Chunibyo in Cultivation World

A cultivator of the Union Realm had fallen so easily into the Saint Soul Banner.

Upon entering the Saint Soul Banner, Su Qianhe still harbored some expectation. In his eyes, he was still an Elder of the Sacred Land of Lingxu—no matter what, his treatment shouldn’t be that bad.

After all, in the past, when they punished those so-called righteous cultivators who had committed evil deeds, they were also imprisoned. Though they couldn’t cultivate, their basic living conditions were far from poor.

They were still provided good food and drinks.

Moreover, Li Tianwei had told him to accumulate Merit, cleanse his sins, and that one day, it wouldn’t be impossible for him to regain his human body.

Therefore, when Su Qianhe was slain, he hadn’t been worried. In fact, upon entering the Saint Soul Banner, he even felt a faint trace of excitement.

However, very soon, his fantasy was shattered.

The moment he entered the banner—

Blood-curdling screams echoed beside Su Qianhe’s ears. As soon as he looked around, he saw rows of cultivators tightly bound by chains forged from Resentment Energy and Evil Qi. On the other side, a few seemingly frail souls held iron pliers in their hands, prying open the mouths of those evil souls and pulling out their tongues—yanking, tearing.

Because their tongues were stretched and torn, the pain was unimaginable. Yet they could only scream in place, faces twisted in agony and despair.

Next, Su Qianhe caught sight of others—evil souls having their fingers cut off, or being hung upon iron trees and flayed alive; behind them were more, set above boiling steam, their flesh roasting.

Amidst these scenes, Su Qianhe began to feel a very bad premonition.

When he tried to ask the Ancestor of Heavenly Blood and the others what was happening, he realized they had long vanished.

Soon after, a few frail ghostly souls drifted before him, sizing him up as though making a judgment.

”A newcomer has arrived. Start with tongue-pulling!”

Upon seeing these weak spirits, Su Qianhe instinctively felt disgust, even wanting to wave his hand to annihilate them. Yet, when he tried to act, he discovered that the Divine Soul Power of his Union Realm cultivation had completely dissipated.

”I am an Ancestor of the Sacred Land of Lingxu! Head Li sent me here to cleanse my sins—he will later help me rebuild my body!”

Realizing this was Li Tianwei’s doing, Su Qianhe immediately tried to use his status to intimidate them.

He believed his authority would terrify the little ghosts—but instead, they began laughing.

”Hahaha! Ancestor of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, is it? There are plenty of those here! Even Ancestors from the Sacred Land of Baiyuan, and one who seems to be from the Blood Fiend Sect...”

”Besides, he said that for you to cleanse your sins, this is the method!”

Before Su Qianhe could react, the very little ghosts he wouldn’t have spared a glance at before pointed toward the region where the others were being tortured.

Hearing this, Su Qianhe’s face turned ashen. He tried to form hand seals to escape, but to no avail.

The little ghosts already moved in to seize him. At that moment, Su Qianhe realized that all his power had utterly vanished.

”No, no! I refuse! Do you little ghosts know who I am? How dare you—”

He struggled frantically, but it was useless. When they pushed him onto the tongue-pulling platform and the ghosts pried open his mouth with the iron pliers, he finally understood—it was over.

”Ah! No, no—wuuu, wuuu—”

Despair. Fear. Agony. Every emotion surged within him.

The torture began. And at that instant, Su Qianhe finally understood what Li Tianwei meant by “cleansing one’s sins.”

”Do you know who my Ancestor is?! I am the Guardian of the Sacred Land of Lingxu—!”

As Su Qianhe wailed in torment, a familiar voice echoed beside his ear. Filled with hatred, he turned to see Su Changde.

It was him.

It was him!

Because of him, Li Tianwei had slain him, stripping him of his former status and casting him into this hellish place.

Unwillingness. Despair...

”You lied to me, Li Tianwei! And you, Su Changde—no, no—!”

Su Qianhe screamed, never once believing that he was wrong.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Evil Soul Banner, the returning Ancestor of Heavenly Blood, Yun Danzhi, and the others finally had a moment of rest—only to be immediately bound and dragged onto another torture platform.

Yet upon hearing Su Qianhe’s screams, they oddly felt a little better.

The sharp cries of agony within the Evil Soul Banner echoed endlessly, never ceasing.