The Demon with Holy Radiance

"Wen Zhao was indeed in the wrong first. However, you committed an act of gross insubordination by killing him, causing a loss to the Golden Thread Pavilion’s strength. As Pavilion Master, I cannot let this matter rest for the sake of the entire Sect. I must also answer to our members."

Sure enough, just as everyone had guessed, Thirty Flow had no intention of letting Yang An off so easily.

An External Affairs Elder killing an Internal Affairs Elder—regardless of whether it was during a critical time of war—was a precedent that could absolutely not be set.

Although no one else could have accomplished what Yang An did, and it was unprecedented in the history of the Golden Thread Pavilion.

But once it happened, this precedent had to be stamped out to prevent the Sect’s morale from collapsing.

Regardless, even if it was just a formality, they couldn’t just let Yang An walk away.

Hearing Thirty Flow’s words, Yang An remained expressionless, but he sneered inwardly.

"Then how does the Pavilion Master intend to deal with me?"

Under the gazes of the crowd, Thirty Flow’s dignified voice slowly spread out.

"According to the Sect’s laws, you may be spared death, but you cannot escape punishment. You are sentenced to ten days of extreme punishment!"

This so-called extreme punishment was generally useless against Cultivators. With their Immortality, their damaged bodies would constantly regenerate. No matter the torture, it would have no real effect on a Cultivator.

But the extreme punishment Thirty Flow spoke of was carried out in a unique way by the Golden Thread Pavilion. It would suppress the victim’s Cultivation Level and Mana, ensuring they would endure a torment even more agonizing than the backlash of their own powers.

Generally, those within the Sect who committed grave crimes would be sentenced to at least several months of this punishment if it was applied.

However, firstly, Wen Zhao had been in the wrong, and secondly, Yang An was an old acquaintance of the Supreme Elder.

Ten days was the most lenient sentence Thirty Flow could give, and in the eyes of the crowd, it was already a very light punishment.

’Extreme punishment?’

Yang An let out a cold snort.

’If I had died at Wen Zhao’s hands, or been killed because he deliberately targeted me, would Wen Zhao have only had to suffer ten days of extreme punishment as well?’

’Wen Zhao was the one at fault. I did nothing wrong. Why should I be punished?’

"I’ll pass."

Yang An said coldly, completely ignoring Thirty Flow and everyone present as he turned to leave once more.

Seeing this, the crowd once again wore looks of surprise.

They had all seen that the Pavilion Master was intentionally going easy on Yang An, but they hadn’t expected the man to be so ungrateful.

"You’re not leaving."

Thirty Flow, who had been prepared to be lenient with Yang An, also let out a cold shout upon seeing his attitude.

The next moment, an object flew from his sleeve. It was a Curse Seal entwined with streams of black and gold light, similar to the Profound Jade Curse Seal Yang An had obtained. However, the aura emanating from it was as mighty as a mountain, far more imposing.

This was the Curse Seal exclusive to the Pavilion Master, held by Thirty Flow. The luck and destiny of every Curse Seal holder were linked to the Golden Thread Pavilion itself. This connection was concentrated in his black and gold Curse Seal, allowing him to restrain any member of the Golden Thread Pavilion.

As Pavilion Master, Thirty Flow rarely used the Curse Seal. His word was law, and no one in the Golden Thread Pavilion dared to disobey. But now, a rebel like Yang An had appeared.

In addition, Yang An possessed the strength to kill Wen Zhao so quickly that even Thirty Flow, after their brief clash just now, couldn’t subdue him. Thus, he was forced to use the authority of his Curse Seal.

When the black and gold Curse Seal appeared, everyone present looked at Yang An with schadenfreude.

If he had just obediently accepted his punishment, it would have been over. But he had to force the Pavilion Master to use the power of the Curse Seal. Now the guy would just have to suffer more. He really brought it on himself.

The moment the black and gold Curse Seal appeared, a violent gale swept across the entire Floating Island, and every Cultivator in the Golden Thread Pavilion felt a resonance.

Streams of aura gathered into the Curse Seal, descending upon Yang An like Mount Tai crashing down.

The Cultivators present felt the pressure firsthand. Whether they were Zombie Gods or of the Insect Dao, they all felt a breathless sense of suffocation under this convergence of destiny, as if facing the boundless might of the heavens. They immediately scrambled to get far away.

Just as Yang An was about to leave, he couldn’t help but pause. Sensing the immense power of this destiny, his expression changed... from a cold sneer to one of utter mockery.

The next moment, the converged destiny of the entire Golden Thread Pavilion pressed down abruptly. Yet, it merely manifested as a fierce gust of wind that sent Yang An’s robes whipping noisily about, passing straight through his body.

It was like a cold breeze blowing past. Other than that, there was nothing.

Seeing this, the crowd was stunned. Even Thirty Flow was visibly shaken.

’What’s happening?’

’How could it be useless?’

The Pavilion Master’s Curse Seal, which was akin to the might of the heavens for everyone in the Golden Thread Pavilion, was now, for the first time, completely ineffective against Yang An.

’Don’t tell me the Pavilion Master brought out a fake Curse Seal?’

Yang An looked at them as if they were a pack of clowns. Seeing their reaction, he couldn’t be bothered to say another word, and his figure vanished on the spot.

’What a joke. The first thing I did after getting the Profound Black Curse Seal was use my Purification Ability to erase the price of using it.’

’Having one old codger looming over my head was already bad enough; how could I possibly let someone else hold me down too? Let alone use a Curse Seal to restrain me.’

"Stop!"

Thirty Flow was the first to snap back to his senses, bellowing in cold fury. The crowd also recovered at his roar, but Yang An was already long gone. In the blink of an eye, his aura had already left the Floating Island.

Such speed left everyone present utterly astonished.

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