Chapter 128: Mo Liushu, No Illness but Taking Steps
“Why won’t you explain? Have you been left speechless by my questions, able only to respond in silence?”
Mo Liushu pointed at Zhou Tong’s true self, relentlessly pursuing her inquiry.
“That’s enough!”
The surrounding strong warriors could no longer stand it: “All I see is the Guest Senior protecting everyone. If you have no evidence and still dare to slander him, don’t blame us for being rude!”
“Protecting everyone? How ridiculous! He clearly relied on the power of others; we protected ourselves!”
Mo Liushu shamelessly said, “He is obviously a Sage. Even if he is sealed, he should be able to break free.”
“But he didn’t do that; instead, he borrowed strength from us, unable to bear any risk himself. Where is even a bit of the Sage’s responsibility?”
“Moreover, if he were truly selfless, he shouldn’t have taken my Yin-Yang Body. If he wants to prove his innocence, he must first return what belongs to me!”
With the truth finally revealed, Mo Liushu’s real motive came to light, drawing a wave of scornful laughter.
“Clown!”
Someone cursed without holding back. She, however, ignored it and continued to fixate on Zhou Tong.
“This is your chance; you better seize it tightly!”
She showed no respect towards Zhou Tong simply because she held the Sage’s staff, having no reason to fear before a sealed Sage.
“Enjoy yourself, you worthless wretch!”
Lian Hanxing’s eyes flickered with cold light as she gently stroked the red string on her wrist, spiritual power surging forth.
This red string was given by Zhou Tong and could suppress the token worn by Mo Liushu.
And that token just happened to counter Mo Liushu’s Three Calamities and Four Trials.
Now that the token was suppressed, Mo Liushu was about to suffer.
“Buzz…”
As she continued to point fingers, the wooden ball on her chest suddenly began to glow frantically, as if about to extinguish.
“Not good!”
Her face instantly changed dramatically, and then an unprecedented pain surged through her entire body!
“Ahhh!!!”
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Mo Liushu stumbled, fell straight to the ground, and let out an unbearably tragic scream!
In the blink of an eye, she was soaked with sweat, her face teeming with fear, hair disheveled, and breathing heavily!
“What happened to her?”
The people questioned, but there was no hint of concern.
“Who knows? She probably did too many wicked things and has suddenly fallen ill?”
The crowd appeared to be watching a show.
“Believe it or not, it indeed seems possible. By the looks of her, it seems like she’s encountered a trial… such unbearable suffering must be the Unwarranted Calamity.”
“And that’s not all. Her cultivation is unstable… perhaps even compounded with the Body-destroying Calamity.”
“Her spirit is scattered, and friends have turned against her… clearly, there’s also the Soul-reversing Calamity and the Abandonment Calamity!”
As they pieced it together, they stared dumbfounded.
How many heinous acts had she committed to provoke all four calamities? It seemed heaven wanted to collect her!
At this moment, Mo Liushu lay flat on the ground, body rigid, her toes pressing down unconsciously.
Her muscles twitched and convulsed, immense pain flooded over her, nearly shattering her sanity; she even lacked the strength to scream.
Once high above, a figure resembling a fallen immortal in the eyes of the crowd now became a pitiful creature, only able to cover her head, making muffled sounds!
However, that was not the scariest part; Mo Liushu maintained a clear consciousness throughout.
Proud as she was, she could only watch the crowd point at her, filled with disdain and contempt.
Even a beggar now had the right to ridicule and look down on her!
To fall to such depths was the most terrifying nightmare for her.
“Don’t… you ants! Don’t look at me like that! Don’t look down on me!!”
She wanted to shout but felt powerless, only able to roll her eyes and tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.
“Oh… why are you crying? What a novelty! Where did that spirit go, the one who just slandered the Sage? Weren’t you so capable and chatty before?”
“Come, come, come… no illness but taking steps, shout a few times to let everyone broaden their horizons… Hahaha!”
Laughter erupted, and the air around was filled with a festive atmosphere. Yet that laughter was like a steel blade, nibbling away at Mo Liushu’s dignity, provoking her sense of shame.
Now she felt a strong urge to just die.
But it was okay; soon she’d have no time for embarrassment.
Up above, Lian Hanxing, not understanding the fragility of a woman’s heart, had grown merciless, determined to let Mo Liushu understand what true pain was.
Unexpectedly, in her excitement, she lost control, her spiritual power outputting too much, shattering the red string.
In reciprocation, Mo Liushu’s wooden ball also shattered simultaneously.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
“Hiss…”
Zhou Tong couldn’t help but gasp at the sight.
“Did you do that on purpose?”
He looked at Lian Hanxing, his eyes showing no blame.
Now a bigger problem loomed.
Having lost the suppression of the wooden ball, what followed was not a minor tribulation but the Three Calamities!
As expected, a tremendous wave of calamity surged from Mo Liushu, causing those around her to change countenance, scrambling to avoid her like a plague!
“Ah!!!!”
She was able to make sounds again; overwhelming pain surged forth, pushing her several times toward the brink of collapse.
One of the most terrifying aspects of the Three Calamities and Four Trials was that it could continuously expand the victim’s tolerance and keep their feeling acute.
As such, the victim would never fall into a state of numbness, passively enduring the infinitely accumulating pain until complete destruction!
“Help me… who can save me? I can agree to any of their demands!”
Mo Liushu crawled up, but this wasn’t a sign of recovery; it was a fleeting moment of vitality, the last explosion of potential.
No one dared approach her; the previous Four Trials were now compounded with the Body-destroying, Dao-breaking, and Soul-reversing Calamities. She had become a moving source of disaster—anyone who touched her would die, except for the Sage!
“She seems to be in great danger now; don’t you want to save her?”
Lian Hanxing cautiously glanced at Zhou Tong.
“Let her die if she must; who’s afraid of whom?”
Zhou Tong laughed, unconcerned. This remark made Chen Ling’er tremble, feeling a sense of sorrow for the doomed.
It seemed Zhou Tong had truly let go of past affections, equally harboring hatred towards each of them.
“Junior Apprentice Brother… this is wrong!”
She finally mustered the courage to speak, though her voice was scarcely audible. However, under Zhou Tong’s knife-like gaze, she instantly wilted, hiding behind Lian Hanxing.
Mo Liushu was in dire straits; perhaps the heavens didn’t intend for her demise. Amidst the noisy crowd, she spotted the Little Demoness.
The Little Demoness wore the jade amulet given by Zhou Tong, which housed imperial level spiritual energy, just enough to counter the calamities!
“Give it to me… give me that thing!”
