Qin Xuan Ruthlessly Beats Jieyin and Zhunti

Qin Xuan held Zhunti in one hand, adjusted the angle, aimed his head at a sturdy pillar, and then…

A muffled thud.

"You like to cry, huh?!"

"You like banging your head on pillars, huh?!"

"You think you're destined for something, huh?!"

Qin Xuan remained expressionless, lifting Zhunti's head and slamming it against the pillar, again and again and again.

The dull thudding echoed within the silent Zixiao Palace, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

The powerful figures present were all dumbfounded, their throats dry, looking at Qin Xuan with eyes full of awe.

After a moment, Qin Xuan tossed Zhunti to the ground.

At this moment, Zhunti had several large bumps swelling on his head, all the hair on top of his head had been knocked off, leaving him bald.

His face was a mess of blood and tears, and he was making suppressed "woo woo" sounds.

This time, Zhunti was really crying.

Not faking it...

He already regretted it to the core...

Had he known this would happen, he wouldn't have dared to provoke this evil star, even if he had ten times the courage!

On the other side, Jieyin, who had been thrown to the ground, watched his junior brother's miserable state, his eyes wide with fury, wishing he could rush up and fight Qin Xuan to the death.

However, the extremely domineering power that Qin Xuan had left within him was frantically attacking and destroying him, making it difficult for him to even stand, let alone fight.

Hou Tu looked at Zhunti wailing on the ground, and then at Jieyin struggling to get up, feeling a pang of compassion in her heart.

She couldn't help but recall Qin Xuan's words:

"A short pain is better than a long one!"

Her eyes swirled with wisdom, and she actually began to seriously ponder the meaning of this sentence:

"A short pain is better than a long one... This sentence probably means that you can compress a long period of pain into a short period of pain."

The more she thought about it, the more sense it made, and she couldn't help but nod.

So, to everyone's astonishment, Hou Tu stood up and walked to Jieyin's side.

Imitating Qin Xuan's actions just now, she picked up Jieyin from the ground, and then... also walked towards another empty pillar nearby.

Jieyin was originally filled with grief and indignation over his junior brother's plight, but was suddenly picked up.

Seeing that he was being led towards that cold pillar, he was immediately terrified, his heart trembling incessantly, and he used all his strength to beg for mercy with difficulty:

"Dao... Dao friend... have... mercy!"

Hou Tu stopped, turned her head, looked at him, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and said softly:

"I've got you!"

"I've thought of a good way to help you alleviate the pain!"

Hearing this, Jieyin immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Such a gentle and beautiful woman was probably just putting on an act, scaring him to give him a way out.

Not only him, but even Qin Xuan and the others in the hall subconsciously thought so.

However, just as Jieyin was secretly rejoicing.

Hou Tu had already learned from Qin Xuan's previous actions, adjusted the angle, and aimed Jieyin's head at the pillar.

The next moment.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!…

A series of impacts, even more rapid and violent than when Qin Xuan had slammed Zhunti, suddenly echoed throughout the entire Zixiao Palace!

The speed, the power, the ruthlessness...

For a moment, all the powerful figures in the hall couldn't help but shudder, and the way they looked at Hou Tu instantly changed, as if they were seeing this Ancestral Witch for the first time.

In their hearts, they all labeled her as "absolutely untouchable."

In just a few breaths.

Hou Tu stopped.

Jieyin's head had become exactly the same as Zhunti's, bruised and swollen, covered in bumps, and bald.

This violent, torrential barrage of impacts directly knocked him senseless, seeing stars, and his consciousness was blurred.

Before passing out, he only managed to mutter in a daze:

"You... you said... you'd be... gentle...?"

Then, his head tilted, and he completely fainted.

Hou Tu looked at the now quiet Jieyin in her hand and nodded with satisfaction, seemingly very pleased with the "pain reduction" method she had come up with.

Hmm, it seems I should listen to Xuan-di more often in the future.

See, even Jieyin isn't crying, so it obviously doesn't hurt that much. Unlike that Zhunti, who's still sobbing even now!

She casually tossed Jieyin next to Zhunti, like throwing a broken sack.

With that toss, the unconscious Jieyin groggily awoke, and excruciating pain instantly swept through his body.

The two exchanged a glance, seeing the same disarray and humiliation on each other's faces, and a surge of grief and indignation welled up in their hearts.

Zhunti quietly transmitted his thoughts:

"Senior Brother, let's not use our magic to get rid of the bumps on our heads. Let's keep them, to remind ourselves at all times of the shame of today, never to be forgotten!"

A fierce glint flashed in Jieyin's eyes as he replied:

"Indeed! We will not rest until this revenge is taken!"

Zhunti continued:

"Senior Brother, if we establish our own sects in the future, the first thing our disciples will do upon entering is to shave off the hair on their heads! This shame must be passed down through generations!"

Jieyin said in a deep voice:

"Indeed, not only must they shave their heads, but these bumps all over their heads must also become a tradition!"

"To make future disciples remember that all of this was bestowed upon us by Qin Xuan and Hou Tu!"

Just as Jieyin was gnashing his teeth, he suddenly remembered the futon and hurriedly transmitted:

"Junior Brother, quick! The futon! Don't let anyone else snatch it!"

However, when they struggled to turn their heads and look, a fiery red figure was already sitting firmly on the futon that belonged to them.

It turned out that while Hou Tu was beating up Jieyin, Dijun, holding the Hetu Luoshu, and Taiyi, wielding the Eastern Emperor Bell, had already firmly occupied the futon with the aura of a late-stage Great Golden Immortal.

Having lost their futon and suffered a beating, Jieyin and Zhunti could no longer hold back and burst into tears, their cries even louder than before.

Upon seeing this, Hou Tu quickly sat back on her own futon, which Xuan-di had painstakingly helped her snatch, and she couldn't afford to lose it.

At this moment, Qin Xuan was looking at his Hou Tu-jiejie with a strange expression, his heart full of doubts!

Is this... really the gentle and kind Hou Tu-jiejie that I know?

She wasn't like this in Pangu Temple!

Who corrupted my gentle and lovely Hou Tu-jiejie?!

Step forward, and I promise not to beat him to death!

The farce finally came to an end, and Zixiao Palace gradually returned to silence, as if nothing had happened just now.

However, the names of Qin Xuan and Hou Tu, along with their shocking actions just now, had been deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the great figures.

Just then, above the head seat in the center of the hall, purple energy billowed, auspicious clouds floated, golden lotuses emerged from the void, and an ancient figure slowly solidified in the light.

The newcomer held a horsetail whisk, wore a simple Daoist robe, and had a calm face, exuding an indescribable majesty and indifference.

It was Hongjun.

"Welcome, Dao Ancestor!" Haotian and Yaochi, who were standing on either side of the throne, took the lead in kneeling.

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!" The three thousand guests in the hall stood up and saluted respectfully.

Hongjun's gaze calmly swept across the entire hall, pausing imperceptibly on Qin Xuan.

Variable... From the moment this person stepped into Zixiao Palace, everything changed!