2905 Different Lives

Sigh, he had never wished for this turn of events.

His initial desire had been to assert his authority as a Discipline Hall Pundit and thoroughly reprimand Ming Asi and His Highness Mo Lian beforehand.

Yet, the formidable presence exuded by Mo Lian and Ming Asi was undeniably spine-chilling.

It wasn’t so much that their identities had frightened him away; it was more accurate to say that their sheer aura had compelled him.

Nonetheless, in the presence of all the students, he had managed to uphold the Discipline Hall’s dignity. Now that they had reached their destination, he could mete out a more casual punishment.

As Pundit Liu made his hasty exit, Qi Xuanxuan, perched precariously on the wooden stake, couldn’t help but loosen her demeanor. Her petite face crumpled as she called out, “Oh, my Qiaoqiao! We’re in the same predicament. Come up quickly and stand on the wooden stake beside me. We can chat when we’re closer.”

Achir, already exhausted, couldn’t restrain himself and muttered indignantly, “Insane.”

Wasn’t this pure madness!

Pundit Liu had sentenced them to four hours of this torment!

As they avoided stepping on the razor-sharp knives, everyone had no choice but to maximize their use of spiritual energy to levitate above the stakes. They activated their spiritual energy barriers to prevent themselves from falling and being pierced by the knives.

However, over an hour had passed, and yet Qi Xuanxuan seemed entirely at ease, chatting and laughing as if fatigue were a foreign concept.

What was even more bewildering was her apparent lack of concern for falling with all her might into the sea of knives, potentially injuring her feet.

Those around Qi Xuanxuan appeared equally relaxed. There wasn’t a single bead of sweat on their brows. They seemed far too comfortable for individuals who had endured this punishment for over an hour.

Seeing how utterly drained she appeared, Achir felt an urge to break free and let out a howl of frustration.

“Qiaoqiao, come here quickly,” Qi Xuanxuan beckoned to Qiao Mu with a smile, her petite hand waving eagerly.

Achir hastened to join her; standing alone on the wooden stake was almost unbearably tedious.

Qiao Mu glanced at her dispassionately. “Thank you, but I don’t require any punishment.”

Her words carried a sting, causing all her teammates on the wooden stakes to simultaneously shift their attention toward her.

Crown Prince Mo couldn’t help but feel exasperated.

He gracefully ascended to the top of the wooden stake, where he hung effortlessly. Lowering his head, he winked at Qiao Mu. “Aren’t you curious about the view from up here?”

Qiao Mu shook her head and procured a stool from the Discipline Hall courtyard.

Pundit Liu’s intent had been for them to stand for two hours and then return to their respective residences.

However, it seemed Achir was unaware that Qi Xuanxuan and the others possessed flying talismans that allowed them to hang on the wooden stakes without depleting their spiritual energy, regardless of how long they endured.

In other words, he had been rather cunning.

An hour later, Qi Xuanxuan and her companions discreetly stowed their flying talismans and willingly expended their spiritual energy for a brief period while perched atop the wooden stakes.

While it was permissible to slack off and steal some rest, diligent cultivation remained imperative.

Two hours later, Pundit Liu from the Discipline Hall arrived to inspect everyone’s progress.

Upon observing the group’s unwavering determination and their sweat-soaked forms, he nodded in silent approval. His gaze traversed the courtyard before settling on the stoic figure.

“What are you doing here?”

“My husband is being disciplined, so naturally, I must keep him company,” Qiao Mu replied casually, her gaze steady.

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