True torment came from one's enemies.
Some powerful clans that Yue Wusheng had once punished, or aristocratic families that had borne grudges against the Yue Family because of its former prestige, had heard the news early. Their descendants, mostly wastrels, set up roadblocks along the exile convoy's inevitable route to "see them off."
"Well, well, isn't this the illustrious young blood of the Yue Family? How did you end up in such a sorry state?" A pale-faced young man clad in brocade and fine robes blocked the road with a pack of vicious servants, his face openly twisted with malice and delight.
"I heard the Yue Family Spear Art is invincible. Come on, crawl through this young master's legs and bark like a dog twice. Let this young master see your backbone!" Another man spread his legs, pointed beneath them, and burst into laughter.
The Yue Family disciples' eyes blazed with fury. Their fists clenched tight, their knuckles cracking as they nearly threw their lives away. But Yue Lingyun let out a low roar, like a wounded lion: "Endure it!"
He took the lead. Beneath countless mocking, contemptuous, jeering gazes, he dragged his heavy shackles and slowly bent down, crawling beneath that wastrel's legs.
Dirt smeared his face, and humiliation carved itself into his bones. For the weaker clansmen behind him, he had to endure.
Seeing their family head do this, the other young and middle-aged men of the Yue Family could only follow with tears in their eyes, no matter how unwilling they were. The women and children were forced to crawl across ground strewn with filth.
Some could not bear the humiliation and killed themselves on the spot, their blood splashing across the ground.
And even that was not enough.
Whips lashed down like venomous snakes, striking the