A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 511 Whip Shadow
Duan Rong sat cross-legged on a pile of straw in the prison cell, meditating. Now that he was already behind bars, he simply put his worries aside and continued repairing the hidden injury to his dantian that had not yet been completed.

As for the divine whip and the Wanxiang Cave, we can only take it one step at a time.

He could see the danger from Zhu He's worried expression, but at the same time, Lu Yinlin made this arrangement not to kill him, but to train him, and Zhu He had already told him this.

Before Zhu He left, he only told him to be mentally prepared, but did not let him resist.

At this moment, the cell door suddenly opened and a figure walked in slowly.

Duan Rong opened his eyes and saw that the person coming was Yang Yi.

As soon as Yang Yi came in, he smiled and said, "Brother Duan, today is the day of execution, and the time is almost up."

"Really?" Duan Rong turned his somewhat stiff neck and said, "Brother Yang, I'm grateful for your care these past few days. You sent me fruits every day. These three days of imprisonment have not been boring at all."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "It's just a few fruits, you don't have to nag about it. Come on, let's go out."

Duan Rong stood up, and the iron chains and shackles on his hands rattled a few times.

Yang Yi took Duan Rong out of the dungeon.

As soon as Duan Rong came out of the dungeon, his eyes moved. He saw Yang Sixian standing there with his hands behind his back in the open space at the entrance of the dungeon.

He originally thought that Yang Yi was taking him to Wuliang Cliff to be punished, but he didn't expect Yang Sixian to come in person.

Duan Rong laughed and said, "Why? Duan is being punished, and Director Yang is going to come here in person?"

Hearing this, Yang Sixuan turned around and said, "Yes, I will personally send you to Wuliang Cliff."

Duan Rong said: "Thank you very much."

Duan Rong's tone was not without sarcasm, but Yang Sixian just said coldly: "You have violated the iron law of the sect. The sect master has ordered me to judge the sect and pass the order to the sect so that the sect disciples can watch the punishment and set an example for others!"

Duan Rong was stunned. Damn it, they were using him as a negative example.

Yang Sixian said: "And Master Chu and many elders from the Elders' Council will be there. In such an occasion, I will naturally escort you there personally."

Duan Rong's forehead was full of black lines. Why are these people so idle?! They are treating him as a show.

In fact, the divine whip has not been seen for hundreds of years.

After Lu Yinlin repaired it, he kept it in the Wanxiang Cave and put it aside.

If Lu Yinlin had not personally ordered to hit Duan Rong with the Divine Whip three times, everyone in the sect would have almost forgotten the existence of the Divine Whip.

The divine whip that has been silent for hundreds of years has been brought to the world. Who wouldn’t want to see its charm?

Yang Yi wants to go too!

But Yang Sixian wanted to personally escort Duan Rong away and ordered him to stay behind to make decisions at the Zongzhengsi, so he had no choice but to obey.

Yang Sixuan glanced at the iron chains and shackles on Duan Rong's hands and suddenly said, "Take off the shackles. They will get in the way when I am tortured."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yi took out the key and removed the handcuffs from Duan Rong's hands.

Yang Sixian waved his sleeves, and Duan Rong was swept up, turning into a black light, shooting into the depths of the endless mountains where clouds and mist rolled. In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared...

There were quite a few figures walking around on the Wuliang Cliff at this time.

Outside Xiao Qiwu's cave is a platform protruding from the cliff.

At the end of the platform was an execution platform that had been abandoned for many years.

Two mottled stone pillars were wrapped with iron chains and shackles, which were engraved with densely packed ancient runes.

In the past three days, Xiao Qiwu has instructed the boy to clean the place thoroughly.

Although the boy took great pains to clean, the moss on the stone pillar could not be wiped off. After wiping it, it became even more mottled.

At this time, two rows of stone chairs were placed on both sides of the open space outside the cave, forming an arc with the cave as the center.

There were already a few people sitting on the stone chairs, including Chu Qiushan, Zhu He, and Lin Youjian...

Zhu He looked at the stone pillars on the ancient execution platform from time to time with a serious expression.

From this cliff, the surrounding mountaintops and mountainsides, from afar, you can vaguely discern a number of people watching the excitement, wearing colorful clothes, looming in the shadows of the mountains and fields...

Wuliang Cliff, which is usually quiet and deserted, is bustling with noise today.

In a valley somewhere, Ximen Kankan and Shen Mizhi stood on the top of a tall beech tree. They stretched their bodies and adjusted their postures with the wind.

Ximen Kankan looked towards the cliff diagonally opposite and saw a few people like black dots on the platform there.

Ximen Kankan asked, "Where is Duan Rong?"

Shen Mizhi looked for a while and said, "It seems that she hasn't come yet."

At this time, a black light shot out of the clouds and landed on the platform. It was Yang Sixian who brought Duan Rong here.

Duan Rong landed still, his eyes swept over the old execution platform and the stone bench for watching executions at the entrance of the cave. He then listened to the faint voices coming from the nearby mountains behind him, and suddenly felt that this scene was a bit grand.

As soon as Yang Sixuan settled down, Xiao Qiwu walked out of the cave.

The two men greeted each other with fists clasped and exchanged pleasantries.

Yang Sixian took out the document, Xiao Qiwu glanced through it, and after signing, Yang Sixian grabbed Duan Rong and handed him to Xiao Qiwu.

This was the first time Xiao Qiwu saw Duan Rong, and he couldn't help but glance at him twice.

After Yang Sixian took over, he walked away and sat down on a stone chair.

Xiao Qiwu stood there and waved his hand. Immediately, two men in black clothes and tight suits rushed out from the cave. They escorted Duan Rong to the execution platform.

They had just taken two steps when Xiao Qiwu's divine sense had already reached out and scanned Duan Rong's body. Suddenly, his brows knitted and he said, "Stop!"

The two men in black clothes stopped immediately and turned to look at Xiao Qiwu.

Xiao Qiwu stared at Duan Rong and said coldly, "Take the Dew Drinking Cicada off your neck!"

Zhu He said, "Brother Xiao, the Dew Drinking Cicada won't affect your execution, right?"

Xiao Qiwu stood there, not looking at Zhu He, but turned his head to look at Yang Sixian, and asked: "Director Yang, the prisoner is actually wearing a Dew Drinking Cicada on his neck. Is this a dereliction of duty on your part in judging the Ministry of Imperial Clan Affairs? If you can't remove the Dew Drinking Cicada from his neck, you can take him back to the dungeon. When you can remove it, come to my Wuliang Cliff to be punished!"

As Xiao Qiwu said this, he was about to turn away.

Yang Sixuan said, "Brother Xiao, calm down! This is my fault for judging the Zongzheng Division. Things like the Dew Drinking Cicada should not appear on the prisoners being punished."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qiwu's expression relaxed a little, and he stood there, motionless.

Yang Sixuan stood up, walked to Duan Rong and said coldly, "Duan Rong, hand over the Dew Drinking Cicada!"

Duan Rong snorted coldly, glanced at Yang Sixuan, and said, "This is something my master gave me, why should I give it to you!?"

Yang Sixuan asked: "You want me to do it myself?"

Duan Rong said: "You can try. If you do something, I will immediately attract the Dew Drinking Cicada."

Yang Sixuan said: "You..."

Zhu He sat on the stone chair with a somewhat uncertain expression on his face.

Chu Qiushan said: "Zhu He, go and persuade that boy not to cause trouble here."

Zhu He said: "I can't do anything about it. I don't think it will work, so just take him back to the dungeon."

Chu Qiushan's face was as gloomy as water, and he said, "Zhu He, let me remind you that it was the order of the ancestor to make him receive three blows of the divine whip."

Zhu He sneered and said, "It's already this late, don't use the ancestor to pressure me."

Chu Qiushan looked at Zhu He sitting there, motionless, and obviously had no intention of interfering. He became furious and shouted, "Yang Sixuan, take his Dew Drinking Cicada away from me!"

"Okay!" Yang Sixian responded and was about to take action.

Zhu He stood up quickly, and Xiao Qiwu flashed and stood directly in front of Zhu He.

"Wait a minute!" Duan Rong shouted immediately when he saw that the situation was not right. Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Duan Rong.

Duan Rong coughed lightly and said, "You can give it to me if you want. I can only give it to my master."

Hearing this, Yang Sixuan's eyelids moved and he said, "Okay!"

Yang Sixuan stepped back a few steps and made way. Duan Rong then walked up to Zhu He and took the Dew Drinking Cicada off his neck. "Master, please keep it for me."

Zhu He sighed, glanced coldly at Yang Sixian, Chu Qiushan and others, and reached out to take it.

Duan Rong saw the tense atmosphere just now. If he insisted on continuing, there would be only two results, either the Dew Drinking Cicada would be attracted, or Yang Sixuan would take the Dew Drinking Cicada away. He decisively called a halt and directly handed the Dew Drinking Cicada to Zhu He for safekeeping, because neither of the two results was what he wanted.

Zhu He put away the dew-drinking cicada and sat back on the stone chair. He glanced at Xiao Qiwu who had suddenly blocked his way. For some reason, he felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong. Xiao Qiwu should not have reacted like that just now.

A deep worry flashed in Zhu He's eyes.

After Duan Rong handed over the Dew-Drinking Cicada, he was taken by the two tightly-dressed men in black to the two large stone pillars at the execution platform. They used the iron chains wrapped around the stone pillars to tie Duan Rong up and fixed him between the two stone pillars.

There was an iron chain shackle around the waist and an iron chain shackle on each limb.

Duan Rong was fixed on the execution platform, and the two men stepped aside.

In the meantime, a few black rays of light landed on the platform, walked to the stone chair, exchanged a few words, and then sat down.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Chu Qiushan suddenly stood up, his aura surging, and shouted like a mountain roar: "Today, our disciple Duan Rong has violated the sect's iron rule. He will be punished with three strokes of the divine whip and imprisoned in the Wanxiang Cave. I hope that all disciples of the sect will watch the punishment and fear the law, and take it as a warning!"

Chu Qiushan's roar shook the valley like thunder.

Duan Rong was tied to the execution platform. Looking at the flashing figures on the four-sided mountain, he suddenly felt like he was being paraded through the streets.

As Chu Qiushan's voice passed, there was obviously a commotion in the valley.

After a while, the faint whispers in the valley subsided.

Xiao Qiwu glanced at the sundial on the side of the cave, and seeing that the time had come, he stood up and shouted, "Please use the divine whip!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy who had been waiting at the cave entrance walked out slowly, holding the magic whip in both hands. He wanted to walk with dignity, but he was short, and walking like that only made people feel a little funny.

The boy walked up to Xiao Qiwu, and Xiao Qiwu reached out to take the divine whip.

He walked a few steps with the whip in his hand and stood in front of the row of stone chairs, just facing Duan Rong on the execution platform.

Duan Rong had his back to this place. He was originally looking at the mountains in all directions. When he heard the movement behind him, he turned his head and glanced back.

The sect elders sitting on the stone chairs were all looking at Xiao Qiwu who was not far away. More precisely, they were all looking at the divine whip that Xiao Qiwu was holding in his hand.

Many of the sect's less experienced elders, such as Yang Sixuan and Lin Youjian, were seeing the Divine Whip for the first time.

Xiao Qiwu stood there, raising the divine whip with an expressionless face.

The twenty-one sections of the whip and the eighty-four talismans were still flashing, and a few intermittent talisman shadows were spinning around, making bursts of clear chanting sounds.

Although this divine whip is a repaired old item, it is obviously not an ordinary thing judging by its agile appearance.

Duan Rong felt a chill in his heart when he heard the strange singing voice behind him.

At this moment, Xiao Qiwu suddenly shouted: "First whip!"

As he spoke, he raised the whip and swung it down.

The next moment, as Xiao Qiwu swung the divine whip in his hand, a whip shadow suddenly appeared.

The whip shadow seemed solid and ghostly, and it lashed towards Duan Rong on the execution platform.

In a flash, the whip shadow directly smashed into Duan Rong's body and disappeared.

Duan Rong let out a shrill scream!

In his spiritual sea of consciousness, he saw a huge whip shadow falling from the sky and hitting the gray shadow sitting cross-legged.

The gray shadow was actually shaken by the whip, and its shape became more blurred. Moreover, the mist around the gray shadow was swirling non-stop after the whip passed...

There is not a single scar on Duan Rong's body. The divine whip hit your soul!

I can beat you till your soul is scattered to pieces, and you won’t even be hurt!

Although Duan Rong had no injuries, his body was trembling...

It is a pain that pierces the soul.

Duan Rong's body trembled not yet, the magic whip in Xiao Qiwu's hand began to sing again.

"Second whip!"

Zhu He's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Xiao Qiwu told him that day that he would know the severity of the situation. But now he could feel that Xiao Qiwu had no intention of letting him off.

His first whip was a real one, not only was the angle accurate, but the whip shadow was also solid. More importantly, after he finished the first whip, he didn't give Duan Rong any time to catch his breath, and immediately hit him with the second whip.

"There is something wrong with this person!" Zhu He looked at Xiao Qiwu's back, and a hint of ominousness flashed through his mind.

At this moment, the second whip shadow had already been thrown out by Xiao Qiwu.

The solid whip shadow suddenly appeared and pierced through Duan Rong's body at the end of the platform.

"Ah~"

The scream was like a blunt knife piercing bones! Duan Rong seemed to be shouting out his own soul.

Duan Rong's aura surged, and three flowers gathered on top of his head. He pulled the iron chain with both hands, and the ancient runes on the chain flickered continuously. No matter how hard he tried, he remained motionless.

The sound echoed in the valley.

Many people shuddered and got goosebumps all over their bodies.

Ximen Kankan was so frightened that he almost fell off the tree. He cried with a sad face, "It's over, it's over!"

Shen Mizhi also had an ugly expression on her face, and her lips were bleeding from biting them.

What kind of pain must a person be in to make such a sound? !

In Duan Rong's spiritual sea of consciousness, after the second whip shadow hit him, the original gray shadow was no longer in human form, but just a ball of gray mist with blurred edges, swirling there.

Duan Rong's screams paused for a moment, and he looked back. His eyes were now red, and his entire face was distorted with pain. He stared at Xiao Qiwu behind him like a demon.

Xiao Qiwu looked at Duan Rong's terrifying gaze, and his heart trembled. However, he raised his whip with a serious expression and shouted, "Third whip!"

Zhu He suddenly stood up and shouted, "Xiao Qiwu!"

Xiao Qiwu acted as if he didn't hear anything. The divine whip in his hand kept spinning, and a clear chanting sound rang out again.

Yang Sixian had already flashed and stood in front of Zhu He. Chu Qiushan also looked at Zhu He with a warning look.

At this moment, the third whip shadow was already thrown out!

Duan Rong looked back with red eyes, and saw that the whip shadow seemed to be solid, whistling towards him and piercing his body.

The moment the whip shadow entered his body, he could feel the gray fog that was still churning in his sea of consciousness being torn into pieces by the whip shadow, as if it had exploded.

At that moment, he was convulsing all over and foaming at the mouth...

"I~Cao Nima!"

Duan Rong cursed and then fainted... His head was drooping and his hands and feet were limp, as if he was hanging by chains and shackles.

After being beaten with three whips, Duan Rong fainted on the execution platform, and the surrounding mountains and fields were silent.

"Duan Rong!"

Zhu He had already flown over, seemingly to check Duan Rong's breath, and before anyone noticed, he had stuffed a pill into Duan Rong's mouth.

(End of this chapter)