Chapter 3075 - 88: Failure to Teach

Chapter 3075: Chapter 88: Failure to Teach

"Ow..."

"Ow ow..."

"Ow ow ow..."

The deafening cries echoed throughout the entire Greenhill Mansion, scaring the three Great Elves and Su Ya hiding in the bedroom, trembling with fear. Especially Su Ya, who, despite feeling scared, couldn’t help but feel a bit fortunate, grateful that she wasn’t the one attending the Seven Sins gathering this time.

Su Shijun hid at the corner of the staircase, peeking down, watching the little fox bound tightly, spinning around and whipped while hanging from the ceiling, her face full of concern.

"He’s really hitting her!"

The Upper House Member of the Moon Council mumbled, unconsciously covering their own butt.

Su Man stood helplessly by her side, no longer calm as usual, looking somewhat worried, suggesting quietly: "Why don’t you go down and take a look?"

Su Shijun hesitated for a few seconds, shook her head slightly.

"No, even he couldn’t help but hit her; I’m afraid if I go down and hear the cause, I might not resist giving her a beating too." She sighed with little confidence.

Su Man sighed as well, comforting: "Dean Zheng will have restraint."

Just as she said.

Even though Poseidon was crying loudly.

Zheng Qing was very restrained with his actions.

To avoid really hurting the little thing with excessive force, he even used Legendary Magic the entire time for precise control over the force he exerted, ensuring she felt enough pain without causing bodily harm. Of course, purely feeling pain seemed a bit wasteful, so Zheng Qing cheated a bit, each whip infused with nourishing Legendary Magic.

In other words, this beating was equivalent to a mandatory ’Body Refinement.’

The good thing was, with this method, Poseidon could be hung and whipped all night without issues.

The downside was, the more she was whipped, the louder she cried, not showing any signs of weakness.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

After whipping over a hundred times, Zheng Qing finally stopped, angrily looking at the teary little fox in front of him, his tone grim. After leaving the Seven Sins meeting room, he dragged the little fox back to Greenhill Mansion by her collar, without a word, and gave her a good beating.

"Ow... huh?"

Once the pain disappeared, Poseidon, coming to her senses, blinked, thinking hard for a moment, finally unsurely answered: "Is it because I gambled?"

Whoa!

Her voice is quite loud!

Hearing the word ’gambling,’ Su Shijun hiding at the corner, widened her eyes in shock, instinctively rolling up her sleeves, about to go downstairs, but the Head Maid held her back desperately: "Miss, Miss, if you go down, Dong Dong will really get seriously hurt!"

"She deserves it!" Miss Su, even when angry, looked as beautiful: "So young and already learned gambling, who taught her this? Where’s Su Ya? Where is she?!"

"Bang!"

Downstairs, hearing Poseidon’s response, Zheng Qing had a similar reaction, whipping again, making the little fox spin like a top: "You know gambling deserves a beating too? Speak, who taught you this?"

He looked up, seemingly through the thick door, pinning his gaze on someone.

In her bedroom, Su Ya quickly covered her butt, loudly denying: "I know nothing! It’s got nothing to do with me! I don’t gamble!"

The three Zheng Su sisters nodded in unison, then shook their heads, with a look of also not knowing.

"I-I learned it from you ow!"

Poseidon cried, squeakingly answering: "You-you went to school, at school, weren’t you gambling with that boy with Persian cat eyes? I learned it from you!"

With these words, the whip Zheng Qing held froze in mid-air.

Su Shijun at the staircase corner also hesitated for a moment.

No further reminders were needed, mentioning the three words ’Persian Cat,’ Zheng Qing instantly recalled—she meant that senior officer from the Blood Comrades, John Neville, whose eyes are blue and green, during the Freshman Hunter Tournament, Zheng Qian along with other companions from the Atonement Hunting Team participated in ’gambling,’ betting on the winning teams and hunters, discussing related matters often in front of Poseidon during that time.

Although Poseidon was just a little fluff ball then, nobody took her seriously, so there was no restraint when discussing.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The crisp sound of high heels came from the staircase corner, and in a blink, the mistress of Greenhill Mansion stormed into the living room, four fluffy large tail shadows gently swaying like aquatic plants behind her.

Zheng Qing somewhat guiltily put away the whip.

Upon seeing Su Shijun entering, Poseidon cried even more vigorously, bawling louder.

Su Man hurriedly approached, seemingly intending to put her down.

"Don’t bother, keep her hanging!"

Su Shijun swept a stern glance at the crying little fox, snapped sharply: "Cry? Cry more, and I’ll send you back to Qingqiu Mountain for the Elderly Ancestor to personally educate you!"

Having heard much bad talk about the mountain from Su Ya, the little fox promptly bit her lip, silenced, though the grievance on her face was still apparent.

Then, Su Shijun looked at Zheng Qing.

Expression serious.

"The ancients said, a child uneducated is the father’s fault. In this matter, you bear responsibility. And it’s the most important responsibility!"

"Well..." Zheng Qing hesitated, unsure how to take responsibility.

Several soft vines emerged from the void, binding his hands and feet, then pulling him up, hanging adjacent to Poseidon’s position.

The little fox’s mouth opened slightly in astonishment, eyes widened, even forgetting to continue crying. Su Man, very tactfully, turned and exited the living room.

Zheng Qing, with a sullen face, did not struggle.

In reality, when the first vine wrapped around his wrist, he reacted. Su Shijun didn’t use robust magic; if he wished, he could easily break those vines.

But then what?

The hardest thing in the world is to align action with knowledge.

And not to have double standards.

The reasoning for beating Poseidon, similarly could be applied to him; only then would such an education be meaningful.

"I’ll handle the rest."

A somewhat cold voice came from behind Su Shijun, Jiang Yu silently appeared at the living room entrance, beckoning the slender whip from Zheng Qing’s back, rolling up her sleeves, revealing two white arms, slowly walking beside the suspended young man. Tilting her head up, her gaze wandering around the warlock’s waist and back, seemingly considering the best spot to land the whip.

"Tsk."

Su Shijun, appearing somewhat displeased, took off her glasses and smiled slightly: "This issue shouldn’t be disputed, fifty strokes each... set a good example for Dong Dong!"

Jiang Yu nodded slightly, raising the whip in her hand.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Snap! Snap! Snap!