The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

Chapter 141 When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down.

Inside the quiet chamber of the cave, red candles burned brightly, illuminating the two people's pale yet unusually calm faces.

They changed into their best clothes and sat facing each other.

"Senior brother, in the next life—we will still be together." Qu Liushang picked up the cup of spiritual wine infused with "Heavenly Annihilation Soul-Severing Powder," tears streaming down his face again, but with a sorrowful smile on his face.

"Definitely." Wang Gaojie also raised his wine glass, gently clinking it against hers. His eyes were devoid of their usual arrogance, only endless weariness remained. "Junior sister, I have no regrets about being able to become your Daoist partner in this life. I only hate that—the way of Heaven is unfair."

The two looked at each other and smiled. The smile contained bitterness, longing, and relief at finally being free from fear.

Then, tilt your head back and drink the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The wine has no spiciness when it goes down the throat; instead, it has a unique herbal fragrance.

Immediately, a bone-chilling sensation exploded from my abdomen, rapidly spreading to my limbs and bones, freezing my blood and solidifying my soul.

Their eyes quickly glazed over, their expressions frozen at the moment they drank the poison—calm, even with an eerie serenity.

His body slowly leaned backward, knocking over the wine glass with a crisp sound.

The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows of the two people falling to the ground hand in hand onto the wall.

Outside the cave, the faint sound of an old servant's suppressed, sorrowful weeping could be heard.

In the third section, following their master's instructions, the two servants, in the dead of night, used a simple coffin to collect the remains of their master, Gao Jie, and Qu Liushang, and secretly transported them to that secluded valley.

They dug a deep pit, carefully placed the coffin inside, covered it with soil, and then planted two mimosa seedlings in front of the grave as instructed.

The moonlight in the valley was desolate, and the mimosa trees swayed gently in the evening breeze.

The two dared not erect a monument, but silently memorized the location in their hearts.

After doing all this, the two old servants kowtowed several times to the new grave, then wiped away their tears and quietly left.

From then on, this secluded valley became the "place of eternal rest" chosen by Wang Gaojie and Qu Liushang, who believed they could escape the True Lord's reckoning and obtain final peace.

They believed that when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; once the soul is scattered, all grudges are settled.

Surely that True Lord Zixu wouldn't even spare a corpse?

To be able to leave behind a complete body and be laid to rest in peace is, in these turbulent times, the best possible outcome.

However, how could mere minor improvements possibly comprehensible the supreme power of the True Lord?

They underestimated the power of the "Path of Fruition" and the thoroughness of the "Purge".

It was midnight on the seventh day after their burial.

Above the secluded valley, the once clear night sky suddenly gathered a cluster of purplish-black thunderclouds without warning.

The clouds were not large, but they were dense and heavy, with electric snakes crackling within them, exuding a cold, destructive aura.

Thunderclouds slowly moved to the top of the new grave, which was covered with young mimosa seedlings, and paused slightly.

next moment.

The lightning struck the grave precisely in the center.

There was no deafening roar, only a muffled thud, as if something deep within the earth had been completely "disintegrated".

Soil flew everywhere, and the grass withered and scorched.

The newly built mound, along with the coffin buried deep beneath it, melted away instantly the moment the lightning struck, like a snowman thrown into a furnace.

Purple-black lightning flickered and swirled in the pit, then slowly dissipated after a few breaths.

The moonlight shone down again, illuminating that area.

Where are the graves now?

Where are there any coffins left?

All that remained was a pit about ten feet in diameter and several feet deep, with smooth, charred edges and wisps of smoke rising from it.

The soil at the bottom of the pit has a strange, glassy texture.

Around the pit, there were scattered blackened fragments of spiritual material whose original material was difficult to identify, but the texture of wood could be vaguely seen, perhaps from the coffin.

The two newly planted mimosa seedlings, which carried the beautiful wish of "continuing the predestined relationship in the next life," had long since turned to ashes in the aftershocks of the thunder, leaving no trace.

Only a short distance away, a fragment of a bronze ritual object, which had been unintentionally brought out during the thunderous turning of the earth, was blown to the edge of the pit.

On the bronze fragment, the six characters belonging to "Wang Gaojie" and "Quliushang" were hastily carved with a sharp tool. They were already broken and crooked, soaked in mud and ash.

The pale moonlight shone coldly on the six broken names, silently mocking the fragility and futility of the cultivator's self-righteous "decent" arrangements and "lucky" mentality when facing the divine power of the fruition.

Self-deception is ultimately no substitute for deceiving Heaven.

To be laid to rest in peace?

Before the "liquidation" of the Dao principles of fruition, not even ashes may remain.

The thunderbolts descend, reducing everything to ashes—this is the most thorough "end" for those who blaspheme the True Lord.

The fates of Li Yan, Wang Gaojie, and Qu Liushang are merely the tip of the iceberg in this "purification of the Dao principles of fruition" that has swept through the Fu Shui Xian Sect.

In the ten days or so since Fu Shui Zhenjun's defeat and the significant weakening of the Dao's protection, dark purple thunderclouds, like the shadow of death, have been quietly gathering above various branches of the Hanmo Mountains, disciples' caves, and even some remote corners, before unleashing merciless heavenly punishment.

The disciples who were purged came from diverse backgrounds and levels of cultivation.

There are纨绔 (wan ku, spoiled brats) like Li Yan who bully others and are dissolute;

There are "elites" like Wang and Qu who are arrogant and speak recklessly;

There were also some ordinary disciples who seemed low-key on a daily basis, but in fact, they had made disrespectful remarks about True Lord Zixu in their boasting to their fellow disciples or in their private complaints.

The liquidation methods are also largely the same.

A precise bolt of purplish-black lightning struck the target, ignoring all defenses.

At best, it severely damages one's foundation and renders them a cripple; at worst, it results in the complete annihilation of body and spirit, leaving no trace of their remains, like Li, Wang, and Qu.

There was no trial, no defense, only the coldest and most direct "annihilation".

The entire Fu Shui Xian Sect was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere where everyone felt insecure.

No one knows whether they will be the next target of Lei Yun.

Past discussions among fellow students, drunken rants, and even a long-forgotten "casual remark" have all become swords hanging over our heads.

Many disciples live in constant fear, afraid to cultivate, afraid to talk, and even afraid to be alone, for fear of saying something wrong and bringing about their own destruction.

Even worse, some began to secretly examine themselves, desperately recalling whether they had ever said anything disrespectful. Some with poor mental resilience even suffered a collapse of their Dao heart under immense pressure, going astray, going mad, or self-harming, leaving the sect shrouded in gloom and despair.

However, this reckoning did not come solely from the "Yin Lei Guo Wei" (a position associated with Yin Thunder).

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; when a drum breaks, everyone beats it.

When the "greatest barrier" of True Lord Fu Shui showed cracks, other Great Dao "Fruit Rank Dao Principles" that had previously been unable to bring down punishment due to "interference from Dao Principles of the same level" also keenly sensed the opportunity and began to stir, joining this "fishing in troubled waters" purge feast.

Perhaps a disciple once spoke disrespectfully of the [Ninefold Fire-Gazing Sun-Burning Fire Ancestor True Lord] who held the "Crimson Fire Fruit Position," commenting that his supernatural powers were "showy but insubstantial, merely superficial":

Perhaps an elder once privately mocked the "Gengjin Fruit Position" [Nine Heavens Golden Palace Geng Ling Xin Yu Jin Zu Zhen Jun] for being "eccentric and attaining the Dao by sheer luck";

Perhaps a member of a subordinate family, during a time of financial hardship, cursed the "Earthly Virtuous Earth Ancestor True Lord of the Ninefold Life Vessel" (九重命簋戊心正德土祖真君) as "greedy by nature, rich but heartless" —

These once "disrespectful" words have never been met with retaliation because of the protection of the Daoist principles of the True Lord of Fu Shui.

P.S.: Why don't you all guess what the full name of True Lord Fu Shui is?