Chapter 2
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Chapter 2: The Three Unyielding Tortures
The Law Enforcement Heavenly Soldiers were mindless constructs that rigidly enforced sect regulations without mercy. By Mo Sect Rules, once the flaming and watery great rods appeared, blood must flow before they withdrew!
Yet when the brutal strike landed, Fang Lie gritted his teeth without uttering a sound. His legs remained rooted as he growled through clenched jaws, "This disciple understands!"
Another vicious blow followed as the soldiers intoned, "Second Rule: No infighting between sect members!"
"Disciple understands!" Fang Lie answered firmly, his voice unwavering.
This marked the first stage of Mo Sect’s Three Unyielding Punishments – the Rule Enforcement Beating. The soldiers acted as proxies for the Mo Ancestor’s teachings, reciting each regulation while delivering bone-crushing strikes. The condemned must respond correctly to each recited rule, lest the strike be repeated.
With 108 Mo Sect Rules came 108 blood-drawing blows. Few endured this full punishment – most broke within ten strikes, surrendering even when innocent to end the torment. Only rare phoenix-feather exceptions endured all strikes without yielding.
As Fang Lie endured, Yuan Hua jeered to his cronies, "Look at this idiot standing like a post! Even a dog knows to crouch when beaten!"
"Ten strikes and he’ll beg!" scoffed a silk-robed youth.
"Five strikes before tears!" another countered.
Soon bets flew among the privileged young masters, their laughter echoing sacrilegiously through the Ancestral Hall. Law Enforcer Li Feng deliberately ignored their gambling – these scions of the Eight-Hundred-Generation Families enjoyed impunity through their interconnected influence.
"Twenty strikes! Damn you Fang Lie!" a loser cursed as the bleeding disciple remained standing.
By thirty strikes, Fang Lie’s Dao robe hung in tatters, revealing a back crisscrossed with weeping wounds. Blood pooled around his feet, yet he stood like an iron pillar against the relentless rods.
When the final 108th strike fell, shocked whispers spread through the crowd. "He’s the first to endure all strikes standing!" marveled an outer disciple. Even some young masters muttered reluctant respect.
Law Enforcer Li Feng’s face darkened with fury. "Think this ends here? The second punishment awaits – Three Blades, Six Holes!"
The soldiers materialized jagged trisected swords crackling with blue energy. They slowly drove the serrated blades through Fang Lie’s flesh. Electricity arced through his body as steel met bone, yet the disciple remained standing through all three impalements.
"You stubborn fool!" Li Feng spat. "The final punishment severs all meridians and shatters your dantian! Submit now or become a cripple!"
"Senior Brother, yield!" pleaded disciples. "With your divine fire spiritual root, you could rebuild your life!"
Fang Lie raised his bloodied face. "Truth needs no confession. Break my bones, shred my meridians – Fang Lie kneels to none!"
At Li Feng’s command, red and blue Divine Light erupted from the soldiers’ palms. Fang Lie’s body convulsed as his meridians snapped like rotten twine. His once-powerful frame withered, spiritual energy bursting from his ruined dantian like a popped waterskin.
When the light faded, a skeletal figure stood swaying where a promising cultivator had been. The Ancestral Hall fell silent, bearing witness to talent’s destruction and unbroken will.
