Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Two hundred strokes of the whip was enough to render a green level expert unconscious.
Who was Mu Qingge? She was just an imbecile. She was not even a red level, the lowest level, not to mention green level. And she had the nerve to say that she would take two hundred lashes of the whip?
She must be crazy!
‘Is she trying to win the Old General’s sympathy and pardon by going to the extremes?’
In an instant, everyone began to speculate Mu Ge’s intentions.
The reactions of the people watching from the high stage were varied. There was confusion, coldness, cold smiles and disdain.
Even Mu Xiong’s expression was hard to read, as if he was thinking whether he should stop Mu Qingge’s madness.
Qin Jinhao’s eyes darkened, making it difficult to read what he was thinking. The Mu Qingge he knew would not have done this.
“Start!” Mu Ge looked at the punishment executor with disdain when the whip did not land.
The latter could not go against her sharp glance. He raised the whip high and flung it towards Mu Ge’s back with force.
“Pak!”
“Mm.”
The sound of the whip covered Mu Ge’s muffled cries.
After the whip landed, Mu Ge’s fresh clothes were torn and blood seeped out.
It was quiet all around.
All the gazes turned into astonishment.
Mu Xiong’s tightly knitted brows relaxed, as did his clenched fists. There was only veiled concern in his eyes, paying close attention to Mu Ge’s state.
He was afraid that she would not make it through the punishment.
Astonishment flashed across Qin Jinhao’s eyes as he knitted his brows together. He disliked Mu Qingge’s stubbornness. It reminded him of her hounding him, even if that was a result that he had deliberately created.
On the high stage, the punishment executor paused after that strike, as if confused by his actions.
“What are you waiting for? Continue!” The sudden break made Mu Ge frown.
Consistency was key to getting through these kinds of punishment. It would be hard to press on if there was a break in between. It was a test of willpower.
The punishment executor looked towards Mu Xiong, who was seated in the main seat. The latter nodded almost indiscernibly, and the punishment executor flung the whip again with gritted teeth.
“Pak!”
“Pak pak!”
“Pak!”
Each whip landed on the flesh without pretense.
It was not long before Mu Ge’s back was badly mangled. Red tricked down her shirt as bits of flesh landed by her feet but Mu Ge did not make a sound, nor did she beg for mercy.
Her figure stood tall, like a prized but untested sword pointed towards the sky.
There was only the sound of the whip in the entire military camp.
Mu Xiong clenched his fists together again as he stared at the slender figure on the high stage, digging his nails deep into his skin.
“Ninety… Ninety-eight… Hundred… Hundred and ten… Hundred and thirty…”
All the soldiers beneath the stage began counting the number of strokes quietly. The young man that they looked down on, the rich man’s son that caused the deaths of their five hundred brethren, the imbecile that could not cultivate. But now he was suffering what most could not take on that high stage, as if his legs had been melded there.
She said that the additional hundred strokes was to pay respects to the five hundred brave souls.
She was using her flesh and blood to send off the soldiers.
She was using her actions to admit her mistakes to the soldiers.
Qin Jinhao’s reaction was muted, but his astonishment was obvious. He felt that he had made a mistake somewhere. ‘At the end of the day, the Mu family bloodline is different. Even an imbecile could unite the soldiers!’ His hand that was hidden in his robe was clenched tightly, but no one noticed the cracking sound of his joints.