Since his birth, Ba Tulu has always been showered with love, living a life of luxury for over a dozen years, never imagining that one day he would suffer such torment.

After being controlled by the evil sorcery of the Empress Dowager of Jin, at first, he didn’t feel much pain, but after standing in the same position for a few times of Shi Chen, his legs gradually couldn’t hold out anymore. He wanted to move but couldn’t, couldn’t even collapse to the ground; those legs seemed to have taken root, firmly nailing him and his subordinates to the ground, not allowing them to waver even slightly.

At Noon, the blazing Sun shone down on their bodies, making them sweat all over. The sweat on their faces dripped down like rainwater, rolling into their eyes and mouths, making it hard to open their eyes, and the salty taste in their mouths was intensely uncomfortable.

In the afternoon, eventually, someone couldn’t stand it anymore and wailed: "Ah, my legs!"

With the first cry, quickly followed the second, the third...

This group of robust men gritted their teeth and moaned, completely losing their once mighty and majestic presence.

By Night, the heavens weren’t being kind as a torrential downpour began, pouring down the entire night, drenching them to the core of their beings. Exhausted, hungry, pained, and weary, the men didn’t even have the strength to moan. Each one stood in the rain as dispirited as defeated roosters, exhibiting a look of being utterly disenchanted with life.

The next day, the rain finally stopped, coincidentally as the Retired Emperor of the Qing Luo Kingdom arrived with his entourage.

The Retired Emperor originally intended to go to Jin with his eldest grandson, but upon receiving a secret report about Ba Tulu’s Liaodan plot, he immediately changed his idea, specifically staying behind to deal with this boy and to help his grandson eliminate future troubles.

Elder Wanyan arrived and saw Ba Tulu immobilized by magic; although he didn’t understand what had happened, he was quite pleased with achieving a victory over the enemy without moving any troops.

Immediately, he ordered his subordinates to strip the group of Liaodan savages of their clothes, leaving them naked under the Sun. Stroking his beard, the old master cheerfully said, "I, as a kind elder, couldn’t bear to kill; even though you deserve death, I won’t kill you. However, since you’ve erred, if I, the elder, don’t give you some lesson, I fear you would become even more lawless in the future."

Thus, the kind and benevolent elder ordered honey to be smeared on the birds of these hundreds of warriors. Whether this would attract insects or ants to bite them remains unknown!

Ba Tulu’s eyes were about to crack with anger, and he spewed curses in shame and fury, desperately wishing he could kill that old immortal. However, all his emotions could only be expressed on his face. Even when honey was smeared on his bird, he had no room for resistance, like fish meat on a chopping block, with the entire bird smeared densely, hanging low, dripping with yellow honey.

After the old man finished his prank, he cheerfully returned to the Qing Luo Kingdom. As People say, the old master becomes more childlike with age, even the pranks are so speechless!

But it was miserable for those poor Liaodan warriors, for all their strength and skill were of no avail against even the smallest ants and insects. Not long after Elder Wanyan left, insects and ants, drawn by the smell of honey, crawled from all directions, climbing up the Liaodan people’s legs to some place, harvesting that thick honey.