Chapter Forty-Four: The Night of Blood Stains, New Pavilion Master

  "Stop, don't kill me!" Jiudu struggled to escape with all her might, but her entire body was soft and weak, unable to muster any strength. At this moment, the silent Ziyu asked: "May I ask who you are?"

  "Your Excellency." I said calmly.

  "What?!" The Silver Wolf jumped up from the ground excitedly, but ended up pulling on his wound, revealing a pained expression. Lí Luò also couldn't help but reveal a surprised look, while only Zǐ Yuǎn remained calm, asking: "The master of Qingtiange has been dead for half a month, how could you possibly be the master?"

  "If it weren't for me, Qinglian Pavilion would have been destroyed long ago. You are now rescued by me, and I am the new pavilion master. Do you have any objections?" Seeing Ziying's lack of reaction, I bit my lower lip and continued: "Of course, if you'd rather die than submit and still mourn for your former pavilion master, I don't mind rescuing you only to destroy you myself. How about we discuss a deal?"

  Zi Ying suddenly smiled: "Good, I also have conditions."

  "Kill him?" I turned around and asked Jiudu.

  "Alright, but you have to do it according to my requirements. He killed so many of my fellow disciples, and I won't be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart if he doesn't suffer a miserable death!"

  "No problem!" She casually picked up a sword from the ground: "Do you want his eyes, ears, or nose?" Jiudu was trembling with fear, but still tried to escape with all her might. Did this woman in front of her not know what she was doing?

  Murder! Why can she say it as if ordering food? This woman is too terrifying!

  "His two ears," Ziying said, her eyes sinking. As soon as the words fell, Jiudu let out a blood-curdling scream and two unidentifiable objects flew towards Ziying. She reached out to catch them, laughing: "Next, I want his pair of eyes."

  "Are you asking me to strip him completely?" he complained discontentedly.

  "Then you can choose not to do it," said Ziying.

  As I turned around, I heard Jiudu let out a miserable cry of "ah", and then he died with blood flowing from his seven orifices.

  "Huh? What's going on?" My sword hasn't even fallen yet!

  "He died from severed meridians." Zi Ying said as she leaned forward to check his breath.

  "Why can't he just hold on a bit longer? If he could just make it through, he wouldn't die!" I sighed.

  "How did you know? He killed countless of our fellow disciples." Ziying stepped forward and asked.

  "You actually want him to be blind, deaf and mute. So you'll have me cut off his ears, dig out his eyes, and then pierce his throat or feed him some poison. Let him become a useless waste from being the respected master of the house, wanting to die but unable to, this is the best punishment for him."

  "Well, your analysis is correct." Ziying said, "But he's dead, you didn't meet my condition."

  I dropped my sword: "This is not my fault."

  "How can it be? You didn't take good care of him." Ziying said to me with a tone of blame.

  As soon as I heard, my eyes showed a wronged expression. Ziying "pfft" laughed and took two steps back, kneeling on one knee: "See the master."

  The others, upon seeing this, also knelt down one after another: "Greetings, Your Excellency!"

  "Alright, alright, this will be the ceremony for me becoming the pavilion master. The pavilion master is leaving now, and I'm ordering you to take good care of your injuries. Once you've recovered, come find me. Did you hear? Oh, right, the pavilion master's name is Dantai Yue! I'll leave first!" As soon as he finished speaking, Ziying looked up and saw a black figure flash out of the grand hall, quickly disappearing from sight.

  "What's this, just a name, how are we supposed to find..." Zi Ying muttered softly.

  Suddenly, a clear voice came from the empty space above the grand hall, obviously using the Thousand Mile Transmission: "Don't secretly complain, if you don't even have this bit of ability, what would the Pavilion Master want you to do?" The voice then disappeared.

  Zi Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: This pavilion master is too omniscient! At this time, the sky had just cracked dawn.