Chapter 14:THE ECHO OF THE BROKEN
The shadows in the Meizu prison were long and hungry. **Meizu Xuan** turned to **Meizu Sha**, his voice dripping with a casual, terrifying authority. "Go. Guard the trash. Ensure he doesn't die—not yet. I want him to feel every second of his new world."
"As you command, Young Master," Sha replied, bowing deep before vanishing into the dark.
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Night fell like a shroud over the Wang Clan estate. The festive lanterns remained unlit. **Mei Lin** and **Wang Shun** stood by the gate, eyes searching the horizon for a son who was already late for his own celebration.
"Shun, something is wrong," Mei Lin whispered, her hands trembling. "He would never miss his father's birthday. Not for any trial."
Wang Shun nodded, his face a mask of stone. "We go to the Sect. Now."
They raced to the Azure Sect, the wind biting at their faces. As they crossed the threshold, **Chen Mo** met them, his eyes downcast. But before he could speak, **Xue Dao** stepped forward with a sneer, his voice echoing in the courtyard.
"Don't bother looking for him here," Xue Dao spat. "Your son is a thief. A traitor. He kept a demonic scroll in his room. He's been cast out and imprisoned by the Meizu."
The world stopped for Mei Lin. She collapsed to the cold stone, her screams piercing the night. "No! No! My son would never! He is innocent!"
Wang Shun pulled her into his arms, his knuckles white as he glared at the elders. "We know our son. We know his heart. You have been blinded by lies!"
"He is in Meizu Shen's prison," Chen Mo said quietly, unable to look them in the eye.
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Mei Lin and Wang Shun did not hesitate. They rushed to the Meizu Clan gates, their voices raw from shouting.
"Release him! Give us back our son!" Mei Lin begged, her knees bloody from kneeling on the gravel. "You have no right to hold him!"
A crowd gathered—disciples and elders from other clans, watching the "trash clan" break apart. "Look at the thief's parents," someone mocked, and the crowd erupted in laughter.
**Meizu Hai** stepped forward, looking down at them with disgust. "Your son is a criminal, Shun. How dare you bring your filth to my gate?"
"Give him back," Wang Shun growled, his aura flickering weakly against the overwhelming pressure of the Meizu. "Or I won't leave."
"Otherwise what?" **Meizu Shen** appeared, his presence crushing the air out of their lungs. With a flick of his wrist, he used **Gravity Manipulation**, pinning the couple to the ground.
"Go home," Shen said coldly. "He will stay until he pays for his sins. If you stay, you'll regret it."
Mei Lin's forehead touched the dirt as she sobbed, "Please... I'm begging you... he's just a boy."
Shen walked away without a backward glance. Wang Shun, his eyes burning with a silent, promethean rage, picked up his broken wife and began the long walk home, her cries haunting the silent streets.
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Morning arrived in the Meizu prison, but for **Wang Hao Chen**, there was no light. He woke to an absolute, terrifying blackness. He reached for his eyes, but his hands were bound.
"I'm sorry, Mother... Father... forgive me," he whispered into the void.
Above ground, **Meizu Xuan** visited the homes of **Qing Tian** and **Hei Meng**. "Come with me. I have a gift for you both. You're going to love it."
They followed him to Meizu Shen's private room, where the elder nodded his approval. "Do what you wish with the prisoner. He is yours today."
The three arrived at the cell. **Meizu Sha** stepped aside, letting them pass.
**Hei Meng** laughed, his voice echoing off the damp walls. "Look at the 'Handsome Chen' now! Pathetic!" He grabbed Hao Chen's hair and unleashed a flurry of punches, crushing the boy's face into a bloody pulp.
Hao Chen remained silent, his spirit retreating deep within.
"Let's add a finishing touch," Hei Meng grinned, drawing a jagged blade. "Gentle, now... we don't want him to die yet."
**Squelch. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.**
With four brutal, precise strokes, **Hei Meng cut off Hao Chen's two arms and two feet.** The limbs fell to the cold stone with a heavy, wet sound. Hao Chen's body convulsed in agony, his voice a strained rasp: "Are you... happy... now?"
"More than you know, trash dog!" **Qing Tian** laughed, stepping forward. He produced a vial of crawling, green parasites and a vial of blackened poison. He choked Hao Chen, forcing the mixture into his throat.
"Swallow it! Feel the rot from the inside!"
Hao Chen coughed, green ichor and poison staining the floor as the three "geniuses" laughed.
Then, **Qing Tian** drew his dagger. **PLUNGE. PLUNGE. PLUNGE. PLUNGE. PLUNGE.** He stabbed Hao Chen's face five times, the metal tearing through skin and bone. "You piece of trash! You deserve to die!"
Hao Chen lay there, a limbless, eyeless, shattered shadow of a man. Blood pooled around him in a dark lake.
"Trash Chen, look at you now," Qing Tian mocked, leaning over the ruin of his face. "No arms, no feet, and your face looks like literal waste. Oh, I forgot..." He leaned in, whispering with venomous delight. "You don't even have eyes to see how pathetic you are!"
The prison echoed with their demonic laughter as they walked away, leaving the savior of the Wang Clan to rot in the dark.
Hao chen speak silently...the chains is gone
but also my arms and feet— i can't even see where to scape.
he breathe deep and laying on the bloody ground.