You remained chaste on your wedding night, do you really think this holy son is a simp?

When Zhao Ping'an said this, the entire room fell silent for a moment.

Immediately following was a collective gasp of astonishment.

"hiss!"

The disciples present, even those who had joined in the commotion earlier, were now dumbfounded.

To cripple one's cultivation?

Everyone knows how important these four words are in the cultivation world.

For a cultivator, cultivation level is life itself.

Countless people have abandoned their families and careers, and even risked their lives, for that sliver of a breakthrough opportunity.

Qin Shuang's ability to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage was not achieved by chance; it was the result of countless days and nights of arduous cultivation and countless struggles on the edge of life and death.

An ordinary person might spend their entire life trying to reach the Nascent Soul stage, let alone the Deity Transformation stage.

Should we make her cripple her cultivation?

What's the difference between this and making her commit suicide on the spot? It's even more cruel than killing her.

Killing her would be the end of it all, but crippling her cultivation would be like falling from the clouds into the mud, making her life worse than death.

"That's too cruel..."

Some people couldn't help but mutter under their breath that the request was a bit excessive.

but.

This rational voice was so faint that it was instantly drowned out by another, more fanatical and distorted wave of noise.

Human nature can be strange sometimes.

When someone stands on the moral high ground and raises the butcher's knife, those around them often don't think about whether the knife is right or wrong, but rather feel a strange sense of pleasure, a pleasure of participating in the trial of a big shot.

"That's right, Senior Brother Zhao is right!"

I don't know who started it, but they shouted it out.

Immediately afterwards, voices of agreement arose.

"If your cultivation is destroyed, then the Foundation Establishment Pill will be useless to you. Only then can you prove that you truly don't value it, and only then can you prove your innocence!"

"Exactly! Didn't you say you wouldn't stoop to stealing? Then prove it to us!"

"If you're still hesitating and not abandoning your cultivation, then it proves you have something to hide, and you must have stolen the Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"Discard your cultivation! Prove your innocence!"

The disciples, their faces flushed, were waving their fists.

Will Qin Shuang die? Will her life be ruined?

Who cares.

Anyway, it's not their cultivation that's being destroyed.

In the center of the square.

Qin Shuang stood there, completely stunned.

Looking at the distorted faces around her and listening to the words sharper than knives, she felt dizzy.

resignedly.

surprise.

And a deep despair.

She couldn't understand it, she really couldn't understand it.

It's a clumsy lie that's obvious at a glance, a slander that makes no sense at all, so why do so many people believe it?

Why have my former fellow disciples become so repulsive?

"you......"

Qin Shuang opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't say a word.

She wanted to explain, to say that she had been wronged.

But faced with this overwhelming accusation and the pointing fingers of hundreds of people, her voice seemed so insignificant.

There is no denying it.

This is truly a case of being utterly speechless.

Even if she were to rip out her heart, these people would probably still say it's black.

And just then...

Chen Yueyao, who had been hiding behind several of her close disciples, finally made a move.

But in fact.

Beneath those lowered eyelids, a hint of smugness was impossible to hide.

"snort."

"So what if she's at the Nascent Soul stage? So what if she's a favored daughter of heaven?"

"He's still a fool, I've got him completely fooled."

"Trying to fight me? You're still too green."

She was incredibly happy.

The feeling of trampling your superior senior sister under your feet and watching her struggle helplessly is incredibly satisfying.

This is the effect she wanted.

As long as Qin Shuang is destroyed, even if we don't get the so-called Foundation Establishment Pill (which never actually existed), her reputation in the sect will reach its peak. Who would dare to mess with her then? Who wouldn't cherish her?

Thinking about it is one thing, but putting on a show is another.

Chen Yueyao adjusted her expression, instantly suppressing her smugness.

When she looked up, her big eyes were filled with tears again.

She broke free from the support of her senior brothers and staggered to Qin Shuang's side.

"Senior Sister Qin..."

She cried out, her voice trembling with tears, then turned to Zhao Ping'an and the other disciples and said:

"Senior brothers, please, please don't pressure Senior Sister Qin like this. Senior Sister Qin... perhaps she really has some unspeakable difficulties."

"I don't blame her anymore, I really don't blame her anymore."

That's a masterful display of tea-making skills.

What does "unspeakable secret" mean? Isn't that just a tacit admission that Qin Shuang did steal it, but had a reason for it?

What does it mean to not blame her anymore? It means putting yourself in the position of the victim and magnanimously forgiving the abuser.

This only makes Qin Shuang seem ungrateful and makes Chen Yueyao seem kind and understanding.

really.

Upon hearing her words, the eyes of the surrounding disciples softened even more, and their pity for Chen Yueyao deepened.

"Look how kind our junior sister is!"

"They've been bullied like this, and they're still speaking up for that woman."

"How could Qin Shuang bear to harm such a good girl!"

"Qin Shuang, look at that junior sister, and then look at yourself. Do you still have the face to stand here?"

Only the one who wrongs another knows how wronged the wronged person truly is.

Chen Yueyao knew exactly what was going on, but she was determined to use this method to drive Qin Shuang to the brink of despair.

She turned her head, looked at Qin Shuang, her face full of sincerity and helplessness:

"But what my senior sisters and brothers said isn't wrong either."

"Although I am willing to forgive you, everyone is watching, and the sect's rules are still in place."

"If you don't cripple your cultivation, how can you silence the gossip? How can you prove your innocence?"

"Senior sister, just listen to your senior brothers. As long as you prove your innocence, we can still be good sisters."

See the picture poorly.

That final strike was incredibly precise and ruthless.

Under the guise of doing what's best for you, they're sending you to your death.

This is the most exquisite white lotus flower.

Qin Shuang was so angry that she trembled all over, her face turned red, and she almost couldn't breathe.

Looking at the seemingly innocent face in front of her, she felt only disgust, utter disgust.

"You...you..."

Seeing this, Zhao Ping'an smiled with satisfaction.

It became.

The situation is settled.

If Qin Shuang's cultivation is destroyed today, then she is completely finished. She will no longer be a true prodigy, but just a cripple.

Zhao Ping'an not only upheld justice but also won the heart of a beautiful woman and eliminated his rivals—killing three birds with one stone.

"Junior Sister Qin, make a decision."

Zhao Ping'an urged:

"Everyone's waiting, don't let them down."

"To abolish or not to abolish?"

The shouts around her rang out again, one wave higher than the next, all pressuring Qin Shuang to make that cruel decision.

"Qin Shuang, even now you still show no remorse. It seems you won't learn your lesson until you're faced with certain death!"

"With your cultivation level today, you're ruined whether you like it or not!"

Zhao Ping'an took a step forward, and his aura suddenly erupted.

That was the aura of a direct disciple, carrying an aggressive and domineering air.

despair.

A deep sense of despair enveloped Qin Shuang's heart.

She looked at her fellow disciples, whose faces were contorted with rage, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She was thinking.

Should we take action?

Even if I die, I'll take a few people down with me.

Even if it means fighting to the death, we cannot endure this humiliation.

Just as she steeled herself, preparing to burn her life essence and fight these people to the death.

Sudden.

A figure walked down the steps of the main hall at a leisurely pace.

Gu Changyuan, no longer keeping a low profile, stepped out.