Wudao and Feng Tutu heard Ye Kunlun's voice, and the illusions around them vanished.
At the same time, what shocked them even more was that Ye Kunlun said the opponent's strength was Kai Ling Ninth Rank!
Although the two of them had broken through to the Kai Ling realm with the help of Ye Kunlun's pills, they were only at Kai Ling Third Rank!
There was still a long way to go to Kai Ling Ninth Rank.
When Huang Jiuxian heard Ye Kunlun's words, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and two earth-yellow lights flashed and shot towards Ye Kunlun.
Ye Kunlun snorted, "What? Are you planning to die in the Wujian Prison?"
As he spoke, Ye Kunlun directly dispersed the two forces from Huang Jiuxian.
"Who are you to that old ghost?"
Huang Jiuxian spoke, his voice extremely hoarse, sounding like two pieces of iron rubbing against each other, making one uncomfortable.
Ye Kunlun smiled and said, "He is my master."
Hearing Ye Kunlun's words, Huang Jiuxian chuckled, "That old ghost is clearly a descendant of a dead-end lineage, yet he actually has a disciple."
Ye Kunlun frowned slightly at this, a cold glint appearing in his eyes.
The old ghost Huang Jiuxian mentioned was his forty-fourth master, the previous warden of Wujian Prison.
Ye Kunlun deeply respected his master and would not allow anyone to insult them.
"Hmph!"
Ye Kunlun snorted disdainfully, "My master mentioned that your Yellow Sand Art has few rivals. Today, I shall seek your guidance!"
As he spoke, Ye Kunlun unleashed a palm strike from a distance. The palm shadow instantly magnified countless times, attacking Huang Jiuxian.
Huang Jiuxian looked at Ye Kunlun's sudden palm strike and shouted, "Kid, how dare you!"
Boom—
Huang Jiuxian also unleashed a palm strike. Instantly, countless yellow sands condensed into a heaven-piercing palm, meeting Ye Kunlun's palm shadow.
Ye Kunlun's expression was calm. Huang Jiuxian's palm strike, though seemingly infinitely powerful, was nothing in his eyes!
The next second.
Ye Kunlun's palm shadow directly shattered Huang Jiuxian's yellow sand palm and struck his chest heavily.
Pfft—
Huang Jiuxian's mouth opened wide, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The moment he spat out the black blood, Huang Jiuxian's aura changed drastically, and a more terrifying power appeared around him.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The not-so-large prison cell was filled with fierce winds and flying yellow sand.
Huang Jiuxian, with his white hair, sat cross-legged, his aura constantly ascending, like a divine spear piercing the heavens, ready to break through the firmament.
Wudao and Feng Tutu felt the invisible pressure in the air, and their breathing slowed down.
Ye Kunlun's gaze was indifferent as he stared at Huang Jiuxian, whose aura had become violent.
His previous palm strike was intentional because he could see that Huang Jiuxian had been stuck at Kai Ling Ninth Rank for years and had an unresolvable blood clot within him.
That palm strike was meant to help Huang Jiuxian break through Kai Ling and step into Zhuji!
And his visit today was to fulfill the promise his forty-fourth master had made to Huang Jiuxian, to help him break through.
Spiritual energy from heaven and earth, centered around the small prison, surged towards Huang Jiuxian, who was sitting cross-legged.
Concurrently, in a dark cell on the ninth level, the deepest part of Wujian Prison, a pair of faint green eyes opened.
"Hmm... the old ghost's disciple has emerged from seclusion. The Hidden Dragon enters the abyss, is that legendary prophecy about to begin..."
Low murmurs echoed in the darkness, unheard by anyone.
Huang Jiuxian sat with his palms facing the sky, madly absorbing the spiritual energy from all directions. The spiritual energy in his dantian grew increasingly dense.
Finally, the spiritual energy transformed from gaseous to liquid, flowing like water and slowly coursing through his meridians.
Time ticked by. After a full half-hour, the surrounding spiritual energy slowly dissipated.
By then, Wudao and Feng Tutu behind Ye Kunlun were already covered in cold sweat.
The terrifying pressure from heaven and earth had been a form of tempering for them, bringing only benefits and no harm.
They seemed to understand why Ye Kunlun had brought them here.
The two exchanged glances and bowed deeply to Ye Kunlun.
Huang Jiuxian, who had been entirely white-haired, now had half of it turned black. His ancient, wrinkled face became ruddy and full, making him look over twenty years younger.
"Hahaha!"
Huang Jiuxian burst into loud laughter, shaking Wudao and Feng Tutu until their qi and blood surged.
"That old ghost has fulfilled his promise from back then, so I shall stay by your side and assist you for a year!"
Huang Jiuxian rose abruptly, his aura surging. His once slender frame had become considerably sturdier.
"There's no need for that!"
Ye Kunlun spoke, directly refusing Huang Jiuxian's offer.
Huang Jiuxian was stunned, thinking he had misheard.
"Kid, I am now Zhuji First Rank. Do you know how terrifying a Zhuji cultivator is?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Huang Jiuxian fell silent.
Because it was Ye Kunlun's palm strike that had healed his long-standing internal injuries and allowed him to advance from Kai Ling Ninth Rank to Zhuji!
This was sufficient proof that Ye Kunlun's cultivation was above his.
Given this, what was the point of him staying by Ye Kunlun's side?
Huang Jiuxian suddenly felt an urge to cry. He, a dignified Zhuji expert, was being driven away?
Even more so, he heard a hint of disdain in Ye Kunlun's tone!
"In any case, I'm not leaving!"
Huang Jiuxian looked at Ye Kunlun shamelessly.
Then, regardless of whether Ye Kunlun was annoyed or not, he directly said to Wudao and Feng Tutu, "You two little brats, Grandpa is hungry. Hurry up and prepare good wine and meat!"
Wudao and Feng Tutu shivered.
"Senior, please wait a moment."
Wudao collected himself and quickly replied.
Wujian Prison was already short-handed. Having such a powerful expert stay here was something Wudao and Feng Tutu were naturally willing to accept.
Ye Kunlun said nothing.
The shadowy hand behind him had yet to surface, but based on current clues, it was highly likely to be a cultivator.
Keeping Huang Jiuxian by his side might prove useful one day.
Ye Kunlun turned and walked out, and Huang Jiuxian quickly followed.
As they passed the cells of the middle-aged man and the woman, Ye Kunlun paused. Two rays of green light flashed in his eyes as he peered inside.
"Oh, these two are quite interesting too."
The green light in Ye Kunlun's eyes receded, revealing a hint of interest.
"If you let these two out, it will cause great trouble,"
Huang Jiuxian seemed to know the identities of these two and warned Ye Kunlun as he stood beside him.
"Trouble?" Ye Kunlun scoffed dismissively, "Trouble is more fun. The peace of this world is just a fleeting reflection, meant to deceive the masses."
Saying this, Ye Kunlun walked outside.
As the group had just exited Wujian Prison, they heard shouting from the front courtyard.
"I don't care, hurry up and let the person out for this grandma, or I'll tear down this broken prison today!"
Mu Qi's face showed some displeasure, but she dared not do anything to the woman in front of her.
"Miss Tang San, please return!"