readytorunbook Chapter 705 In Prison
Chapter 705 In Prison
Chapter 705 In Prison
The stone gate behind the iron gate was also locked with a huge bronze lock.
After unlocking the copper lock, the jailer, panting heavily, struggled to push open the stone door.
The prison is divided into three levels.
Those locked up on the first floor were all low-level martial arts practitioners, easily defeated with a few punches and kicks, or simply ordinary people.
The prisoners on the second floor are different.
Each of them is a master among many opposing forces, possessing formidable strength; even within the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, they would be considered elites.
Among them are many inscription martial artists, and even peak martial artists who are close to grandmasters.
Splash splash splash...
As Han Yi and his companion slowly entered, their footsteps echoed through the passage.
The grating sound of heavy iron chains dragging on the ground echoed throughout the entire cell.
All eyes met, their gazes meeting in unison, their powerful aura like a small mountain, glaring fiercely at the two people walking in the middle of the passage.
The jailers on both sides were on high alert, gripping their knives tightly and remaining on high alert.
clatter…...
Under such immense pressure, when the prison warden reached the middle, his face turned pale, his whole body trembled, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down, the lantern in his hand touching the black brick floor.
"Follow me."
He unleashed a wisp of black smoke, helped the jailer up, shook his head, and strode forward, blocking all view.
The guard's strength was mediocre, unable to withstand such pressure. But for him, it was just a minor incident.
All eyes, upon recognizing Han Yi's identity, scattered in disarray, like startled birds, their fear dissipating.
The second-floor cell fell silent immediately.
Wherever Han Yi's gaze swept, many prisoners pretended to be stunned, and were so frightened that they shut their mouths.
The situation was completely different from that in the first level of prison.
It is a case of ignorance being bliss.
These second-level prisoners possessed a certain level of insight and understanding. They had a deeper understanding of Han Yi's strength and ruthlessness.
Therefore, he lowered his head at this moment to avoid attracting Han Yi's attention, lest he become too prominent and bring about his own demise.
"This... is the third floor..." After walking for another half a day, the jailer's body was weak, and he still couldn't recover from the pressure. His hands trembled slightly, and after a long while, he finally took out the key and opened the door to the third floor.
Squeak...
Three heavy, massive square doors slowly opened from the stone wall, emitting a piercing, sharp sound.
It was completely dark and silent inside, without even a glimmer of light.
call…...
A chilling wind swept over us, biting us to the bone.
The air was filled with a stench of decay and mold.
There wasn't even a single jailer inside, and nobody knew what the situation was like on the third level.
To prevent accidents, the doors to the third-level prison are rarely opened.
Even food and water are delivered through special pipes from the outside.
The third level of the prison is, in the truest sense, a death cell. It holds incorrigible, heinous, and unforgivable serious offenders, as well as some extremely powerful and influential figures.
Once you're imprisoned, you'll never get out.
"M-...sir...I'll lead the way..." The jailer's teeth chattered as he gritted his teeth and uttered the words.
"Never mind, I'll go in myself." Han Yi shook his head, took the lantern, and strode into the room.
By the dim yellow light of the lantern in his hand, he could see that there was a dark, narrow corridor inside, with recessed square pits on both sides of the corridor.
The pit emitted a constant rippling sound of water, like the stench of pork rotting and turning black in water.
Han Yi raised the lantern and moved slightly closer.
The iron railings, about the thickness of a forearm, have only a finger's width of gap between them.
Peering through the cracks, it was sadly empty inside. The black sewage had soaked a full third of the water prison; even if someone were alive, they would likely rot away in the long run.
Han Yi frowned slightly. This place was really too smelly. It was hard to imagine that anyone could survive here.
He stood up and slowly walked forward step by step.
The third level is very large, with dozens of terrifying heavy water dungeons on both sides combined.
Unfortunately, looking into each room, they were all empty.
The entire third level of the prison was therefore deserted and eerily quiet, as if Han Yi was the only living person there.
But Han Yi knew that he wasn't alone here.
He walked forward patiently, slowly observing every water dungeon he passed on both sides.
Time passed slowly, and after an unknown amount of time, Han Yi finally saw a figure in a water dungeon.
He paused, looked closely, then shook his head and left the prison.
The figure in the prison had grown to enormous size, its shape resembling a balloon floating on the surface of the foul water.
The corpse's torso was highly decomposed, and the exposed skin was moldy and covered with dense, flesh-colored pustules. The stench was so intense that it was almost impossible to breathe.
"Han Yi?!"
Suddenly, a deep male voice, hesitant and indistinct, rang out.
Han Yi looked over upon hearing the sound and saw a prison cell a few steps away.
A man was pressed tightly against the iron bars, his eyes bulging out like those of a dead fish, staring intently.
"Li Zhonghao?" Han Yi chuckled. "Long time no see. How have you been?"
"Release me, and I will serve you." Li Zhonghao's face was swollen with water, resembling a pig's head, and completely pale. At this moment, his arms, legs, neck, and waist were all locked with heavy iron chains.
With his vital points locked and all his power gone, there was no way he could break free.
"I don't believe it." Han Yi shook his head slightly. "Even if you surrender temporarily to save your life, you will betray me in the future."
“I swear!” Li Zhonghao said rapidly, “We have no grudges against each other. The reason I attacked you was only on the orders of my master, and it has nothing to do with any personal grudges.”
Having been imprisoned in a dark and sunless water dungeon for so long without any care or attention, his mentality had long since collapsed. Now that he finally saw a glimmer of hope, he naturally wanted to grasp at that straw tightly.
"Old Li, don't embarrass yourself." A sigh came from the water dungeon next to him. "What joy is there in living, what fear is there in dying? It's just death after all. If you lose your integrity and backbone, there's no point in living."
"Isn't this the famous Eagle Claw King?" Han Yi squatted down, looking on with interest. "It's been a while. How have you been eating and drinking? How's your rest?"
"Pooh!"
Like Li Zhonghao, Chen Ying's body was also bound by heavy iron chains, making it difficult for him to move.
He then raised his neck and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm viciously.
"You seem to be in good spirits..." Han Yi turned his head away, avoiding the question. "It seems you're in good condition. I was just overthinking it."
"Stop pretending, you're disgusting!" Chen Ying said disdainfully. "Kid, if you've got the guts, kill me. Kill me, and I'll show you what the fate of you remnants of Jingtian Manor will be. Sooner or later, someone will avenge me, and I'll be waiting for you down there!"
He was unaware that his good brother, the Nine Directions Sword Master Wang Yuanshan, had been killed by Han Yi, nor did he know that the Three Mountains Sect did not particularly care about their lives.
The external forces he relied on had long since vanished and ceased to exist.
That's why he dared to speak rudely, intending to provoke Han Yi.
After all, Han Yi and he had a blood feud involving the killing of his son.
He didn't expect Han Yi to release him at all.
If his death were to trigger a full-scale retaliation from the Three Mountains Sect, wiping out the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and Han Yi together.
That's worth it.
"You think... anyone will care about you?" Han Yi laughed immediately. "You'll die in this water dungeon and no one will save you."
"So what if I die? What's there to be afraid of?" Chen Ying sneered. "It's good that I'm dead. I can take your Jingtian Manor with me and your so-called core inheritance with me. Let them all be reduced to ashes. That would be a great thing."
"Core inheritance?!" Han Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the man with a dirty face in front of him. "You know about the Seven Transformations of Heavenly Evolution, the core inheritance that Jing Tian Manor lost?" "Direction, location, method of obtaining... I know all of that." Chen Ying smiled. "Want to know? Come closer, and I'll tell you. Without the Seven Transformations of Heavenly Evolution, your position as sect leader is not secure."
"I don't believe you would be so kind." Han Yi shook his head.
"If you don't believe me, I can tell you now." Chen Ying smiled slyly, "The core inheritance of your Jingtian Manor is located in a dilapidated secret realm, which is blocked by a sealing formation, making it difficult for others to enter."
However, after detailed research, I've discovered that the core of this formation lies with the one who set it up, using their own physical remains as a medium. Only the lifeblood of someone close to them is needed to forcibly break through the formation.
"What do you mean?" Han Yi slowly leaned closer.
"After much effort, I discovered the identity of the one who set up the formation..." Chen Ying lowered his voice, forcing Han Yi to move closer again, "He...he is..."
*Snap!* "He is the previous owner of Jingtian Manor, Zhong Shaotian. The so-called 'heart's essence blood' is to be taken from Zhong Han's body."
Han Yi pulled his finger out and flicked the blood off his fingertip.
"Yes and no?"
Chen Ying's mouth was wide open, and a bloody hole appeared on his forehead, from which blood was gushing out.
"You...how did you know..."
His eyes were filled with utter astonishment and disbelief, which was evident in his expression.
"Chen Lingmo... do you think he's so secretive that his actions are flawless?" Han Yi said calmly.
The day he met Chen Lingmo, he knew that this man was no ordinary person in terms of cunning and strength, and would never risk his life for a mere beauty.
Subsequent investigations into Chen Lingmo's character further confirmed this conjecture. He was exceptionally talented, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and was regarded as Chen Ying's successor from a young age. He was adept at using schemes within schemes, often releasing smokescreens and bait to conceal his true intentions and profit from them.
Han Yi had suspected back then that Chen Lingmo had come to Jingtian Manor under the guise of a martial arts competition, with ulterior motives.
This is in conjunction with what Chen Ying said.
A slight connection between the two seems to reveal the true truth.
“Ling Mo…” Chen Ying’s eyes gradually dimmed, but he stared intently at Han Yi, motionless.
"I am not reconciled... My son and I... both died at your hands... I am not reconciled..."
He seemed to remember something, and in a moment of clarity, his voice suddenly rose: "Want to know the location of that secret realm? I'll tell you, it's right here...!?"
Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, Han Yi unleashed a palm strike, smashing his head flat and exploding it. "You're up to no good. You're about to die, and you're still trying to sow discord?" He shook off the white brain matter from his palm, saying impatiently, "What core inheritance... even if you have it, I don't need it."
Chen Ying's intentions were extremely sinister; he revealed the location of the secret realm before his death.
Isn't the plan just to lure Han Yi into finding the secret realm so that he'll turn against his own people in order to obtain the core inheritance?
Even if Han Yi can restrain himself for a while, after a year, two years, or ten or eight years, there will always be a time when he has thoughts of having such ideas.
Chen Ying is betting on human nature.
So Han Yi simply slapped him to death, pretending he knew nothing, to avoid internal strife.
Besides, he already has some ideas on how to reunite the Seven Transformations of Heaven, so why would he need the core inheritance?
It's at most icing on the cake, but not very useful.
Thump...
The headless corpse slowly sank into the water under the influence of gravity.
Blood flowed out, making the already murky and foul-smelling black water even more stenchy.
Han Yi remained calm and gently stood up.
"You saw everything?!"
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened and he looked at a cell next to him.