When Lu Chuan opened his mouth and asked for something, that group of Heavenly Soldiers naturally did not dare refuse. Very easily, Lu Chuan recovered Tianpeng's battered, broken fleshly body.
However, after suffering three thousand blows from the Golden Melon Hammer, the state of that body's ruin still exceeded some of his imaginings. It looked like a crystalline skeleton with scraps of rotten flesh still carrying a sheen of radiance hanging from it.
The punishment of three thousand Golden Melon Hammer blows was no easy thing to endure. It was a special instrument of torture manufactured by the Heavenly Court, capable of shattering the protective divine power outside a god or immortal's body, so ordinary people were unwilling to take it.
Unless one possessed the indestructible Vajra body of the Daluo Realm, even a Taiyi High Immortal could not withstand it.
After that, Lu Chuan continued back to the venue of the Flat Peach Banquet.
The banquet was still going on. The gods and Buddhas exchanged cups and toasts, joyous and harmonious, as if nothing at all had happened just now.
Although Lu Chuan had questions in his heart, he also knew this was the Queen Mother's birthday celebration. Whatever there was, it would have to wait until after today.
When he returned, Chang'e had left again. However, the aloof Yang Jian was now sitting in his seat and had not left again, instead looking somewhat lost in thought and dazed.
"Hey, what are you daydreaming about?"
Lu Chuan sat down and bumped Yang Jian with his elbow.
"Oh, nothing. Tianpeng..." Yang Jian said.
Lu Chuan shook his head and picked up a mouthful of food. "Enough, let's not talk about that fellow anymore. Tianpeng has met with calamity, but how do we know it is not a blessing? Take