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"Your Majesty!"

Chen Xuan's voice was as piercing as ice.

Xu Wan, who was lying on the ground with a look of embarrassment, trembled violently after hearing the voice. Then she quickly got up, knelt on the ground, and stared at Chen Xuan with her eyes.

That look was like a sharp sword, making Xu Wan's heart tighten and she was instantly scared out of her wits.

Chen Xuan looked at Xu Wan in front of him, his eyes as cold as frost. He slowly said, "Even if you kowtow a hundred times today, your adoptive father will punish you severely."

There was an unquestionable determination in his words.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wan looked up at Chen Xuan, her mouth wide open, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

She pleaded in a low voice: "Foster father, how do you want to punish me?"

Suddenly, a whip appeared in Chen Xuan's hand, which made people feel scared.

Xu Wan was frightened again. She clenched her fists and begged, "Foster father, please don't hit me. I won't dare to do it again.

I will behave myself, please."

After saying this, she kowtowed again and did not look up for a long time, as if she was waiting for the verdict of fate.

However, Chen Xuan did not show any mercy. He slowly moved behind Xu Wan, raised the whip, and hit her on the waist and back without hesitation.

With a "snap" sound, Xu Wan's body trembled violently, and then another whip hit her back.

She gritted her teeth, enduring the severe pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

Whip after whip, the whip hit Xu Wan's body mercilessly, blood gradually seeped out, staining her purple disciple uniform into tatters.

Chen Xuan watched all this with an expressionless face. After beating him with twenty lashes, he said coldly, "I hope these twenty lashes will teach you a lesson."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and left, leaving Xu Wan alone there.

Xu Wan endured the severe pain, kowtowed again, and shouted loudly: "Thank you, godfather!"

Then she stood up and quickly caught up with Chen Xuan, with fear and a hint of determination in her eyes.

Xu Wan followed Chen Xuan silently, and every step was accompanied by waves of pain in her waist and back.

She couldn't help but hum twice to ease the unspeakable pain.

However, Chen Xuan in front of her seemed unaware of her discomfort. He kept walking with big strides and never looked back at her.

Along the way, many Lingshan disciples bowed and greeted the sect leader Chen Xuan, their faces filled with admiration and obedience.

But when their eyes fell on Xu Wan, they couldn't help but reveal different expressions.

Some disciples came forward and asked with concern: "What happened to the goddess?

He seemed a little unwell.”

His words were full of concern and worry.

Some of the disciples saw the clues at a glance, and they speculated in their hearts,

The goddess must have been severely punished by the sect leader, which is why she followed Chen Xuan in such a miserable state.

Although these disciples did not ask questions out loud, their eyes revealed a hint of sympathy and regret.

Other disciples whispered, "It seems being the sect leader's adopted daughter isn't easy."

There was a hint of emotion and helplessness in their tone.

Finally, under the guidance of Chen Xuan, Xu Wan followed his footsteps with difficulty and arrived at the inner hall.

Chen Xuan stopped, turned around, and looked at Xu Wan coldly, his eyes seeming to contain endless deep meaning.

Xu Wan lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze.

She knew that her mistake this time had angered her adoptive father, and the days ahead would probably be even more difficult.

"Keep your head up!"

Chen Xuan's majestic and deep voice suddenly sounded in the inner hall, carrying unquestionable power.

Xu Wan raised her head tremblingly, and her eyes happened to meet Chen Xuan's sharp eyes like an eagle. In an instant, she felt as if she fell into an ice cellar and trembled.

Chen Xuan spoke slowly, his voice low: "Xiao Wan, are you afraid of your adoptive father?"

Xu Wan nodded timidly, not daring to speak.

"As a disciple of Lingshan, you should be well aware of the fundamental principle of respecting your teacher.

However, you have been disrespectful to the Emperor many times and harbored improper thoughts. According to the sect rules, such behavior should result in you being expelled from the sect and never being employed again.

But considering your extraordinary talent, your father will be a little lenient with you.

However, as my adopted daughter, you must behave respectfully and be polite, and must not behave unruly any longer."

Chen Xuan said with a serious face.

Xu Wan bowed deeply, her posture humble and submissive, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "Xiao Wan admits her guilt."

Her tone was full of awe for Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan's eyes were like torches. He glanced at the dim hall and said in a steady and powerful voice, "Light the candles in the hall."

His instructions were concise and clear, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wan immediately walked aside.

She carefully lit the rows of candles with a tinder, and the flickering candlelight illuminated the hall.

Afterwards, Chen Xuan moved to the desk and slowly sat down.

Many bamboo slips and books were neatly stacked on the desk.

Whether thick or thin, new or old, they all exude a faint scent of ink.

Chen Xuan's gaze lingered on these bamboo slips and books for a moment, as if he was looking for something.

After Xu Wan lit the candles, she also moved to Chen Xuan's side.

She stood quietly with her head lowered, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

At this time, Chen Xuan's voice sounded again: "Fengcha!"

Xu Wan reacted immediately. She quickly walked to the tea table beside her, holding the teapot, and skillfully poured a cup of tea.

Then, she walked to Chen Xuan, holding the teacup, and respectfully offered it with both hands, bowing again: "Godfather, please have some tea."

Chen Xuan took the teacup, took a few sips, and then handed the cup to Xu Wan.

His eyes were deep and calm, as if he could see into people's hearts: "Put it down, go kneel aside."

Xu Wan felt a tightness in her heart when she heard this.

But she didn't dare to disobey, so she could only silently put down the teacup, walked to a corner of the hall, and knelt down.

After saying that, Chen Xuan picked up the bamboo slips on the table again.

He flipped through the pages carefully, sometimes frowning, sometimes looking lost in thought.

The hall returned to peace again, with only the flickering sounds of candlelight and bamboo slips flipping echoing.

Xu Wan didn't know how long she had been kneeling, and her knees were aching.

Suddenly, Chen Xuan's voice rang in her ears: "Get up, go back to your bedroom and rest.

A servant will bring you a brand new set of disciple uniforms."

"Thank you for your gift, foster father!"

Xu Wan kowtowed heavily, then stood up with difficulty, turned around and left with heavy steps.

Chen Xuan turned his head and his eyes fell on her tattered dress.

The obvious bloodstains on the waist and back were left by the severe punishment with the whip.

He whispered to himself, "Xiao Wan, don't blame your adoptive father for being cruel. You must learn to grow up."

Xu Wan endured the pain all over her body, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

She walked through the seemingly endless long corridor with difficulty, each step carrying endless fatigue and persistence.

Finally, she arrived in front of her bedroom and pushed open the door with her hands trembling slightly.

The bedroom was dimly lit and silent.

Xu Wan held onto the wall and staggered towards the table, ready to light the rows of candles to add a touch of warmth to the silent night.

However, physical fatigue came over her like a tide, and she had to give up the idea and walked towards the dressing table.

She sat down gently and opened the exquisite brocade box containing the peach wood comb.

In an instant, a dazzling night pearl illuminated the entire inner hall, emitting a soft and mysterious light.

Xu Wan stared at her haggard face in the mirror, with a hint of helplessness and expectation in her eyes.

He murmured to himself, "Master, will you come tonight?"

After a short rest, she struggled to get up, walked to a door in the bedroom, and gently pushed it open.

The moonlight fell on the edge of the pool like water, reflecting a lonely figure.

Xu Wan looked at the bathing pool where many spiritual herbs and flower petals were floating, feeling hesitant.

Finally, she made up her mind, took off her tattered clothes, and jumped into the icy pool without hesitation.

The pool water instantly surrounded her. The wounds on her waist and back left by the twenty lashes were extremely painful under the immersion of the pool water, and the pool water gradually turned light red.

Xu Wan closed her eyes and sat quietly in the bathtub.

Greedily absorbing the spiritual energy and essence of heaven and earth contained in the spiritual herbs in the bath.

In the blink of an eye, the twenty shocking whip marks on her body disappeared.

Miraculously, it healed instantly, as if she had never been injured.

The pool water, which was originally stained red with blood, gradually returned to its clear state.

She slowly sank into the pool and inadvertently found an exquisite jade bottle.

She held the jade bottle tightly in her hand, swam her body, and leaned her head lightly on the stone wall beside the pool.

She was very familiar with this jade bottle; it was Yun Che's.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the night sky, only to see the bright moon and sparse stars, and a peaceful scene.

She murmured to herself, "Master, between the color of the moon and the color of snow, you are the third kind of beauty."