The curtains in the corridor at the Tao Hua Chuan Academy fluttered in the warm breeze of the new season. They carried the scent of approaching spring. The snow on the branches of a dry, lifeless tree suddenly fell as a bird perched there. Mo Yan was still struggling to get up with the help of his sword, but the sword had cut through his back muscles so deeply that his courage was fading. Mo Yan looked at the teacher standing in front of him, struggling so much that the veins in his neck swelled up to his forehead, but he didn't give up.

  And the academy teacher, seeing Mo Yan in such a painful state, stood with his face turned away. His face, his eyes, and his clenched fists never fully opened. He bowed his head in shame, disgusted at his own helplessness.

  Just then, the sharp, sharp sound of wui guan was heard, causing even the bird perched on the branch to fly away in fear. "What's wrong? Why are you all standing like statues? Are you having trouble punishing your king or watching him get punished? If you are, then it's okay...!"

  Wui Guan said bitterly, looked at Mo Yan, took a step towards him, and said, "If none of you can do it, then I'll have to take the blame."

  As she said this, her eyes and tongue betrayed the nature of a scorpion, as if a storm had raged within her.

  Just then, a heaviness filled the air as Wui Guan gave a command to two of her disciples to flog him. She had them raise their hands in the air and point at Mo Yan.

  The four disciples of Mo Yan, who had been brutally pinned down, jumped up, trying everything they could to break free from the soldiers' grasp, but only their eyes were free to see their emperor so brutally tortured. The disciples screamed in agony. They looked at the Master with their heads bowed, then at Mo Yan. All four of them were on the verge of heartbreak as they struggled to break free. But nothing could stop them from the soldiers' rock-like grip.

  Two disciples holding gourds advanced toward Mo Yan, causing the Master to bow his head even more. The disciples felt a calamity descend upon them. Mo Yan drew his sword, though his speed was so slow that it fell midway.

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  Just then, the Grand Minister of Wui Guan approached him and began whispering in her ear. Looking at Mo Yan, he said,

  "Grand Master, you and I both know what we're here for, but why are you punishing Emperor Mo Yan?"

  Wui Guan gave a sharp, crooked smile and spoke softly, her voice like the wind blowing through a silent area.

  "Don't forget, the face that looks into the glass is the one that suffers the most when it breaks. I've done what I had to. I didn't hurt the stone, but the statue hidden within. Now I'm just waiting for it to cry."

  The Grand Minister stepped back, looking at Mo Yan. Just then, two disciples holding whips stood behind Mo Yan. Their eyes stared at Mo Yan mercilessly, as if a god of death was preparing to take his soul.

  Mo Yan's disciples tried everything to intervene.

  They kept screaming and thrashing even with their mouths closed, but no one listened.

  Just then, one disciple holding a Whips raised the Whips into the air to strike the first blow. And at that very moment, the disciples' breaths stopped, their struggles ceased, and they froze where they were, staring with tearful eyes.

  And Wu Guan, her head held high with pride, as if she had achieved her life's goal.

  Her eyes seemed to enjoy this cruelty.

  But Mo Yan calmed down. Suddenly, his eyes and face relaxed, as if feeling a sense of relief. But when Wu Guan looked at Mo Yan's calm and composed face, it stung her like a needle in her foot, shaking her to the core.

  Wui Guan was just looking at Mo Yan like evil eyes, but her blood began to boil. Then Wu Guan drew her sword once again, and it came out with a scream, attracting everyone's attention.

  And Master, too, suddenly turned to look at Wu Guan at the sudden metallic noise. The Master rushed forward and grabbed Wu Guan's hand. But her hands were shaking.

  Sweat dripped down his face so profusely that his eyelids were drenched. But Wu Guan displayed her ferocity even here. She pushed him mercilessly, sending the elderly Master crashing to the ground. The disciples were stunned by this emotional carnage.

  Just then, Wu Guan charged forward with the speed of a strong wind, her gaze fixed on Mo Yan's chest. Her sword, like a ship sailing through water, was aimed at Mo Yan.

  But then the wind stopped, the noise of nature suddenly fell silent, and a heartbreaking silence descended. As Wu Guan's sword reached Mo Yan's chest, it froze in midair, causing the advancing Wu Guan's own chest to collide with the sword's grasp, causing it to stumble and fall.

  Everyone was watching this scene helplessly. The eyes and breaths of the disciples and the master stopped for a long moment. A stone-like, heavy silence descended upon the academy