Chapter 9
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Chapter 9: The Trial Begins
The usually arrogant bullies now got beaten like dogs. Their fancy robes couldn’t withstand the flaming and watery great rods—all torn to shreds, exposing pale buttocks smeared with blood!
Among them were thousands of experts who had cultivated for centuries. Now they lay bare-bottomed before tens of thousands of ordinary disciples they once scorned—this humiliation hurt worse than the rods.
Many wished for death. Had their cultivation not been suppressed by the Ancestral Hall, some would’ve killed themselves on the spot.
Yet Fang Lie and the old bird showed no pity. Instead, they reveled in the chaos.
Since his father’s tragic death ten years prior, Fang Lie had endured bullying from family disciples. Years of pent-up hatred finally erupted.
The old bird, heartless as ever, grew excited by the screams. Hidden in the Ancestor’s Token, it chirped to Fang Lie: "In Mo Sect’s entire history, today’s beating is the best! Thousands stripped and spanked—unprecedented! You’re bold enough to be my successor. Keep this up, and I’ll back you forever!"
"Don’t worry," Fang Lie said, touching his sudden wings. "My Fang Family never retreats. I swore to punish evil, gained the Heavenly Dao’s approval, and inherited the Divine Phoenix Nirvana Scripture. I’ll walk this path even to destruction."
As blood pooled in the Ancestral Hall, the Four Token Lords in the Secret Realm turned pale.
The Eight-Hundred-Generation Families—Mo Sect’s founding pillars—had their heirs beaten! These families dominated Mo Sect’s upper ranks, including the Four Token Lords themselves.
For centuries, family disciples enjoyed privileges, resources, and immunity. The Ancestral Hall’s rods only struck outsiders. Yet today, Fang Lie—a mere outer disciple—humiliated thousands of them publicly.
Even the Token Lords couldn’t fathom such audacity. Did Fang Lie not realize he’d enraged Mo Sect’s core power? Half the beaten were vicious souls who’d skin him alive!
Sect Master Mo Qianxun frowned pensively, while Ancestral Hall Leader Zhou Zhenqing looked mortified. External Affairs Hall’s Huo Wufang sighed: "Fang Lie’s righteous, but he’s doomed himself."
"Fool!" snapped ‘Courage’ Token Lord Lei Zhengfeng. "He insults Mo Sect’s pillars! He deserves death!"
Huo Wufang retorted: "Family disciples grew corrupt under protection! Fang Lie’s right—we’re becoming no better than demonic sects!"
"Enough." Mo Qianxun silenced them. "Mo Sect isn’t a demonic sect. Discipline must be upheld."
As they argued, the beating concluded. Thousands writhed in blood, unable to stand. Their curses followed:
"I’ll repay this, Fang Lie!"
"I’ll carve you into Thousand Cuts!"
"Step outside and you’ll beg for death!"
Fang Lie laughed coldly: "If I survive three days after leaving, every one of you is a dog’s bastard!"
The crowd froze. Even the beaten fell silent—their threats now hollow.
Finally, Fang Lie turned to Yuan Hua, who trembled under his gaze. Having witnessed the carnage, Yuan Hua regretted everything.
"Yuan Hua." Fang Lie’s voice cut like ice. "You accused me of raping a woman and slaughtering her family. True or false?"
