

All around, blood clouds enveloped, the entire headquarters a sea of blood red.

This was the cruelest punishment of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, Blood Warning to the World!

With special cultivation techniques, the degree of pain was amplified fiftyfold, but the endurance level increased fiftyfold, mental resilience increased a hundredfold, and sensory acuity increased a hundredfold!

Every day, the blood mist splattered, dyeing eight surrounding plaques red; daily drugs sustained the body, ensuring survival for ninety-nine days.

Synchronized with Ghost Fire Soul Refining.

Experiencing this punishment was the cruelest torture in the world. One couldn’t even faint, only endure every shred of pain fully conscious.

The heartrending screams began on the first day, enveloping the place like ghostly wails, then resonated through all settings within the headquarters, telling everyone someone was enduring the Blood Warning to the World punishment.

All around, blood-red plaques stood, inscribed with names and crimes.

Subordnate sect Five Sects of Southeast’s Heavenly God Sect Master, Kou Yifang.

Committing atrocities, betraying superiors, showing no respect for elders, embezzlement; harming brothers, envying talents, framing honest people, heinously criminal.

Then below it detailed everything one by one.

The matter of Dream Demon was purely Kou Yifan’s trap.

The Heavenly God Sect being a mess was purely due to incompetence.

Framing the loyal of Yin Shen Palace, falsely accusing fellow brothers, and so on, and so forth...

Of course, these were all fronts.

The main point was below: This is a warning to serve as an example, if offenders appear again, they’ll be treated with the same severity!

This statement was rather frightening.

Kou Yifang being hoisted on the flagpole, wailing day and night, was equivalent to being skinned and dismembered countless times daily, a tragedy visible to everyone.

For a time, everyone at the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Headquarters was jittery.

Death isn’t scary.

What’s scary is wanting to die but being unable to, and enduring sensations amplified a hundredfold.

This is beyond human capacity to endure.

Moreover, after ninety-nine days, even the soul would dissipate into the heavens and earth, truly unable to reincarnate!

The Wei Wo Zheng Sect hadn’t dealt with anyone like this for hundreds of years.

The Blood Warning to the World even felt too cruel to the sect’s high echelon. But today, it appeared again!

The shock effect was something the Guardians couldn’t have imagined better!

Ever since Kou Yifang’s wailing began on the flagpole, those playboys of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect who enjoyed nightlife started heading home before night every single day.

Every evening, the ghostly wails spread throughout the territory using special arrangements!

Countless people speculated.

What on earth did this guy do?

To warrant such a warning from the Vice Sect Master?

But no one knew the specific details.

But everyone became extremely cautious.

The sect’s atmosphere transformed as a result.

...

Fang Che on vacation, with nothing to do, practiced cultivation every day, then went to the Worldwide Escort Agency to give speeches, messing with people for fun.

After two days, feeling bored, he decided to take Ye Meng and simply head back to Bibo City for a family visit.

Meanwhile, on the Guardians’ side, Xue Fuxiao and Yu Tianqi had already set off.

Heading to Feng Yunqi’s side.

Originally, Xue Fuxiao planned to wait a few more days, but after seeing Dongfang Sansan’s eyes filled with resentment again, and realizing there was no one else for Dongfang Sansan to vent his resentment on...

He immediately decided to flee.

Before leaving, he arranged for Ningxue Sword: "Qianshan, keep an eye on your Ninth Brother, don’t let him overwork, and if there’s nothing much, chat with him more."

Ningxue Sword, being clever, smirked: "You’ve caused trouble again, haven’t you?"

"Nonsense!"

Xue Fuxiao rebuked: "What are you thinking? I’m just going home for a bit."

Ningxue Sword said: "Going back to see your King Shi grandson? To pay homage?"

Xue Fuxiao immediately wanted to hit someone, cursed twice, rolled his eyes, and said: "Forget it, I won’t be angry with you, you’re just this kind of person. Oh, by the way, do you know what your Ninth Brother is doing behind closed doors every day now?"

Ningxue Sword’s interest was piqued: "What is he doing?"

Xue Fuxiao smiled: "Who’s your idol?"

Ningxue Sword was taken aback: "Jun Lin!"