Chapter 1 Control

After the Primordial Unity Sect heretic escaped once, the restrictions on him became even stricter.

Not only was he wrapped in iron chains, but many of his key acupoints were also nailed shut with coffin nails soaked in black dog blood, ensuring that he could not use any more tricks.

An iron pipe was thrust directly into his mouth, and his daily food would flow directly into his stomach through the pipe.

If Ye Chu Xiao was serving liquid food, it would be easier for the heretic to swallow.

But because of Ye Chu Xiao’s 'kindness', the heretic found it very difficult to swallow.

The fishy and foul smell did not deter the heretic's appetite. Even with all his teeth pulled out, he still strained his neck, veins popping, desperately swallowing this rare sustenance.

He seemed to still have hope for survival, not missing any opportunity.

One day, two days, three days... five days.

Day after day, Ye Chu Xiao delivered particularly 'rich' meals to the heretic, but the heretic's complexion grew worse and worse.

By the seventh day, the chains wrapped around the heretic were covered in a layer of extremely foul-smelling slime.

He had begun to vomit and have diarrhea, lasting for nearly half a day.

Ye Chu Xiao reported the situation to Li Ban Tou. The physician assigned to the Ministry of Justice's dungeon also came to diagnose him, concluding that the heretic had contracted an epidemic. After force-feeding him some medicinal soup, they ignored him.

On the eighth and ninth days, the heretic's condition did not improve, but instead worsened.

He was not only severely dehydrated but also in great pain, beginning to babble incoherently. He seemed to see many wronged souls and vengeful ghosts who had been harmed by him, coming to demand his life, often opening his mouth wide and emitting terrified shrieks.

On the eleventh day, the heretic was on the verge of death. After another examination, the physician issued a death notice.

Then, relevant clerks from the Ministry of Justice quickly came to verify his identity, file the records, and go through the procedures.

Once the procedures were completed, the heretic could smoothly enter the death express.

No one would care about his life or death anymore.

On the fifteenth day, the cell where the heretic was held had been moved to the most remote part of the third level, Zone B. It was even colder and damper here, and the dirty water seeping in from the rock walls had even occupied half of the cell.

Ye Chu Xiao carried a food bucket and still came to serve food.

Standing outside the cell, he coldly watched the light of life in the heretic's eyes quickly fade away.

Seeing Ye Chu Xiao standing outside the cell door, the heretic, in a final burst of energy, seemed to instinctively realize something, and began to struggle with his last bit of strength, his bloodshot eyes staring angrily at Ye Chu Xiao.

He tried hard to say something, but his tongue had long been pulled out by the jailers during interrogation.

As for why the interrogation required the seemingly unreasonable step of pulling out the tongue, that was another business and another procedure of the Ministry of Justice's dungeon.

It could only be said that the clerks in the Ministry of Justice, like Ye Chu Xiao, who merely exploited prisoners and exchanged food for money, were among the cleanest and kindest.

The real wolves aimed their sights not only at a dungeon but at the wider world outside.

The Da Heng Dynasty had been established for a thousand years and had long since rotted from top to bottom. The Ministry of Justice's dungeon seemed isolated from the outside world, but it was by no means a good place to retire comfortably.

Watching the heretic's breath gradually weaken, until he seemed to only have enough energy to exhale, Ye Chu Xiao stood coldly outside the cell, just watching, without pity, guilt, or any such emotions.

As a transmigrator from a peaceful society, such coldness was not normal.

Unless Ye Chu Xiao was not a good person to begin with.

But clearly, Ye Chu Xiao's previous life did not give him such a mindset.

The reason for the change was the price he was paying for cultivation.

However, Ye Chu Xiao himself did not realize this.

"In the world we live in, there are many small insects that cannot be seen with the naked eye."

"And rotten internal organs are one of their favorite places to go, even high-temperature cooking cannot completely kill all of these small insects."

"Your vitality is very strong. I thought you could only last three to five days at most. I didn't expect you to last fifteen days." Ye Chu Xiao stood at the cell door, watching the heretic who had brought him the crisis of death at the beginning of his transmigration, calmly recounting the method by which he had 'killed' the heretic step by step.

In Ye Chu Xiao's current thinking, the survival of the heretic was a potential hidden danger that could expose him at any time.

For this reason alone, he had to be killed.

Moreover, he did not only have this one reason to kill the heretic.

Without needing to give grand-sounding reasons, Ye Chu Xiao simply wanted to seize the 'Dao charm' from the heretic.

Although he had already snatched Dao charm once, the skin that the heretic had shed originally had a residual Dao charm aura.

This was enough to show that he originally had Dao charm on his body.

As a food-serving jailer, Ye Chu Xiao could have many opportunities to directly poison him.

But doing so would be too conspicuous and would have endless troubles.

So Ye Chu Xiao paid out of his own pocket to buy many animal organs. Coincidentally, a 'rich' prisoner had a preference for internal organs, so Ye Chu Xiao's behavior was also reasonable.

Fresh internal organs, after cooking, were exchanged for a considerable amount of money.

And those that were not fresh, rotten, and spoiled, were not wasted either, chopped up and cooked in a pot, and distributed as prison food.

Ordinary prisoners, because they mainly only drank the soup, did not eat many pieces of internal organ meat into their stomachs. Even if they felt slightly uncomfortable, they could overcome it.

After all, those who were qualified to be imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice's dungeon, or even the prisoners on the third level, had some ability.

Even if their cultivation was sealed, their physical foundation was still there.

Only this heretic, he ate solids every meal, and Ye Chu Xiao gave him plenty. With long-term accumulation, his already severely injured body could not withstand this?

Watching the heretic gradually and unwillingly breathe his last breath before his eyes.

Ye Chu Xiao still cautiously stood at the cell door, continuing to wait.

After two hours, Ye Chu Xiao opened the cell door and walked in, reaching out to touch the heretic's body.

At this moment, the golden clock vibrated, and a wisp of purple light was actually extracted directly from the heretic's body by Ye Chu Xiao.

However, this purple light no longer integrated into Ye Chu Xiao's body for his use.

Instead, it was directly absorbed by the golden clock.

At the same instant, Ye Chu Xiao felt like he was on a boat, bumping along the boundless and mighty river of purple qi.

The waves were surging, rising and falling, and Ye Chu Xiao did not know where he would be pushed.

When the feeling of drifting along gradually subsided, Ye Chu Xiao calmed his mind, and everything around him became real and concrete.

"Is this the Ark of Creation?"

"The supreme treasure ship that sails on the Great Dao River, traveling between stars and worlds." A voice attracted Ye Chu Xiao, and he turned his head to see a familiar face.

"Ye Chu Yu?"

"Big brother?"

"Why are you here?" The siblings asked in unison.