As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Tu Ang's behavior left no one in a position to handle it.

Not everyone knows the true identity of the brothel owner. After all, the Holy Ruins is too large and a lot of information is missing.

Except for a very few well-informed people who know that he is Chen Zhiming, a unique swordsman in the world, and that there are two big bosses behind him, Ye Qingtian and the Immortal Saint, no one else even knows his name.

People originally thought that the person who could make a saint like Tu Jia bow his head must also be a great saint, but they never expected that he was just a teenager, and his apparent cultivation level was only at the Void Transformation Realm.

But no one dared to respond with disdain to him. Even the grandmasters and masters all bowed slightly to show their respect.

After all, when you're in the underworld, the river and the lake are not important, what matters most is getting into the underworld.

A small cultivator in the Void Transformation Realm can make a saint bow his head.

The origin is probably shockingly big.

What's more, he is accompanied by the brother and sister of the Sword Saint Ye Qingtian, who are rumored to be dead.

These two are famous for their bad tempers and murderous tendencies.

It's just a formality, a small matter.

After all, we only live once.

Except when we are young and ignorant and can say and do whatever we want, who doesn't have to put on several masks when we grow up?

......

Chen Zhian didn't expect Tu Ang to do this.

After bowing to the strange monks, he walked towards the hill where the brothel was.

"I met the landlord."

Everyone in the brothel bowed to Chen Zhian with trembling voices.

Unlike other forces, their gift was sincere.

Even if they joined the brothel just to keep each other warm and did not have much loyalty, most of those who were able to stay in the brothel after two purges actually considered themselves as part of the brothel and had a sense of belonging.

When life and death were at stake, the host returned in a strong manner and even brought back a saint.

How could they not be excited?

Dongfang Yue, who had a gloomy face and looked like a natural villain, suddenly burst into tears.

He had previously been cut off from his vitals by a junior master of the Ji family's Tongxuan realm, but he still fought to the death and even pierced the head of the Ji family's cultivator with an embroidery needle.

He remained calm and was regarded as a brave warrior, and was respected by all the people in the brothel.

Chen Zhian glanced at the people in the brothel.

When they entered the Emperor's Tomb, it was packed with more than 500 Void Transformation Deacons, but now there are less than 200 left.

Many familiar faces disappeared, and the remaining ones were all injured and looked exhausted.

After a long silence, Chen Zhian asked Xu Luo, "Tell me what's going on."

Xu Luo raised his head and glanced at Lin Qinghe, who was standing in the sky with his hands behind his back and an indifferent expression.

There was a lot of sarcasm on his ordinary face, and he said sarcastically: "This widow's husband died, and she got rich by raising a coffin. Once she got all the power, she wanted to ride on the heads of the cultivators in our Great Wilderness World and shit on them.

She set up this ridiculous Great Wilderness Alliance, gathered all the trash from the imperial clan and the hidden sects except the Ye and Xia families, and now she has unified the Great Wilderness and become the mistress.

Look, she doesn't like the brothel and is planning to expose it to us.

If Senior Jiu Fengzi hadn't become a quasi-saint, and if Elder Zhao from the Taoist sect hadn't sacrificed his life for us, you, Boss, would have had no choice but to perform a ritual to collect our bodies!"

At this point, Xu Luo was a little depressed, and said slowly: "Before today, more than 300 stewards of the brothel had been killed by them, including Jiang Shangwu, Lu Ke, and Zhang Erkui...

Erkui was beaten to death by Lin Qingcheng. His skin and flesh were peeled off, and his soul was tortured by burning a lamp for three days and three nights before he died.

Even the little mute Liu Ruyan, if I hadn't sent her into the Taoist sect in advance.

I'm afraid he also met with a murderous attack."

"How dare you slander me like this, you ant!"

Lin Qingcheng, who was hiding behind Lin Jiuxiao, felt a chill in his heart when he saw Xu Luo was directing the blame onto himself, and he quickly jumped out to argue, "Zhang Erkui committed suicide, and I was only giving him a small punishment and a big warning.

It was his own fault, and it has nothing to do with me."

Chen Zhian looked up at Lin Qingcheng without saying a word.

Although Zhang Erkui is born strong and speaks in a voice as loud as a bell, anyone looking at his face would think that he is a gangster who doesn't care about life and death.

In fact, he is not brave at all, but rather timid and cowardly.

But he is a good man. When he encounters injustice, even if he is trembling with fear, he will still stand up again and again.

He can throw away his dignity for a stranger or even a complete stranger, and kneel down and beg for mercy while being humiliated.

He thought he had friends all over the world, but when he was in trouble, no one stood with him.

Every time he rescued someone, he would regret it for a long time afterwards.

Even swore never to do it again next time.

But every time the time comes, he will still stand up tremblingly.

Who dares to say that such a person is not a good person?

Who dares to say that he is not a hero?

But such a good man died quietly.

And he was tortured to death.

To be honest, Chen Zhian and Zhang Erkui didn't interact that much, only a few times.

It is possible that Zhang Erkui does not even dare to consider Chen Zhian as a friend.

But Chen Zhian was still very angry.

Because he himself is not a good person, and he doesn't want to be a good person.

But I don’t want good people to end up like this.

After watching in silence for a long time, Chen Zhian said expressionlessly, "Brother Tu, Zhang Erkui is my friend. Since Lin Qingcheng said that he would only give him a small punishment, please give him a small punishment as well.

Erkui was tortured for three days and three nights before he died. Lin Qingcheng had a high level of cultivation and an important status, so he should not be treated the same as Erkui. It would be better to change his punishment to three years.

He cannot die before three years are up."

"Haha, don't worry, it will be hard for him to die if I take action."

Tu Ang laughed grimly, and a spear condensed in his hand, slowly floating towards Lin Qingcheng.

Lin Qingcheng looked at the spear with fear on his face. He wanted to escape but was locked firmly. He could not move at all. He could only watch the spear getting closer and closer to him.

Boundless fear grew in his heart, and as the spear approached, it grew wildly. Finally, he wailed, and a stream of holy liquid flowed from his two streams. He screamed miserably, "Sister, save me."

Lin Qinghe did not make a move. The Dao flowed through her body, transforming into a goddess as pure as glass. Her eyes were azure as she looked at Tu Ang and said calmly, "The divine way is clear, the devil's way is vague, the great way is restored, and the sky is clear and the earth is bright."

Tu Ang was slightly startled, then shook his head and laughed, "What are you talking about? This Saint doesn't understand. With a quasi-saint like you, what qualifications do you have to talk about the restoration of the Great Dao?"

After saying this, Tu Ang tapped his fingers lightly.

The spear suddenly pierced into Lin Qingcheng's chest and nailed him to the ground.

Then he summoned a knife and prepared to skin it.

Lin Qingcheng was a quasi-saint, but in Tu Ang's hands he was like a pig to be slaughtered. He was nailed to the ground and couldn't even struggle. He could only cry out for his sister in a sad voice.

Lin Qinghe glanced at Lin Qingcheng coldly.

In her opinion, although this brother is a fellow brother of the same mother, they are not of the same species and are just lowly humans.

If Lin Qinghe didn't want to use him to control the Lin family, she would never have supported him to take the position.

of course.

She would never watch Lin Qingcheng die in front of her.

After all, this saint, who was suspected to be from the same clan, had already announced his decision with his actions when she was testing him.

This is undoubtedly a blasphemy against bloodline and a betrayal of gods and demons.

She devoted her entire life to the 'return' of the gods and demons, and even sacrificed herself.

How could we tolerate a traitor to desecrate this supreme glory?

Her eyes turned cold: "Tu Jia, are you really determined to become my enemy for these ants?"

"really interesting."

Tu Ang raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was annoyed by the noise, and cut off Lin Qingcheng's head with a knife.

Then he smiled and said, "Or am I playing house with you?"