Chapter 194 Exposing in Person
Dong Chang's body just lay there, blood oozing out, the wound on his throat was pitch black, and all life was gone.

Mr. Hong and Yang Lie, who were watching from the sidelines, had stern expressions, without any sympathy at all. This was the path he had chosen, and he was unwilling to turn back, so he could only bid farewell to this world in the form of death.

The disciple's body was lying at his feet, and the sadness in Tang Bingwen's heart was fleeting.

"Xu Xin, after you have given up your cultivation, I will promise you a life of plenty and food and clothing."

He looked at the disciple who was trembling with tears, then looked at the other disciples. The indifference on his face eased a lot, and he said:

"From now on, you will take turns to guard him. If anyone dares to let him out of Tang Tomb without permission, I will commit the same crime as him."

"Understood, Master."

Everyone agreed, with mixed feelings, and some still remembered their old friendship as fellow students, with sad and regretful looks on their faces.

That night.

The Tang Clan summoned the best doctor in the clan, and under the personal supervision of Tang Bingwen, Xu Xin's tendons in his hands and feet were broken, and all his abilities gained through hard training vanished into thin air, and he was even unable to gather his Qi anymore.

Afterwards, the doctor used acupuncture and medicinal compresses to clean the inflamed wound, promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. They worked for several hours before stabilizing his injuries and finally saving his life.

This night.

Tang Bingwen was exhausted, and his internal organs ached due to anger. The expectations he had placed on the two of them half a year ago now all came back to him, making his already gray hair even paler, as if he had aged several years in an instant.

While the Tang Clan was dealing with the traitor, the Yan Wu Tang's men gathered information in the martial arts world and joined forces with various forces, and finally found Liu Deshui's whereabouts.

After a chase, Liu Deshui, who had been on the run for ten days, was no longer able to fight. The wounds all over his body made him feel desperate. The thought of being captured and kept in captivity like an animal, and having his cultivation abolished, was simply a life worse than death for him.

"Evil creature! Why don't you surrender and turn back to the right path!!"

"Brother, come back with us."

"You've made such a huge mistake, and you're still stubborn and stubborn!!"

More than a dozen masters from Yanwu Hall stood not far from the cliff and gave exhortations, scolding and warnings, which constantly irritated Liu Deshui's confused nerves.

Thinking of the plight of being worse off than pigs and dogs for the rest of his life, he looked sad and angry. It was unknown what choice he had made, and all his fat was shaking.

"what!!!"

"Don't come over here!!"

Two lines of tears welled up in his eyes. Looking at the people who were approaching step by step, Liu Deshui was more terrified than ever before.

He lived his whole life on ambition, wanting to stand out, to dominate the world, and even to defeat his old friend from Trinity Gate.

After the Lu family gathering two years ago, his worries were almost resolved. However, facing the severe punishment of having his cultivation abolished, he simply could not accept it.

This was more painful than killing him. He never wanted to go back to the days when he was powerless, unable to do anything, and had to act according to the wishes of others.

"Traitor, come back with me, we can discuss everything."

Hall Master Yanwu's face turned cold. He stepped forward and tried to persuade his disciple to come back.

"Master. No. I can't go back."

Liu Deshui was in a state of trance, his eyes were bloodshot, and a chaotic noise emerged from the depths of his brain, including insults, rebukes, and contempt. Under the ravages of his inner demons, his remaining sanity collapsed.

Accompanied by inarticulate mumbling, no one could hear what Liu Deshui was mumbling, but suddenly they felt something was wrong.

"Traitor! What do you want to do?! Stop right there!"

Hall Master Yanwu seemed to have guessed something, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he shouted anxiously, not knowing that it was too late.

"Master."

Liu Deshui was disheartened. He turned around and fled, leaping off a cliff hundreds of meters high without hesitation.

"what?!"

"He would rather die than go back with us, what a bastard."

"Search! If he's alive, I must find him. If he's dead, I must find his body."

Everyone was filled with shock and anger. They lowered the hooks immediately, and their bodies swung as lightly and nimbly as monkeys, making forced landings from great heights.

When they reached the bottom of the cliff, all they saw was a body smashed to pieces, scattered miserably among the rocks. The familiar, tattered clothes already gave them the answer.

Among the thirty-six thieves, Liu Deshui, having nowhere else to go, chose to jump off a cliff and die.

The next day, news about Huode Zong arrived.

After Fengping was detained, his master personally destroyed his cultivation. He did not drink water or eat food for two consecutive days. In the early morning of the third night, he chose to commit suicide.

After the talks, each faction accelerated their actions and arrested the traitors within the sect one after another.

As for the Secret Painting Sect, they were unable to suppress the public outrage and their day of trial came.

Some sects, led by the Wang family, rushed to the Mihua Sect in a mighty manner. Under the banner of righteousness, they were determined to purge the evildoers who were in collusion with the devil Quan Xing, and demanded that Dou Ruchang show up and give an explanation.

Out of desperation, the head of the Secret Painting Sect and the second in command could not think of any countermeasures, so they had to bring Dou Ruchang in front of everyone, let him explain the whole story, and privately promised to do everything possible to save his life.

On the high platform, facing pairs of questioning, angry, and even gloating eyes, Dou Ruchang was in a dilemma.

His confidence suddenly dropped by half, cold sweat continued to emerge from his forehead, and he defended himself under tremendous psychological pressure:
"I admit that I have sworn brotherhood with Wu Gensheng, but I did not collude with Quan Xing. When we swore brotherhood, he had already declared that he had withdrawn from Quan Xing."

"Oh? Is that so!" In the crowd, the head of the Wang family sneered and walked out slowly. He was full of murderous intent. He wanted to ruin this man's reputation today.

"At this point, you still want to speak for that devil?"

"He was Quan Xing before, he is Quan Xing now, and he will be Quan Xing in this life and all his future lives. As the leader of Quan Xing, how many immoral things have he done? Washing away sins is not a simple matter of quitting Quan Xing."

The head of the Wang family was paying attention to the expressions of the people around him, whether they were dissatisfied or resentful, and the good opportunity had arrived.

He was not diverted by Dou Ruchang's remarks, but pointed out the problem sharply.

"The matter of the devil is too ominous, let's not talk about it for now. Everyone here today is here for you."

The head of the Wang family suddenly raised his voice and mocked:

"As the third in command of Secret Painting, your disciples and teachers have killed so many people in the battle with Quan Xing, many of whom were personally experienced and led by you. You should give your fellow disciples an explanation. Are you worthy of them?"

"I even suspect that the deaths of the secret painting masters over the years were the result of your conspiracy with Quan Xing. Where is your conscience?"

The head of the Wang family spoke incessantly, stirring up public anger. Not only outsiders, but even many disciples within the Secret Painting Sect felt resentful.

Dou Ruchang on the stage felt a tingling sensation on his spine, and replied in fear: "I have never done anything to let down the secret painting. I am worthy of heaven and earth, and worthy of my conscience."

"Wu Gensheng and the Quan Xing we fought were not the same from the beginning to the end."

This move played into the trap of the Wang family's patriarch, causing him to laugh: "Huh? Still being stubborn?"

Immediately, with Dou Ruchang feeling uneasy, the head of the Wang family turned around, faced the crowd, and shouted, "Everyone, listen carefully!"

"he--"

"The third leader of the Secret Painting Sect keeps saying that he has done nothing wrong to the sect. Well, I won't hide it from you."

"A few days ago, the Lu family held a meeting. It happened that a friend of mine who was on good terms with me informed me that the bodies of the captured traitors were all engraved with the blood ink you secretly drew."

"Do you want to guess how all those bad friends of yours were caught in one fell swoop?"

"It was by using the Xiqing you secretly drew that we sought help and contacted others, and we turned the tables and executed all the dozen or so demons."

"This matter is not only known to my Wang family, but also to all the sects present that day. What else do you have to quibble about, Dou Ruchang?"

"If all else fails, you can do an autopsy. Master Hu from the Shuzi Sect happens to be here too. Why don't you ask him if it's true?"

After a series of stimulating verbal sparring, Dou Ruchang was forced to retreat again and again, staggering, his brain going blank as if struck by lightning, and he didn't know how to respond.

"What? The Third Master actually passed Xi Qing to them?"

"I didn't expect he lied to us."

"You have no conscience, return my master's life to me! You are not worthy of being my uncle!"

As a witness to the talks, Hu Tu also rushed to the Mihua Gate today to support the argument of the head of the Wang family.

"Brother Wang, what you said is true. We have verified the matter of Xi Qing and even went to Huo De Sect. We also found blood and ink on the corpse. We have not wrongly accused you, Dou Ruchang."

"With such irrefutable evidence, you say you deserve the secret painting. How do you deserve it? With your eloquence and your distortion of the truth?"

For a moment, Hu Tu's words suddenly made the head of the secret painting sect and the second in command, who had originally planned to protect Dou Ruchang, look terribly dark.

The matter of sworn brotherhood was serious enough, and now there was an additional crime of leaking the sect's methods. They could not think of any reason to convince themselves to let Dou Ruchang go, and they even wanted to kill him more than outsiders.

"Junior brother, is this true?"

The second in command of Secret Painting was so angry that his hands and feet were shaking. He almost couldn't recover and felt like the sky was falling.

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Dou Ruchang remained silent as the endless stream of humiliations continued to his ears, like rolling waves, completely crushing his self-esteem which had long been on the verge of collapse.

"Tell me! Junior Brother, how long are you going to keep this secret from us?"

The head of the Secret Painting Sect was distressed. The noise from the crowd and Dou Ruchang's reaction had already made him roughly guess what was going on, but he still wanted to verify it in person.

"I didn't teach them how to make blood ink."

Under heavy pressure, Dou Ruchang had to reveal the truth:

"But they were able to use the proclamation, and that's my fault."

Upon hearing this, the mood of the head and second in command of the Secret Painting Sect dropped to the bottom. They felt like they had lost their souls and could not believe this fact. The other disciples cursed loudly and wanted to rush up and execute him on the spot.

"That is to say, with this Xiqing connection, they can keep in touch with each other before the blood ink runs out. It is even possible that they can hide themselves so that no one can find them. Dou Ruchang is really capable."

The head of the Wang family is ruthless. In his early years, many of his uncles died at the hands of the evil man Quan Xing. Now he only wants to kill Dou Ruchang, so that he can vent his resentment and severely damage Mi Hua, killing two birds with one stone.

After the truth came to light, he looked towards the head of the Secret Painting Sect with an arrogant smile on his face.

"Master Zhao, this is your secret painting disaster. We are not in a position to interfere. I hope you can be impartial and follow the rules of your sect."

"it is good."

The head of the secret painting sect shouted hoarsely: "Come here, drag this traitor away and hang him!"

(End of this chapter)