Who You Are

Chapter 72 - 33 Lashes

~**Mature Content, Actions of physical and verbal punishment...(abuse)...please read with caution**~
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The Lan's Whip is made by the ancestor Lan's, plus the secret technique of immortality. It looks white and light, with gleaming silver light. The whip 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 Nightless 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. LanXichen 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.

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 Wangji knelt on the ground as if his legs were rooted. No matter how Lan Xichen pull him,he didn't waver at all. At this moment, Lan Xichen and the elders that even if he was the brother of the sect master, he should be punished for mistakes, and the sect master cannot be partial

The white shadows were like electricity, and two elders came out of the queue and thunderously pulled Lan Xichen. They pulled him to the side, adding spiritual power to him, locked him firmly. There was a pain underneath his neck. Lan Qiren sealed his acupuncture points with his hands, he could not shout anymore.

Lan Xichen saw Lan Qiren's back, standing in front of Lan Wang's body, so thin, his shoulders were a little shaky. Lan Qiren  silently looked down at Lan Wangji, who was kneeling straight, and suddenly nodded. Lan Wangji picked up the handkerchief that had fallen on the ground, put it in his mouth and bit it tightly, knelt down again, and slowly closed his eyes.

An endless dull pain spread from the lower abdomen to his whole body, Lan Xichen's vision was blurred. It turned out that even if there was no war, there would still be such a weak time as a leader. He let out a silent choking and turned his head.

Why did it come to this point today?

Why didn't he notice that his younger brother, who never noticed others, had such feelings for Wei Wuxian?

Lan Xichen hated himself so much at this moment. Lan Xichen gritted his teeth and forced himself not to look at Lan Wangji's face, let alone his body. Brothers' heart and body connect each other. Every whip seemed to swing on the Lan Xichen's heart at the same time.