Chapter 238 Law Enforcement Elder Guards the World (52)

For those who had wronged Shen Zhuo, Bai Tang doubted there was a single person among them who would act reasonably if they were in a normal situation.

With the sense of having support, Shen Zhuo felt somewhat reassured.

This was perhaps what they meant by “higher peaks beyond higher peaks.”

Bai Tang looked up at the distance and said, “A’Jin, you and the others should head over there. The Phoenix is about to descend, so go and try your luck.”

The faces of Zhong Jin and the others brightened with joy.

Bai Tang handed Zhong Jin another Fleeting Life Mirror and added with a strange expression, “A’Jin, remember to act quickly in whatever you do. Be willing to make sacrifices; hesitation often leads to missed opportunities. Go now. A’Zhuo will join you later.”

Zhong Jin’s heart stirred, but he said nothing as he led the other disciples away.

Shen Zhuo, watching them leave, asked, “Master, Senior Brother, he…”

Bai Tang looked on with keen interest. “The Red Luan Star is stirring. I’m quite curious to see if my eldest disciple will behave exceptionally vigorous. As for romance, little disciple, let me tell you, it’s far more entertaining to watch others fall in love.”

Shen Zhuo: “…”

Shen Zhuo responded with a muted tone, “It’s not interesting.”

Bai Tang’s teasing gaze lingered. “So, little disciple, do you think it would be more interesting if it were you? That would be just splendid! After all, if both of you could bring back beautiful girls for me, it would make for a delightful gift to celebrate your union as Taoist partners. I would be quite pleased!”

Shen Zhuo felt a surge of frustration welling up inside him, a peculiar and unfamiliar emotion. His tone grew colder. “Master’s preparations for Senior Brother are more than sufficient. I don’t need anything.”

Bai Tang didn’t press the matter further but had already planned to prepare the same congratulatory gift for both disciples.

Her role as a Master was undeniably fair, offering the same level of instruction and care to each disciple.

Bai Tang smiled as she approached Prince Shen and the Ancestor, who looked increasingly terrified.

She performed a series of hand seals, and golden light enveloped the five of them. Their expressions began to contort in agony, as if enduring extreme pain.

“Little disciple,” Bai Tang said, “since they insulted you, you should return the insults. It’s a double blow at this point.”

Being stripped of one’s cultivation while being insulted by the very person they wantonly humiliated must feel absolutely wonderful.

Bai Tang deliberately released their silencing spell, allowing their cries of suffering to spread. Shen Zhuo listened to the sounds with evident delight.

Shen Zhuo tilted his head and smiled, his eyes deep as whirlpools. He was doing something he hadn’t done in his previous life.

“Old coot, look at yourself now, like a stray dog wagging its tail in desperation, dirty and ugly as a tragic case. Shen Nianyun, Shen Congbin, Gao Yikang, and you, old fart, you’re nothing more than cockroaches hiding in the shadows, insidious and fit only for the damp and foul places…”

Bai Tang: “…”

The little disciple can’t even come up with a few good insults!

Bai Tang had personally experienced how harsh these people’s insults could be. It seemed that being taciturn really meant that he was not good at expressing himself…

Shen Zhuo was also dissatisfied with the way he was insulting them. He remembered every detail of Shen Nianyun’s insults but didn’t want to mimic their style.

Bai Tang sighed. “Little disciple, if it were me, I’d have cursed their ancestors for eighteen generations. Insult them however you want to feel better!”

Shen Zhuo turned his gaze away. “Master has taught me well. I don’t wish to imitate them; it would be demeaning.”

Bai Tang laughed. “Indeed, little disciple is on a different level. I’ve already destroyed their cultivation; without it, their magic weapons are useless.”

Bai Tang blinked and added, “Their spiritual roots are still intact, though! Whether you want to kill them or torture them is up to you.”

Shen Zhuo’s eyes flickered. “Master, I need a whip, like the one that old coot used.”

Bai Tang’s mind stirred. “Canglan.”

A whip identical to the one Prince Shen had used against her materialized.

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