Final Lord

Chapter 227 Bai Ling's Punishment

When Elder Evil Eye was first crushed by the sixteen boulders, he felt as if all his bones were about to shatter, his tentacles were being crushed painfully, and even breathing became difficult. He writhed in agony, trying to break free from the pressure, but with each movement, a boulder would roll off, hitting him and making him see stars.

"Ugh... What is this pain compared to the future of the race!" Elder Evil Eye gritted his teeth and endured the agony, his tentacles convulsing from the intense pain. But gradually, he discovered that the pressure of the boulder was causing a strange, tingling sensation in his body—his skin made a soft "crackling" sound under the pressure, as if it were being reshaped; his internal organs, being squeezed, instead released a warm current, and his magic circulated more smoothly within him.

"Could it be... this is a tempering bestowed by the White Spirit God?" He suddenly realized. His trembling tentacles stopped struggling and instead adjusted their position, allowing the stones to press down on his body more evenly. The pain gradually transformed into a strange pleasure, and he couldn't help but groan, "Mmm... harder, harder..."

Just as he was indulging in this twisted pleasure, the roots of the White Spirit Tree King suddenly burst forth with dazzling silver light! More than a dozen light whips shot out like venomous snakes, instantly wrapping around his tentacles and eyeballs, and violently pulling him off the ground.

"Ah?! White Spirit God! What are you doing—" Before Elder Evil Eye could react, the light whip had already lashed down fiercely!
"Crack!" A whip ripped through the skin, splattering a sticky substance mixed with blood.

"Spare me, my god!" Elder Evil Eye screamed and rolled around, only to see the phantom of White Spirit God hovering in mid-air, the single eye on his chest burning with cold, furious flames.

"You enjoy being crushed? Then try this!" The whip of light suddenly split into hundreds of fine threads, each one precisely scraping against the gaps in his carapace. This pain far surpassed being crushed by a boulder—it felt as if millions of ants were burrowing into his nerves and gnawing at him. The Elder of the Evil Eye's pupils instantly dilated, and his tentacles convulsed wildly: "I was wrong! White Spirit God, I was wrong!"

"Where did you go wrong?" Bai Ling asked sternly.

“I…I shouldn’t have spoken ill of your friend.”

*Crack! Crack! Crack!* The light whip lashed out again and again at Elder Evil Eye!
Before the whip had even stopped, Bai Ling's voice poured out like a cold spring: "You think you can fool me with your pretense? You're being cunning and deceitful!"

The final whip lashed down, slamming him heavily into the mud, the splashing dirt obscuring his eyes.

Bai Ling flew to the top of Elder Evil Eye's head and asked coldly, "I'm asking you, when Brother Bufu wanted to come to the forest to find me, did you refuse him? Tell me, who are you? What gives you the right to refuse someone else's request to see me on my behalf?"

Elder Evil Eye, who was feigning death, shuddered, a bad premonition washing over him. He finally understood why he had been beaten and realized that his chances of survival were slim.

A dozen minutes later, Elder Evil Eye was covered in wounds from the White Spirit God's whip, his body dripping with a mixture of viscous fluid and blood. He trembled, curled up in a ball, his sixteen eyeballs contracting violently in fear, his tentacles flailing frantically, begging for mercy.

"Supreme White Spirit God! Your humble servant knows his mistake!" He endured the excruciating pain and slapped the ground with his tentacles, splashing mud that covered the eyeballs on his tentacles.

“I will go and prepare the most solemn procession, weave a palanquin out of emerald vines, and have the most beautiful female of the tribe, Evil Eye, carry a fluorescent fern to invite your friend over.”

"Snap!" Another lash of light whipped his head, which he had just raised, back to the ground. Bai Ling's wings vibrated, creating a piercing sonic boom: "You said it yourself."

The single eye on her chest suddenly drew close to Elder Evil Eye, his distorted reflection appearing in its pupil: "Listen, I'm giving you a week. If you don't bring Brother Unconvinced into the forest, I'll kick you all out!"

I gave you shelter and a place to live, not so that you could turn on me and become my host, understand?

Elder Evil Eye broke out in a cold sweat. He recalled Wang Bufu's warning: "Next time you want to invite me into the White Spirit Forest, it won't be so easy. I'll make you tie up all your tentacles and roll in front of me to invite me in."

He... he can't really be that ruthless, right? I'll give him a way out, he should take it, right?
"But...but..." But we did help you fight off the root-worm infestation, which is commendable...

Just as Elder Evil Eye was about to argue, he suddenly noticed that the surrounding White Spirit Trees had all turned towards him, their metal leaves scraping together with a sharp, clashing sound. The roots of the White Spirit Trees surged out of the soil, forming a cage that surrounded him, each vine gleaming with a cold light like a noose on an execution platform.

"You only have two choices." Bai Ling's tentacles traced silver streaks in the air as she coldly said, "Either take your entire clan and get out of the Bai Ling World now, or do as I say."

Elder Evil Eye's sixteen eyeballs simultaneously went out of focus. He seemed to see the horrific scene of his clansmen hunting him down again—those members of the Goldless Cult would first puncture their eyeballs, then drag their paralyzed bodies back to the cult for rehabilitation, filling their minds with thoughts of loyalty to the other side.

Compared to the methods of the Wujin Cult, Bai Lingshen's whipping was like a gentle caress.

The thought of being ravaged both physically and mentally made Elder Evil Eye tremble.

Thinking of this, all of Elder Evil Eye's tentacles immediately twisted into a pretzel shape, tightly binding the eyeball, and rolled in place like a fleshy ball covered in nodules: "I'm going! I'm going!"

Bai Ling snorted coldly, whipping his light whip and sending him flying a hundred meters away: "Remember! If you can't bring back Brother Bufu." Her voice suddenly exploded in Elder Xieyan's mind, almost rupturing his nerve synapses, "I'll throw your entire clan out!"

The Elder Evil Eye, in its tumbling motion, crashed through seven or eight clusters of fluorescent mushrooms before finally stopping. Trembling, it untied its tentacles and discovered that each eyeball was branded with tiny silver runes. These were the surveillance marks left by the White Spirit God.

As long as this mark is there, he wouldn't dare to make any small moves.

"It's all over, it's all over..." He stumbled and crawled towards the mudflats, his sixteen eyes darting around frantically trying to come up with a story.

As he passed through the territory of the Evil Eye Clan, several Evil Eye cubs were playing by tossing and catching white spirit tree branches with their tentacles. When they saw him like this, they were so frightened that they shrank into the moss.

Elder Evil Eye suddenly paused—perhaps he should let these cubs present the gifts and appeal to their emotions? Although the outsider was despicable, he seemed like a good person.

But when he thought of Bai Lingshen's angry expression, he drooped like a wilted eggplant.

“I’d better just confess honestly…” With a mournful face, he tore off a piece of bark, wrote a “Confession” with the corrosive slime, and then painfully broke off his two longest tentacles and tied them into a knot, intending to use the two tentacles to bind himself up.

……

When Bai Ling flew back to the mudflats, she happened to see Wang Bufu's troops had just finished a battle, and the soldiers were resting in twos and threes at their temporary camp. A rich aroma filled the air, and she curiously followed the scent, only to find Wang Bufu wearing a comical white chef's hat, standing in front of a large pot, stirring the bubbling mushroom soup with a wooden spoon.

"Brother Bufu, what are you doing?" Bai Ling landed lightly beside him, her tentacles curiously reaching towards the pot.

Wang Bufu looked up and revealed a gentle smile: "Sister Bai Ling, you've come at the perfect time! I'm making mushroom soup for the soldiers, would you like to try some?"

(End of this chapter)