After taking care of the matters at hand, An Qingli announced to the outside world that he was going into seclusion, but in fact, he went to Siguo Cliff as Gong Li.
Siguo Cliff is not a single-sided cliff, but two opposite cliffs, collectively called Siguo Cliff.
The cliffs on both sides are as sharp as a knife, tens of thousands of feet high, and the middle is extremely narrow, allowing only one person to pass through.
Between the two cliffs, strong winds are blowing all year round, and the climate is extremely bad and abnormal. Even the Nascent Soul Transformation Monk cannot stay there for long if the wind is strong.
Before An Qingli reached the edge of the cliff, he heard the roar of the wind that was like the roar of an evil spirit, vaguely mixed with the weak and regretful begging for mercy from the disciples in the sect.
"What is your name, what mistake you made, how long you will stay, why are there no deacon disciples to escort you?"
The old cliff-guarding elder had a somewhat numb face and spoke coldly, not even wanting to raise his eyes to look at the punished man.
I have seen too many types of people being punished. People being punished make all kinds of big and small mistakes. It is not worth watching too much.
An Qingli handed over a white approval document with Qiu Xuanjing's clan leader's seal on it.
The elder guarding the cliff had a dull look on his face, and took the batch of papers from An Qingli's hand. He quickly glanced at the batch of papers, and his expression finally changed several times.
The approval document states that you can enter and exit Siguo Cliff at will, with no time limit, and the bright red seal of the clan leader is extremely eye-catching.
Elder Shouya finally raised his eyes, stared at An Qingli's face, which was not outstanding in the world of cultivation, and said hoarsely: "Did you make a mistake, or did you gain experience?"
An Qingli was wearing a green shirt and said with a smile: "I have made mistakes and experienced them all. Please ask the elder Shouya to choose a more suitable place for punishment for junior sister."
"Tsk, tsk, you are young and energetic, and your tone is not bad." The elder who guarded the cliff stretched out his hand like a dead branch, took out a jade slip from his arms, handed it to An Qingli and said, "This jade slip contains the gang inside the cliff.
Generally speaking, according to the wind distribution map, the higher you go up, the stronger the strong wind. Don't blame me for not reminding you that if you make mistakes in this cliff and cannot withstand the strong wind, you may die. Don't be too pretentious or self-righteous."
"Act according to your ability." An Qingli took the jade slip, used his spiritual consciousness to explore, and roughly understood the distribution of the strong wind between the two cliffs, then turned into a blue stream of light and went to the place where he was punished on the cliff.
The wind is very loud.
The space between the two cliffs, which I thought was empty, turned out to be filled with people from bottom to top.
Those who were punished had cultivation levels ranging from the Qi training stage to the Nascent Soul stage. Most of them looked numb, had iron shackles on their feet, and were sitting cross-legged in a prominent position among the cliffs.
Those who can sit cross-legged firmly are in a fair situation.
When going down from the top of An Qingli, we saw many people whose feet were tied by iron chains, like rags, swaying helplessly in the strong wind.
Some even lost their breath.
Xiao Jintan shouted a Buddha's name in a deep voice.
If there is a sunny place in the sect, there must be a place where the sun cannot reach it.
The little Lingxi was in the spirit beast bag, but he also felt that this place was extremely cold.
An Qingli's whole body was also a little cold. If she hadn't had the ability to make alchemy to protect herself, she would have ended up like this if she didn't report what she knew.
The mist spirit in the Tribulation Realm secretly followed An Qingli and suddenly said: "Little Grandmaster, don't be afraid. Hey, I know what happened to that Foundation Establishment disciple who just died. He is a registered disciple, but
He stole the skills from the nominal master and practiced them secretly, but his cultivation was ruined and he was sent here."
"Why are you here?" An Qingli frowned in displeasure and went up a little further. Feeling that his body was a little unstable, he chose a protruding spot on the rock wall and sat down cross-legged.
The wind in this place was extremely fierce, and the rejuvenation formula in his body began to operate on its own without waiting for An Qingli to take the initiative to activate his skills.
Wu Ling chuckled and said: "I don't know. This is my job. I have a salary to guard you. You are a treasure. How can the sect let you walk alone? Don't blame the sect for being troublesome. This is still your master."
Before ascending, let the sect set the rules."
"Master..." An Qingli restrained his defensive spirit shield, straightened his upper body, and struggled to cross his knees in the strong wind between the cliffs.
The strong wind is like a knife, cutting every inch of skin without stopping for a moment.
An Qingli's face was filled with pain, as if he had returned to the pain of tempering his body.
The "Rejuvenation Secret of All Things" in the body is running faster and faster.
Wu Ling happened to be still in An Qingli's ear, and continued excitedly: "Hey, go up, that half-dead mid-stage Nascent Soul, who got obsessed with practicing martial arts and accidentally beat his wife and children to death, so he invited himself here
If you think about crossing a cliff and being punished, it will be fifty years in a blink of an eye."
An Qingli was sitting cross-legged in the strong wind, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.
Wu Ling continued: "I advise you to tie the iron chain to your feet, lest your spiritual power will be exhausted later and a gust of wind will blow you away and hit someone else's punishment place. That will not be the case."
Okay. Let’s fasten the chains to avoid embarrassment, don’t you think?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wuling transformed into a hand and thoughtfully put the iron chain around An Qingli's ankle.
After putting on the iron chain, Wu Ling continued: "Little Grandmaster, I'm not bragging, I know most of the secret affairs in the sect. Look at that one again, it's the Nascent Soul on your right, fifty feet away.
, drank too much and got into trouble, and lost a batch of important cultivation materials for the sect..."
An Qingli's chapped lips were bleeding. He couldn't help but said upset, "Shut up and leave. Don't make any more noise."
Wu Ling was startled: "You yelled at me because you thought I was nagging? Even the best ones didn't yell at me like that."
An Qingli said with a pale face: "You are indeed nagging, even more nagging than that kid Ji Xiaopeng."
Little Huzi said from the spirit beast bag: "You are serious about nagging and just keep an eye on my master. Among your duties, is it possible that you force my master to chat with you? I didn't realize that my master is concentrating on training.
Why are you nagging now?"
Wuling looked deeply shocked, transformed into a translucent human form, and said aggrievedly: "You are so capable, but you treat me like this! Just wait and see!"
"Just wait and see!"
Little Huzi growled in displeasure, I really don’t know what happened to this Wuling. When did its owner become so familiar with Wuling?
This Wu Ling, who was driven by the wind, saw that his master had advanced to become an alchemy master, and rushed to curry favor with him.
Huh, I just want to get benefits from the master!
As soon as the mist spirit left, An Qingli's ears were finally quiet, leaving only the sound of the wind that sometimes sounded like a howling wolf and sometimes like a ghost crying.
The skin was cracked by the strong wind, but was quickly repaired by the rejuvenation formula.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew violently, and An Qingli's figure swayed and was blown several feet away by the strong wind.
An Qingli gritted his teeth and stabilized his body, then slowly moved back to the original cross-legged position.
The spiritual power in An Qingli's body is rapidly depleting, and the "Rejuvenation Technique of All Things" is also running crazily, constantly replenishing the spiritual power consumed in An Qingli's body.
When the wind is strong, An Qingli's complexion becomes pale. When the wind is gentle, An Qingli's complexion becomes rosy again.
The little ones couldn't help but sigh. Their faces alternated between red and white, a bit like they were sometimes in a sea of fire and sometimes in an ice cave. Their family was probably the alchemy master who had endured the most hardships for tens of thousands of years.