The Demon Ancestor really wanted to cry.
He could no longer survive in the Star Spirit Realm, and now he was being researched as an experimental subject.
Endure!
Survive!
The Demon Ancestor comforted himself again and again in his heart.
Having endured vicissitudes and torment, he’d developed a strong mental state. Even though his current situation was dangerous, he’d wipe away tears and face it.
This was a pitiful yet inspirational villain who had once been glorious, once fallen to rock bottom, tasted all of life’s hardships yet still lived on strong.
“Let’s begin.”
Jun Changxiao said seriously.
The surgical doctors led by Elder Taixuan exchanged glances, then all took out dissection tools.
“Swish!”
The anesthetic powder provided by Miao Saifeng was poured into the Demon Ancestor’s mouth.
This was actually a poison, but its effect was merely to paralyze body and soul, ensuring the patient felt no pain during surgery.
After a moment—
The drug took effect, and the Demon Ancestor fell into a confused sleep.
However.
It was only a light sleep state.
He could clearly sense the sharp scalpel wandering on his skin, bringing waves of itching.
“Slice!”
“Slice!”
Lead surgeon Elder Taixuan’s blade moved like a dragon, quickly dissecting the Demon Ancestor’s corpse.
Everyone craned their necks to observe carefully. From the structure and form, the servant corpse was no different from normal humans—it had meridians, blood vessels, five viscera and six bowels, and various bones.
“Open the skull.”
Jun Changxiao ordered.
For a soul merged with a corpse, the most important part was the head. Perhaps there were secrets hidden inside.
“Swish!”
Elder Taixuan replaced it with a brand new scalpel and began performing cranial surgery on the Demon Ancestor. This tested technique considerably—any mistake could mean death at worst, or a vegetative state at best.
…
Star Spirit Realm, Enforcement Hall.
A group of high-ranking officials sat in the conference room, a light screen on the left displaying 9527’s portrait.
“Twelve first-class nobles killed—must be severely punished.” an elder said angrily.
Everyone expressed agreement.
“Servant corpse number 9527 obliterated twelve nobles with extremely cruel methods and extremely vile nature. The Enforcement Hall has deliberated and sentenced him to Soul Punishment, to be executed immediately!”
The Enforcement Hall Master sat in the head seat, speaking into a telephone snail-like device. His voice transmitted through internal arrays and resonated throughout the Star Spirit Realm’s major cities, clearly audible to all warriors.
“Killed twelve nobles?”
“Is servant corpse 9527 trying to rebel!”
“This kind of thing hasn’t happened in a long time. For our safety, we must punish that guy!”
The Star Spirit Realm’s native residents were filled with righteous indignation.
Servant corpses as a plane’s special feature had long been integrated into daily life. They were accustomed to dominating them, naturally extremely resistant and disgusted by disobedience.
Conversely.
Other servant corpses who were like slaves heard this, their gazes showing sorrow and fear.
They didn’t sympathize with 9527, only with themselves, because who knew if they’d be punished by the Enforcement Hall in the future over small conflicts.
Especially Soul Punishment.
This was an extremely cruel torture.
The reason servant corpses had consciousness was entirely because souls resided within them.
The Star Spirit Realm’s highest punishment for servant corpses was to target the soul, making them endure tremendous torment while slowly having their souls scattered.
When Jun Changxiao obliterated the nobles, the Demon Ancestor guessed that once identified as the murderer, he’d certainly endure Soul Punishment.
“Execute.”
The Enforcement Hall Master said.
No emotion, no mercy.
In the eyes of Star Spirit Realm warriors, servant corpses were just tools.
After meeting certain conditions, though they could gain freedom, they’d still be bound by many rules and restrictions.
“Yes!”
A robed elder executor walked out of the hall and stopped on the ground inscribed with various patterns. Then he took out a special compass, condensed with many light points.
Each light point represented a soul.
Among them was the Demon Ancestor’s, also numbered 9527.
Actually, this was very similar to soul origin. As long as controlled by others, it meant one’s life and death were in their hands.
“Whoosh!”
The executor first summoned out the 9527 soul, then gently placed it in a small depression on the ground.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Pattern lines activated, flames emerged.
The 9527 soul struggled frantically in the hole, as if experiencing the cruelest fire torture.
“Sizzle sizzle!”
Soon, the fire pit became an oil cauldron, the soul suffering torment inside.
Next came whipping, dismemberment and other punishments.
The 9527 soul was like a helpless child, enduring torments worse than death inside, until slowly… dissipating.
The execution scene was broadcast live.
Star Spirit Realm warriors saw the lowly servant corpse’s soul finally turn to nothingness, their faces showing satisfied smiles.
Defying superiors.
Capital punishment could be considered satisfying.
Those servant corpses without status or dignity were terrified, trembling with fear.
Actually, the reason the Enforcement Hall publicly executed was to make other servant corpses understand—if you don’t follow orders, if you don’t behave, this is your fate.
The effect was outstanding.
Servant corpses who originally harbored resentment, after witnessing the execution process, worked even harder serving the Star Spirit Realm warriors.
Death.
Wasn’t scary.
What was scary was enduring torture and having one’s soul scattered.
…
Several hours later.
The anesthetic powder’s effects gradually wore off.
The Demon Ancestor groggily woke to see not blinding lights anymore, but an exquisitely carved ceiling.
His thinking was somewhat chaotic, and his mouth was dry.
“Water…”
His voice was weak.
As soon as the Demon Ancestor called out, cool spring water flowed along his lips into his mouth, making him frantically swallow like encountering an oasis in a harsh desert.
Water entered his belly.
His thinking gradually cleared.
“Old brother.” Jun Changxiao’s voice came: “How do you feel?”
Only then did the Demon Ancestor realize that guy was standing beside him holding a bowl. Anger rose from his heart and he was about to curse loudly, but suddenly felt his brain seemingly explode.
“You just had cranial surgery.”
Jun Changxiao said: “Don’t move recklessly, don’t think recklessly.”
“…”
The Demon Ancestor forcibly suppressed his anger and said weakly: “What… did you do to me…”
“Saved you.”
“Saved me?”
The Demon Ancestor smiled with difficulty.
Jun Changxiao sat down, took out something the size of a fingernail: “This is what we found in your head. After this seat’s preliminary determination, it should be an explosive device connected to the soul.”
…
“Sect Master, there’s something in this guy’s brain!”
“What thing?”
“Beating, like a heart.”
Jun Changxiao walked over wearing a mask and carefully observed, then guessed: “Could it be a bomb?”
“Beep!”
“Beep!”
Suddenly, the device started beeping.
Jun Changxiao, who was just guessing, immediately determined this was definitely some kind of explosive device. The sudden beeping meant it was about to detonate!
“Swish!”
He grabbed the scissors beside him at maximum speed and cut toward the wire-like small device.
“Snip!”
Wire cut, sound stopped.
“Whew!”
Jun Changxiao breathed a sigh of relief, raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Actually, that device had many different colored wires. Because time was tight, Dog Leftover decisively chose to cut the red wire.
Why choose red?
Because Jun Changxiao subconsciously thought of the color of roses.
Perhaps his wife added a lucky buff for him—he actually guessed right, successfully saving the Demon Ancestor who was about to endure Soul Punishment and have his soul explode.
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