So what if I'm useless? I'll become a saint!

Ling Changfeng stood in the middle of the family hall, his eyes as sharp as torches, coldly scanning everyone present.

Finally, his eyes fixed on Madam Lan, who was kneeling on the ground, and his voice was as cold as ice.

"Xue Lan, you poisoned the mistress, hired someone to kill someone, and committed all kinds of evil deeds. You violated the family rules and deserve death. According to the family rules, you will be whipped to death."

Upon hearing this, Madam Lan's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and the last glimmer of light in her eyes seemed to be blown out by the cold wind, leaving only endless despair and resentment.

She raised her head and stared at Ling Changfeng fiercely, her voice shrill and full of accusations.

"Ling Changfeng, you are so cruel! You are really the most hypocritical man in the world!"

Ling Changfeng frowned, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Shut up! What qualifications do you have to talk nonsense here?"

Mrs. Lan seemed not to hear his scolding and continued to shout hysterically.

"It was obviously you who was overwhelmed by Lin Zhiyao's brilliance. You loved her and hated her at the same time. In the end, you took me in as a concubine. After taking me in, you took in other concubines one after another. Her heart died because of you! Her physical death was caused by me! Ling Changfeng, who of us is more noble than the other?"

When Ling Changfeng heard this, his face turned pale, he slapped him hard and shouted angrily.

"Bitch! Shut up! You're still here making excuses after all this!"

Mrs. Lan was hit and staggered, falling to the ground, with a trace of blood foam coming out of the corner of her mouth.

However, she did not show any fear or retreat, but instead laughed miserably.

"I'm making up excuses? Ling Changfeng, isn't your angry expression right now the best proof? You are a hypocritical man who will always use violence to cover up your incompetence and hypocrisy!"

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly, and everyone stared at this scene with bated breath.

A complex look flashed across Ling Changfeng's face, showing both anger and helplessness.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, then looked at Mrs. Lan coldly.

Madam Lan slumped on the ground, staring at Ling Changfeng's departing back with empty eyes, a sad smile on her lips.

She knew that her fate was sealed, but she had no regrets.

Lin Zhiyao died eighteen years ago!

And she has lived to this day, having enjoyed eighteen years of glory!

She still won!

Ling Changfeng walked to the side and picked up the Fire God Whip that symbolized the family's punishment. The whip was flashing with red light, and seemed to contain endless rage.

He spoke coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

"I will personally carry out Madam Lan's flogging punishment!"

Then, he mobilized his spiritual power and flicked his fingers. Spiritual chains surged out from all directions, trapping Madam Lan firmly on the execution platform that was originally used to tie up Ling Jiuan.

Her body was covered with deep bloody marks from the chains, but she showed no fear and just stared at Ling Changfeng coldly.

Ling Changfeng said nothing more. He raised the Fire God Whip high up, then swung it violently. The whip whizzed past like a fire dragon and hit Madam Lan heavily.

She trembled with pain, spat out a mouthful of blood, and her face turned pale as paper in an instant.

However, even in such pain, Madam Lan still gritted her teeth and spoke those heart-piercing words.

"Ling Changfeng, do you think you can cover up your crimes by doing this? Do you think you can prove your justice by executing the punishment yourself? You are wrong! You will always be that hypocritical man, and you will always be a poor creature lingering under the shadow of Lin Zhiyao!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Changfeng's face turned even more gloomy. He raised the Fire God Whip in his hand again and whipped Madam Lan harder and harder with each whip.

However, Madam Lan seemed to feel no pain and just continued with her heart-piercing remarks. Every word she said was like a sharp blade, piercing Ling Changfeng's heart.

Mrs. Lan felt a sense of pleasure in her heart as she looked at Ling Changfeng who was going crazy with anger and frustration.

A sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she laughed wildly.

"Ling Changfeng, you are so ridiculous! Do you think you can make me surrender by whipping me? Do you think you can cover up everything with violence? You are wrong. You will always be a loser, and you will always be a waste that will be overshadowed by Lin Zhiyao's brilliance!"

Ling Changfeng was furious when he heard this. The Fire God Whip in his hand fell like a storm, and each whip contained his endless anger and humiliation.

However, Madam Lan seemed to feel no pain and continued with her laughter and taunting.

Time passed minute by minute, and Changfeng's whipping lasted for a whole hour.

Finally, Madam Lan slowly closed her eyes in endless pain and ridicule. Her body gradually became cold and she completely lost her life.

Ling Changfeng looked at Madam Lan's lifeless body, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

He slowly put down the Vulcan Whip in his hand and looked at Madam Lan's body coldly.

Ling Jiuze and Ling Jiuxi watched helplessly as their mother, Madam Lan, was beaten to death by their father, Ling Changfeng, their eyes filled with disbelief and grief.

They called out with trembling voices.

"Father!"

However, Ling Changfeng just looked at them coldly, his voice as cold as ice.

"The crimes of both of you have not been dealt with yet, don't worry!"

After saying that, he sat back in the seat of the patriarch, scanning the people in the hall, finally fixing his gaze on Ling Jiuze.

He spoke coldly.

"Ling Jiuze, you practice evil ways, hire murderers, and collude with demonic cultivators. This is against the will of heaven. I have decided to remove your name from the family tree and flog you to death. Punishment Hall, execute immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Jiuze's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He knew that the crime he had committed was serious, but he did not expect that his father would be so decisive in dealing with him.

He tried to defend himself, but the words turned into endless bitterness and despair when they came to his lips.

Their father is so cruel!

Ling Jiuxi was crying inconsolably, she couldn't believe her ears.

She looked at her father's cold and ruthless face, and a deep hatred and despair surged in her heart.

She knew that no matter how much she begged, she could not change her father's cruel treatment of her brother and mother.

Even she herself could not escape this disaster.

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Punishment Hall immediately stepped forward, lifted up Ling Jiuze, and prepared to carry out the flogging punishment.

Ling Changfeng just watched the scene coldly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Ling Jiuze was held up by the disciples of the Punishment Hall, his body shaking uncontrollably.

He watched his father Ling Changfeng sitting on the throne of the patriarch with cold and ruthless eyes, and an unprecedented fear and despair surged in his heart.

He tried to beg for mercy, hoping that his father would show mercy, but Ling Changfeng just looked at him coldly, then used his spiritual power to block his mouth.