Beyond Death

EP 2

The Lan's Whip is made by the ancestor Lan's, using tail wing of the deep-sea sharkman, plus the secret technique of immortality. It looks white and light, with gleaming silver light, like a rare treasure. But the tail wing of the sharkman is actually a deadly weapon, with barbs all over it, and it is extremely tough. The whip made of it looks light and fluttering, but in fact it is extremely heavy, and it can't be swung without spiritual power.

Whenever the whip is used, there's no need to worry about mercy of executioner . Spiritual power is poured into the whip, and it won't be reduced before it can be lifted. When the upper body is whipped, there is a bone-eating blood gap through several feet long and a few inches wide. The wound is not only difficult to heal, but also bites like tens of thousands of insects and ants day and night. It will not stop until the scabs slowly fall off. And the scar of whips does not fade away forever.

Lan's Whip has never been fined more than five whips once. One whip on the upper body brings extreme pain before the injury, not to mention the pain of dozens of whip on the upper body. Lan Wangji had to be punished thirty-three whips at once, which has never happened.

At this moment, Lan Wangji's chest and back were all criss-crossed with countless scars, which were left during the Battle of Ever-lighting City. Without treatment, they were bloodstained and unbearable.

Lan Xichen had just been worried that Lan Wangji's old wounds were not healed and could not bear the whip, so he wanted to dispel Lan Qiren's anger, let Lan Wangji go, and at least not be punished at one time. However, he didn't expect that Lan Wangji would be so stubborn, holding on to his injuries, but defending the Tao in his heart.

But today, once the whip falls, there is no possibility of turning back the situation. Lan Xichen is not sure whether Lan Wangji can endure at all. Thinking of this, he shivered, and the cold wind blew into his bones, bringing the cold like ice. He bumped his teeth and turned to look at Lan Qiren. He didn't want to care about the majesty of the master, the role model of his disciples, and his duties. He wanted to protect Lan Wangji, just like when he was a child that night.

"Uncle! Can't beat!" Lan Xichen shouted sadly, the end of the voice trembling like a cuckoo crying in the cold wind, a burst of dizziness surged up, and his hands and feet began to tremble involuntarily.

The whip in the hands of the elder hung in the air, and the blue light was hiddened inside, like lightning that was triggered from time to time behind a dark cloud.

Lan Qiren's eyes were already blood red, his lips were closed tightly when hearing Lan Qiren's begging, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched, as if gritted his teeth and said nothing. Lan Xichen thought of the day when the fire burned Yunshen. When Lan Qiren ordered him to leave, his expression was exactly the same as at the moment. Heartbroken, desperate, angry, and hopeful?

Lan Xichen rushed to Lan Wang's body and folded his clothes with both hands, trying to cover Lan Wangji's naked upper body and using his body to block the ring whip that the elder might swing down at any time. His heart beats into his throat, and he knows this behavior of his own, maybe tomorrow he will be lifted from the position of patriarch. But he hadn't cared so much anymore, thinking that Lan Wangji would live in shame with the scars on his back from now on, he felt that nothing could stop him.

The whispering voices of the elders entered the courtyard again, and Lan Xichen had great headache when hearing, but he didn't bring his sword and flute with him. How did he protect Lan Wangji to leave from the ancestral hall? Lan Xichen trembled in despair, his back sweat soaked his clothes, but under his chest, a calm and cold voice broke through the noise and said: "Wangji should be punished because of making mistakes , please don't stop , my sect master!"