Chapter 0128

Chapter 128: Mo Liu Su, walk a few steps if you’re fine

Mo Liu Su pointed straight at Zhou Tong and kept pressing him: “Why won’t you explain? Are you so stumped by my questions that you can only keep silent?”

The experts around them finally lost patience and shouted: “Enough! We only saw the guest elder protecting everyone. If you dare smear him without proof, don’t blame us for being rude!”

Mo Liu Su sneered back: “Protecting everyone? What a joke. He borrowed everyone’s strength. We protected ourselves! He is a Saint. Even if he’s sealed, he should be able to break free. But he didn’t. He asked us for power instead, refusing to take any risk. Where is a Saint’s courage in that?”

She jabbed a finger at Zhou Tong and went on: “And if he were truly selfless, he wouldn’t have taken my Yin Yang Dao Physique. If he wants to prove he’s clean, he must return what belongs to me!”

Her real purpose finally came out, and the crowd burst into laughter.

Someone cursed her without mercy, saying: “Clown!”

She acted like she didn’t hear it and stared hard at Zhou Tong: “I’m giving you a chance. You’d better hold on to it.”

She showed him no respect at all. With the holy staff in her hand and a Saint sealed in front of her, she felt she had no reason to be afraid.

Lian Han Xing’s eyes flashed cold as she gently stroked the red cord around her wrist. Spirit power surged. This red cord was a gift from Zhou Tong. It could suppress the token Mo Liu Su wore, and that token just happened to hold down her Three Disasters and Four Tribulations. With the token suppressed, Mo Liu Su was about to suffer.

“Buzz, buzz…”

While she was still pointing and shouting, the wooden bead at her chest began to flicker rapidly, as if it was about to go dark.

“Not good!”

Her face changed at once. A pain like nothing she had ever felt crashed over her whole body.

“Ahhh!”

Under everyone’s shocked gaze, Mo Liu Su’s steps faltered. She fell flat to the ground and let out a terrible scream. In the blink of an eye she was soaked in sweat. Fear twisted her face. Her long hair came loose, and her breathing turned heavy and rough.

“What’s wrong with her?” people asked, but there wasn’t the least bit of concern in their voices.

“Who knows? Maybe she’s done too many bad things and some evil illness hit her out of nowhere,” someone said, grinning like they were watching a show.

Another person said: “You know, that could be right. She looks like she’s under a tribulation. With pain like that, it should be the Unwarranted Tribulation.”

Someone else added: “Not only that. Her cultivation is unstable. It might be stacked with the Bitter Fate Tribulation.”

A third voice said: “Her spirit is collapsing and everyone hates her. That’s the Loneliness Tribulation plus the Forsaken Return Tribulation!”

They did the math and were stunned. Four tribulations at once. Just how rotten had she been for so long that the heavens themselves came to collect the debt?

Mo Liu Su lay on her back, her whole body pulled tight like a bowstring. Even her toes pressed downward without her noticing. Her muscles twitched and cramped. The pain slammed into her mind and almost wiped out her reason. She didn’t even have the strength to keep screaming. A moment ago she had stood above everyone like a fairy from the clouds. Now she was a pitiful bug, clutching her head and groaning.

Worse, she stayed completely conscious the whole time. Proud as she was, she had to watch everyone point and whisper, their eyes full of contempt. Even a beggar now had the right to mock her. Falling to this point was her worst nightmare.

She wanted to shout, but couldn’t. Her eyes rolled back and tears poured down her cheeks as her heart howled: [No… you ants, don’t look at me like that. Don’t look down on me!]

Someone laughed and said: “Oh? She’s crying now? That’s new. Where’d that bold spirit go when you were slandering a Saint?”

Another person jeered: “Come on then, if you’re fine, walk a few steps. Shout a couple of lines. Let us all learn a thing or two… hahahaha!”

The laughter filled the air. To Mo Liu Su it felt like steel knives shaving away her dignity, slice by slice. For a second she thought, [Maybe I should just die.]

Up above, Lian Han Xing didn’t feel a trace of pity. She had decided to make Mo Liu Su learn what true pain meant. But she got too excited and pushed too hard. Her spirit power surged out of control and snapped the red cord.

At the same time, sensing the break, the wooden bead on Mo Liu Su’s chest cracked apart.

Time seemed to freeze.

Zhou Tong couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. He looked at Lian Han Xing and said with a half-smile, his eyes free of blame: “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

The big one was coming.

Without the bead’s suppression, what followed wouldn’t be small troubles. It would be the Three Disasters.

Sure enough, a vast wave of tribulation burst out of Mo Liu Su’s body. Faces changed all around as people leaped back like they’d seen a tiger.

“Ahhhhh!”

Her voice came back, and a flood of pain shoved her over the edge again and again.

One of the scariest things about the Three Disasters and Four Tribulations was this: they kept raising the victim’s tolerance while keeping every nerve alert. You never went numb. You could only endure the pain stacking without end until you were completely destroyed.

“Save me… someone save me. I’ll agree to any condition!” Mo Liu Su crawled upright, but that wasn’t recovery. It was the last flare of her strength, a brief light before going dark.

No one dared get near her. On top of the Four Tribulations, she now carried the Death Disaster, the Severed Path Disaster, and the Mind Chaos Disaster. She had become a walking source of doom. Touch her and you die, unless you were a Saint.

“She looks really dangerous now. Aren’t you going to save her?” Lian Han Xing asked, stealing a glance at Zhou Tong.

“Let her die. Who’s afraid?” Zhou Tong said with a carefree smile.

Chen Ling’er shivered, a grief and fear feeling rising in her chest. It seemed Zhou Tong truly had let go of old ties and now hated each of them equally.

She gathered her courage and whispered, almost too soft to hear: “Junior brother, this isn’t right.” But when Zhou Tong’s knife sharp gaze met hers, she lost her nerve at once and hid behind Lian Han Xing.

Mo Liu Su was on the very edge. Maybe the heavens didn’t want her dead yet, because in the noisy crowd she suddenly spotted the little demoness. Hanging from the girl’s neck was a Jade Token that Zhou Tong had given her. It held an Emperor Grade Spirit that could restrain disasters and tribulations.

Mo Liu Su lunged and cried out: “Give it to me… give me that!”