Yan Luo’s mind was blank. She touched her face and saw her palm drenched in blood. She scread in horror, "My face! My face!"
The disciples still thought that Shang Fei was being too rciful and tolerant. But seeing Yan Luo’s reaction, they realized just how cruel this move was.
This woman valued her looks above all else. To turn her into a hideous monster was more torturous than killing her, wasn’t it?
"Shang Fei senior brother is indeed formidable!"
The disciples chuckled as they approached, leaving scars on Yan Luo’s face one after another.
Yan Luo tried to leave.
However, her cultivation was no match for them, and before she could move, they casually blocked her way and beat her rcilessly.
All she gained was more scars on her already ruined face.
Her face was beyond recognition.
Yan Luo shrieked, cried, and cursed.
Thunder roared, and lightning flashed, illuminating her face, making it even more terrifying and hideous.
Shang Fei laughed and threw her a mirror. "Fourth young lady, take a good look at how ugly your face has beco."
Yan Luo was in agony all over her body.
Even so, she still picked up the mirror and looked at her face.
Boom!
Lightning flashed.
She clearly saw her face—covered in scars and blood, it was unrecognizable, beyond awful.
"I will kill all of you! I will kill all of you!" She threw the mirror down, stood up, and tried to attack Shang Fei.
Shang Fei ruthlessly kicked her away.
There was no sound.
No one knew if she had died or just fainted.
But they couldn’t be bothered to check.
Shang Fei led the group away.
So unknown ti later, Yan Luo regained consciousness.
The thunderous tribulation was still going on above.
She knew she couldn’t stay here. With the deep enmity between Penglai Island and the Chu family, once Chu Yang finished his tribulation, he certainly wouldn’t spare her.
Did she want to collapse?
Did she want to fall apart?
Did she want to die?
No! She refused!
She wanted to survive, to capture Shang Fei and his group, and throw them into a pit of poisonous snakes, making them suffer a fate worse than death!
Although her Qiankun Bag had already been taken, she had been prepared and had hidden two talismans beneath her shoes.
Once torn, her mother would know she was in danger and be able to locate her.
Yan Luo struggled, finally pulling out the talismans and tearing them apart.
Unconscious, she didn’t know how long she waited. Eventually, she heard an urgent voice full of worry: "Luo’er?"
Sima Xin saw Yan Luo, covered in filth, and hurriedly moved forward, trying to turn her over and confirm her condition.
Sima Xin froze upon seeing her.
Was this really her daughter?
Yan Luo opened her eyes, and upon seeing her long-lost mother, her nose soured, and she hoarsely whined, "Mother... you finally... finally ca. I’ve been bullied!"
Sima Xin’s hands trembled, still not believing this was her daughter.
She quickly checked Yan Luo’s neck and saw the familiar jade pendant. Tears imdiately poured from her eyes.
"Luo’er!" Sima Xin cried out with a heart-wrenching cry.
"Mother, it hurts..." Yan Luo just wanted her mother to stop feeling so sad and quickly stop the pain for her.
Sima Xin, who had so knowledge of dicine, checked Yan Luo’s pulse and realized that while her daughter had many external injuries, her internal injuries weren’t severe.
She quickly fed Yan Luo a Wound-Healing Pill, then inspected the injuries on her face. "This injury... was caused by spiritual power, deep to the bone. Even if it can be healed, it’s unlikely to leave no trace."
"Mother! No!" Yan Luo, her breath slightly calr, was already on the verge of going mad upon hearing this. "I don’t want scars! I don’t want to beco a hideous monster!"
Sima Xin took out so dicinal powder and prepared to apply it to Yan Luo’s wounds. "Mother knows. I will try to help. This dicine will hurt a bit when it touches the wound. You need to bear with it."
Yan Luo could still hear the thunder.
She grabbed Sima Xin’s hand urgently and said, "Mother, let soone else apply the dicine. You must go and kill Chu Yang!"
"Chu Yang?"
"Yes, him! Crimson Nine Lands has already recognized him as its master." Yan Luo pointed at the sky, "I don’t know what kind of opportunity he received, but now he’s in the middle of his tribulation!"
Sima Xin, when she arrived, had already noticed that soone was undergoing the Nascent Soul tribulation.
However, she had been so concerned about her daughter that she didn’t bother to check the person closely.
Now, upon hearing this, her heart sank with shock. She grabbed Yan Luo’s hand. "What did you say?! Crimson Nine Lands has truly recognized Chu Yang as its master?!"
"It’s true..." Yan Luo’s hand bones almost cracked from her grip.
Sima Xin was filled with anger.
She had been to Jialan Celestial Mountain and knew that her son had lost an arm and the Nine Heavens Fan.
Now, Crimson Nine Lands had ford a contract with soone else! This was absolutely intolerable!
Her face turned cold, and she said, "Then Chu Yang must die."
Yan Luo nodded, her voice filled with venom, "Mother, you must kill him!"
Sima Xin had brought a female disciple along with her.
She instructed the disciple to apply dicine to her daughter and keep watch over her.
Then, she soared into the sky, heading straight toward the thunderclouds.
At this ti, it was almost dawn. The Nascent Soul tribulation had reached its final, critical stage. She believed that Chu Yang must be gravely injured by now, struggling to withstand the storm.
As a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, it wouldn’t take much effort for her to enter the thunderclouds.
However, sothing was strange. Even though this was supposed to be a Nascent Soul early-stage tribulation, she felt an unusual pressure.
But she had already seen Chu Yang’s figure within the thunderclouds.
As she had expected, his clothes were torn, exposing his muscular chest, showcasing his masculine charm.
Seeing his powerful arms, Sima Xin’s hatred grew. Her son’s arm was still uncertain, and here was Chu Yang, trying to seize the treasures of Penglai Island and had found an opportunity for breakthrough. How could he be allowed to live?
Sima Xin didn’t waste ti with words. She imdiately summoned the red silk, intending to sever Chu Yang’s arm and twist his head off.
Chu Yang, fully focused on receiving the tribulation, hadn’t noticed that Sima Xin had already launched an attack.
However, from the clouds, a fierce red light shot out, slashing the red silk aside.
A young man holding a long spear with a proud and defiant expression appeared. "Another blind fool who doesn’t know when to back off."
Sima Xin froze for a mont. "You... you are Crimson Nine Lands?"
"You have so eyes," the youth raised his brows. "I recognize your voice. You seem to be from Penglai Island."
Sima Xin’s heart leapt. "Since you know I’m from Penglai Island, you should know that I’m your true master. Back then, when you were sealed and buried underground, it was the Yan family ancestors who found you and brought you back to life!"
"Get lost! I was sleeping just fine there, and you people had to dig up!" Crimson Nine Lands imdiately flew into a rage. "Now, you want to stop my master from undergoing his tribulation? New and old grudges, I’ll settle them all today!"
Without holding back, he charged at Sima Xin with his spear.
Sima Xin didn’t expect Crimson Nine Lands to be so displeased and with such a bad temper.
Her red silk, which usually overca brute force, found itself struggling against Crimson Nine Lands’ newfound strength.
Having just awakened, Crimson Nine Lands had already dispatched several cultivators who had attacked him. He was sowhat exhausted and found himself suppressed by Sima Xin.
At first, Sima Xin showed rcy, gradually wearing down Crimson Nine Lands’ energy. Only then did she speak: "You belong to Penglai Island. If you are willing to turn back, I will allow you to remain in human form."
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