Upon hearing this, Sun Yanran grew even more anxious. She stood up in a flurry, originally intending to walk over and plead:
“Master, you are magnanimous—please don’t lay a hand on them!
I beg you, spare them, won’t you?
As long as you spare them, I’ll do anything you ask from now on!
Washing your feet, pounding your back, serving tea, pouring water—I’m willing to do it all!”
But when she opened her mouth, she couldn’t control herself and loudly blurted:
“Murong Mo, you dog of a man, if you dare touch them, I’ll never let you off!
They are my heart, my liver, the most beloved husbands in my heart.
If you lay a hand on them, you’ll never marry me.
You’ll never become my husband—I’ll make you regret it for life, die alone in loneliness, and rue it beyond measure!”
Murong Mo was so furious he trembled all over. He could no longer hold back and directly channeled his Spiritual Power, sending another palm strike at her.
With a “bang,” Sun Yanran flew out like a kite with its string cut, tumbling into the snow over sixty meters away.
The accumulated snow beneath her was sent splashing outward, and pure white snowflakes danced in the air, as scattered and broken as her mood.
She struggled, trying to crawl up—
Only to find she couldn’t move at all. She could only watch Murong Mo in the distance, her eyes filled with fury and unwillingness.
Murong Mo looked at Sun Yanran lying in the snow. Her even more wretched and miserable appearance suddenly stirred disgust in his heart.
He coldly ordered the several inner sect disciples waiting outside the door:
“Sun Yanran disrespects her master, shows no regard for her elders, marries without permission, disgraces the peak’s honor, acts recklessly, and even dares to hide men in her courtyard!
Take her to the Hall of Reflection. Without my order, no one is permitted to release her!
Only when she knows she was wrong and repents—
Only then send her back to her own courtyard for a year of confinement and self-reflection!”
The several inner sect disciples responded in unison:
“Yes, Peak Master!”
Then they directly dragged away Sun Yanran, who had been thrown so hard she was grimacing in pain, still angrily trying to struggle and resist—but to no avail, able only to howl futilely. The scene descended into utter chaos for a time.
The next day.
The entire Mystic Sword Sect exploded into an uproar, bustling with an excitement comparable to setting off firecrackers during the New Year.
No—a hundred times more lively than that!!
One explosive piece of news after another, as if given wings, spread faster than Beacon Fire Messaging, instantly reaching every corner of the sect!
First, a heavy bombshell dropped!
The Sect Master’s daughter, Lin Qianqian—the one who usually chased after Murong Mo, trying every possible way to climb into his bed yet never succeeding—had actually announced a complete severing of her master-disciple relationship with Murong Mo?
Even more shocking was…
She had publicly sworn a poisonous oath that in this life she would harbor not the slightest improper thought toward Murong Mo again?
This news instantly spread through the entire Cultivation World!!
However, even more jaw-dropping news was yet to come—it simply left all the disciples astonished beyond measure!
Beneath Lin Qianqian’s thick layers of makeup was actually a stunning, world-shaking peerless beauty?
It was said she was breathtakingly beautiful, devastatingly gorgeous, as captivating as bright moonlight, and as holy as the Spirit Snow Lotus in the heavens. Anyone who saw her would be haunted in their dreams, their soul hooked and stolen away.
Even celestial maidens in heaven would feel inferior upon seeing her, shamefully burrowing into the clouds and not daring to come out!
The moment this news emerged, all the male disciples of the Mystic Sword Sect were completely in an uproar.
However, that was not the end of it.
Even more explosive news came one after another like a barrage of cannonballs, making people wonder if they had heard wrong.
Sun Yanran, the second senior sister of Ink Cloud Peak—that gentle, virtuous, sensible, and obedient woman who appeared untouched by the dust of the world—had actually been secretly keeping eight husbands?
And at only nineteen years old, she had secretly had more than thirty abortions?
That number was even more than the number of times a shady merchant shortchanges customers?
More vicious than a jackal!
The moment this news came out, all the disciples of the Mystic Sword Sect felt their worldview shatter!
Everyone speculated:
“Just who are those eight husbands?”
“What kind of monsters are they?”
To be able to make Senior Sister Sun Yanran so infatuated, so utterly captivated, that she would even scold her own master, Murong Mo, in order to defend them?
And Peak Master Murong of Ink Cloud Peak, that Venerable who had always won people over by virtue and had an icy personality, could not escape being trapped by the word “love.”
It was said that it was because of jealousy that he staged a scene of flying into a rage for the sake of a beauty!
He had personally ordered his eldest disciple, Zhou Jin, to lead more than two hundred inner sect disciples in a mighty procession straight to Sun Yanran’s courtyard!
To seize all eight of Sun Yanran’s husbands and escort them to his residence, under the fine name of “personal interrogation.”
In reality, everyone knew full well—who did not know the little jealous calculations in his heart?
What kind of “interrogation” did those eight people actually suffer at Peak Master Murong’s place?
No one knew, and no one dared to ask.
After all, no one wanted to invite trouble onto themselves and bring about their own death.
It was said that several hours later, only eight cold corpses were carried out.
What kind of scene that was, no one was willing to describe in detail.
But it was enough to move even the law enforcement hall elders of the sect—who had dealt with countless troublesome matters—to the point that they could not bear to look directly.
It was clear that the so-called “interrogation” must have been a process filled with terrifying cruelty.