Lian Pingchao panicked and hurriedly tried to sense his literary palace, but he couldn't feel it. His talent was gone, and all the power of a scholar had disappeared.
"Fang Yun!"
Lian Pingchao gnashed his teeth, his face ferocious, almost using all his strength to shout out Fang Yun's name.
Soon, the anger on his face turned into annoyance.
"If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have gone against him. I would have just followed him! What happened in the Bloodlight Ancient Land? Why does Fang Yun have such great power? Will my power disappear temporarily, or will it disappear permanently? I must have a way to solve it! I must be able to get back my lost power and surpass Fang Yun! Master of Bloodlight? I don't believe it! How can Han Lin call himself the Master of Bloodlight? "
Lian Pingchao thought and quickly walked towards Qingyang City. But after a few steps, he began to pant.
Lian Pingchao's face became gloomier. Without the power of a scholar, he was just an old man in his sixties, powerless.
A hundred miles could be covered quickly by a scholar, but for an old man, it would take at least ten hours.
Lian Pingchao gritted his teeth and said, "Old Man was able to become a scholar because of his knowledge and willpower. Trivial things can't stop Old Man. Old Man still has the Huhu Shell and many other divine items. As long as he can recover a bit of his talent, he can make a comeback … "
Lian Pingchao's voice suddenly stopped.
"Where is my Huhu Shell?"
Lian Pingchao was completely panicked. He began to search his sleeves, belt, underwear, pants, and even reached into his hair and collar.
There was nothing!
Lian Pingchao quickly looked around. There was no one here, so he took off his clothes one by one, leaving only a pair of shorts on his body.
Lian Pingchao looked as if he was struck by lightning. He stared blankly at his clothes, his eyes gradually dimming and his face turning ashen.
"Where did I leave my Huhu Shell? I just touched it myself! "Lian Pingchao was so anxious that his eyes turned red. He hurriedly put on his clothes. He went back the way he came and looked around, hoping to find his lost Huhu Shell.
The flood had just receded, and the ground was muddy. Lian Pingchao walked with one foot deep and the other shallow, panting heavily as he walked.
After searching for two hours, Lian Pingchao still found nothing.
"Fang Yun! You will die a horrible death! I curse you … "
The Grand Scholar sat on the muddy ground and cursed loudly. At first, he was still arrogant. As they cursed, they began to use vulgar words from the marketplace. The more they cursed, the more vulgar they became.
At this moment, Lian Pingchao was no longer the Grand Scholar who had shaken the Bloodlight Ancient Land. He was just an old man who had lost all his strength.
After cursing for half an hour, Lian Pingchao stood up with a defeated face. He guessed that Fang Yun had not only deprived him of his strength but also the Hanhu Shell. Everything he gained from the ruins of Dragon City became Fang Yun's.
"Could it be that he has really become the Master of Bloodlight? No, I don't believe it! "
Lian Pingchao's face was filled with determination. He began to hurry back to Qingyang City. As long as he returned to Qingyang City, even if he was not a Grand Scholar, he would have enough strength and would not be in such a sorry state.
Lian Pingchao walked for seven or eight steps before he slipped and fell to the ground. His body was covered in mud. His right elbow was green from the fall.
"Unlucky!"
Lian Pingchao walked a dozen more steps. This time, he was tripped by an inexplicable root. His body fell forward and hit the ground. His entire face was plastered with mud with a loud 'pa' sound.
Lian Pingchao struggled to stand up. He cursed while cleaning the mud on his body.
He kept moving forward, but he always ran into bad luck. After walking for a mere quarter of an hour. After walking for only a quarter of an hour, he encountered similar bad luck more than ten times.
When he got up for the last time, Lian Pingchao felt a chill in his heart. He realized that this was definitely not a coincidence. Some kind of power was purposely targeting him. Or, he had been infected with a power related to disaster.
Half-saint's words could determine fortune and misfortune.
The first batch of people who had moved into the Bloodlight Ancient Land had incurred the displeasure of the half-step Sages. Even if the half-step Sages hadn't cursed them personally, those people were still extremely unlucky. Everything they did didn't go smoothly, and they often encountered all kinds of accidents.
Moreover, all of them died in accidents. None of them had a good ending.
After that batch of people died, their descendants did not encounter so many accidents.
Lian Pingchao finally did not dare to curse anymore.
"Could it be … he is the real Master of Bloodlight?" Lian Pingchao's bad feeling became even stronger.
Lian Pingchao started his journey at dawn and only arrived at Qingyang City in the afternoon. Along the way, he encountered countless unlucky things. Birds defecated on his head, he was almost bitten by a venomous snake, he was chased by wild dogs, his clothes were torn, his face was covered with dried mud, his clothes had completely changed color, and he walked with a limp. Anyone who saw him would think that he was a beggar.
When he reached the outskirts of Qingyang City, Lian Pingchao was stunned.
Qingyang City belonged to the Lian family. There would definitely be a large flag with the word "Lian" embroidered on it. If it was not, the general guarding the city would be held accountable. But now, all the flags of the Lian family had disappeared.
This would only happen when the city changed owners.
Lian Pingchao only felt a sharp pain in his heart. The thing he was most worried about had finally happened.
Lian Pingchao deliberately dressed himself more sloppily. After confirming that no one could recognize him, he limped into the city and went to the Mayor's Mansion.
Before he reached the Mayor's Mansion, Lian Pingchao saw that the street in front of him was blocked by soldiers. Then, prisoner carriages passed by. The wheels of the carriages rolled on the stone ground.
Lian Pingchao saw that his son, daughter, grandson and granddaughter were all in the prisoner carriages.
Behind each of them was a wooden token with a bright red word on it.
Behead!
Lian Pingchao's body swayed and he almost fainted. He heard the discussions of the people around him.
"It is said that Grand Secretary Yun Zhaochen personally captured them and will personally oversee the beheading. All the direct descendants of the Lian family will be beheaded immediately. The rest of the Lian family will be demoted to sinners and will only be restored after three generations."
"I heard from the soldiers in the Mayor's Mansion that Lian Pingchao could have offended anyone, but he actually offended the current Master of Xue Mang! That huge figure is the one who changed the four seasons and changed the world. Lian Pingchao actually dared to offend him. He is really courting death! "
"I also heard that Lian Pingchao bullied the previous Master of Xue Mang. He stole his divine item and wanted to kill him. Luckily, the Master has a good temper. If it was me, I would have razed the Mayor's Mansion to the ground with a slap! "
"Good! Heaven has eyes! The Master of Xue Mang is really capable. He really cares about us people! The Lian family usually does all kinds of evil. The people of Qingyang City were angry but did not dare to say anything. Today, they finally got their retribution! Heaven has eyes, the Master of Xue Mang has eyes! "
"Let's go and watch the beheading. Let's cheer together!"
"Lian family deserves to die! Back then, I already said that I will not submit to anyone. I will submit to whoever can take away the Lian family! "
At first, Lian Pingchao felt as if a knife was being twisted in his heart. His mind was in a trance, but soon, he became completely numb. He never thought that he and the Lian family would have such a good reputation among the people. Those people wanted to skin him and cut his flesh.
Lian Pingchao numbly followed the crowd to the execution ground.
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