Liu Yue and Hu Xingyang’s faces turned pale when Lin Yun spoke, especially Hu Xingyang, who was trembling with fear. When the Second Hall Master, Leng Ya, heard Lin Yun’s words, his face turned cold and he looked at Hu Xingyang, “Is that true? Tell me honestly. Don’t try to lie.”

Hu Xingyang instantly felt a huge pressure on him. In the end, he could only be honest and replied, “H-H-Hall Master, please let me go this time…”

“You bastard!” Leng Ya roared. “A mere deacon like you dares to boss people around? You must be tired of living! You want to degrade someone to a herb slave? Great! I’ll satisfy you right now. Men, cripple his cultivation, he is to be punished as a herb slave for ten years. He’s not allowed to leave the Herbal Hall for the next ten years!”

Hu Xingyang’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he heard that, fear was enveloping him.

“Why are you guys still standing around?!” yelled Leng Ya.

“Understood!”

Upon receiving their orders, the Herbal Hall’s guards stepped forward and struck Hu Xingyang twice with their palms. The first palm attack destroyed his Dantian and the second palm attack destroyed his Martial Soul. After receiving the strikes, Hu Xingyang instantly seemed to have grown a lot older...