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As the bell of 13 p.m. rang out.

A squadron of Disciples from the Punishment Hall, their faces bearing an air of stern slaughter, escorted dozens of Sin Cultivators out in single file from the city gate.

They ascended the Sins Execution Platform outside the eastern gate one by one.

Close behind them followed the Executioner, brandishing a large saber, bare-chested and bare-armed!

The crowd outside the city, who were watching the Sect Leader’s edict, immediately switched their attention to a new spectacle.

A public execution notice was nothing compared to a beheading!

But these Sin Cultivators were quite special.

Most of them were young, ranging from teenagers to those in their twenties.

Though each one was in a sorry state,

It was evident they were accustomed to comfort and privilege, a stark contrast to the ordinary bottom-tier Cultivators.

Among them was even a girl!

The onlooking crowd first paused in shock, and then someone recognized the identities of these Sin Cultivators.

They were all Disciples of the Purple Mansion from within Cloud Mountain City!

The crowd instantly erupted.

These second-generation Cultivators had always relied on their family power, acting recklessly with impunity, often racing and competing for speed on the Chi Path outside the city, causing numerous pedestrian deaths and injuries.

Yet they had never received the punishment they deserved!

No one knew how many people bore a grudge to the bone against them but were helpless to do anything.

But today, the heavens had opened their eyes!

Smack!

An egg soared through the air and smashed into the head of a Sin Cultivator who had just knelt down.

“Die!” yelled a Cultivator dressed as a farmer through gritted teeth.

One of his elderly relatives was unlucky enough to be hit by a speeding carriage driven by second-generation Cultivators,

Resulting in instant death.

After reporting to the Outer Sect’s Punishment Hall, in the end, he was only compensated with two hundred Fragmented Spirit Stones!

Now seeing these culprits about to be beheaded, he couldn’t restrain his excitement.

He immediately fished out a few more eggs from his Storage Bag.

Seeing this, nearby Cultivators began asking to buy them.

“Fellow Daoist, sell me two eggs!”

“I’ll pay one Fragmented Spirit Stone for one!”

“Two Fragmented Spirit Stones each, I want fifty!”

“Smash these bastards to death!”

However, the farmer Cultivator generously didn’t ask for a single Fragmented Spirit Stone and gave away all the eggs in his Storage Bag.

The next moment, eggs rained down on the Sins Execution Platform like droplets of water.

They made a sorry spectacle of those second-generation Cultivators.

The Disciples from the Punishment Hall, in charge of supervising the executions, turned a deaf ear and pretended not to see.

An egg hit the face of a female Sin Cultivator, instantly breaking and smearing all over.

The clear yellow yolk trickled down her fair chin, and she seemed to wake up from a dream as she suddenly realized her predicament.

The only female Sin Cultivator among them was quite beautiful, in the prime of youth at seventeen or eighteen, but at this moment, her pretty face was twisted with fear.

“Father! Mother! Save me, please, I don’t want to die!”

No one knew why, but this girl’s voice was not silenced or she had somehow broken through the restriction.

She cried out loudly, desperately begging for help from the onlooking crowd below the platform.

Her cries were heart-wrenching!

However, her pitiful screams were met with eyes filled with hatred, loathing, mockery, and spitting scorn.

And even more eggs!

Someone recognized the origin of this girl: “She’s the precious daughter of the Purple Mansion’s Chen Family.”

But what good was being the Purple Mansion’s precious daughter?

“Sect rules are iron-clad, infringements cannot be tolerated, beheading as a public warning, to serve as a lesson to others!”

As the appointed time arrived, an Elder from the Punishment Hall ascended the Sins Execution Platform, and as he called out sternly, he unfurled the scroll in his hand.

As he began to read the charges, several old men and women, leading children by the hand, sneaked up to the Sins Execution Platform, taking out Spirit Stones to slip to the Disciples of the Punishment Hall overseeing the execution.

Hoping for a favor in return.

But they were met with a stern reprimand: “Get out, out, out!”

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“You fools, failing to distinguish right from wrong and believing in rumors, if you dare to do this again, you will all be expelled from the mountain gate!”

The old men and old women immediately fled in terror, even the rice balls in their Storage Bags no longer seemed appetizing.

They hadn’t noticed that whether it was the disciples of the Punishment Hall or the Executioner above, none were the same as before!

“Behead!”

“Behead!”

“Behead!”

One head after another rolled, driving the emotions of the crowd to a new height.

“The Sect Leader is wise and sagacious!”

No one knew who started it, but countless Cultivators followed suit, shouting in unison, “For thousands of autumns and ten thousand ages!”

The blood that sprayed out fell onto the dust, drop by drop, like freshly bloomed flowers!

…

Hundreds of miles away, atop Taihao Peak, the clouds were light and the breeze was gentle.

Countless Purple Brocades bloomed in succession, surrounding an elegant bamboo pavilion, vying to display their beauty.

Inside the bamboo pavilion.

Ji Guantao, the Sect Leader of the Cloud Sun Sect, was sitting opposite a lady in palace attire.

Playing chess and making small talk.

He casually placed a piece on the board and smiled, “Junior Sister, you’ve worked hard this time.”

“It’s what I should do.”

The lady in palace attire pondered for a moment, “Both True Persons accepted the gifts, but I sense they were not pleased.”

“Pay them no mind.”

Ji Guantao’s smile vanished as he said coldly, “Giving them a share was solely out of respect for our fellow cultivators; otherwise, it would be them, the Upper Sect True Persons, who would lose their Golden Core dignities for fattening their own Purple Mansion illicitly!”

“When the destined calamities come, all these schemers and flatterers will turn to ashes.”

He casually pushed away the chessboard, stood up with his hands behind his back, and looked out at the sea of flowers, “Junior Sister, the Spiritual Tide is about to rise, and we Cultivators naturally must strive hard to not waste these vibrant times!”

The lady in palace attire gazed at his silhouette, a hint of admiration flashing in her phoenix eyes.

Though nominally they were fellow Sect disciples, in practice, he was both a brother and a father figure to her, providing immense support and assistance in her cultivation.

She had always had faith in the Sect Leader’s schemes.

She was willing to be the sharpest sword in his hand!

“Oh, right.”

The lady in palace attire suddenly remembered something and spoke, “The misbegotten son of Yin Honghui, Yin Derong, was murdered. Someone solicited Zhuge Mingyi to employ the Heavenly Secret Technique to hunt down the culprit, resulting in Zhuge Mingyi suffering backlash from the heavens and a reduction in his cultivation level and lifespan.”

This was the only unexpected variable in their plan.

“I am already aware of this.”

Ji Guantao replied indifferently, “The Great Dao encompasses fifty, but the heavens operate with forty-nine, leaving one to escape. Regardless of who the person is, as long as it doesn’t interfere with the grand scheme, let it be!”

“Hmm.”

The lady in palace attire nodded her head, setting aside this strikingly peculiar matter.

She had many more crucial tasks to accomplish.

Although the plan was proceeding smoothly.

The deep-rooted maladies that had accrued over a thousand years within the Cloud Sun Sect were not so easily eradicated.

“Senior Brother, I will take my leave now.”

Without looking back, Ji Guantao said, “Go.”

The next moment, the lady in palace attire transformed into a streak of Sword Light that shot out of the bamboo pavilion and vanished into the sky in a flash.

Ji Guantao watched the mountains filled with Purple Brocades, a sneer appearing on his face.

Everyone said he loved Purple Brocades the most.

But few knew that the story about his childhood sweetheart was something he had deliberately spread while feigning drunkenness.

The childhood sweetheart was real, and so was the promise in the Purple Mansion.

But Ji Guantao did not like Purple Brocades at all.

Without the story of “childhood friends, pledged in the Purple Mansion, and devoted to Purple Brocades”

How could he have attracted the attention of the former Sect Leader’s beloved daughter, an infatuated literary woman, back then?

And finally, winning her over to succeed.

To become the Sect Leader’s disciple and practice the Cloud Dragon Nine Transformations.

To achieve his current position!

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The second update is here.