Chapter 46 To Die

Wei Yuan walked with a composed stride, but his feet seemed to be swept by the wind, his speed not slow at all.

It took the water ghost and the Qi Family Army soldier soul a good while to barely catch up. They raised their eyes and saw that the gentle smile that had been on Wei Yuan's face when facing the pear blossoms had completely disappeared. His expression wasn't exactly cold, but there wasn't a trace of a smile.

By the time Wei Yuan stopped,

The water ghost was startled to realize that they had arrived at the prison gate.

Or rather, this was a prison specially prepared by the Special Operations Team for those cultivators who disturbed the order of Shenzhou. Imprisoned inside were not mortals, but those evildoer cultivators who had not yet been dealt with, as well as demons who had taken human form.

The materials used on the outside were the latest technology, mixed with spirit stone techniques.

If one's cultivation level didn't reach a certain point, it would be impossible to break through this wall. Even a close-range bombing with high-powered firearms wouldn't be a problem. While the two ghosts hesitated, they saw Wei Yuan simply walking inside, and the defensive measures and术式 (shushi, spells/techniques) didn't react at all.

Wei Yuan's illusion arts were rooted in the divine nature left behind by Wu Zhiqi.

It might not be able to leverage too much power.

But the level of its nature itself was quite high.

Ordinary methods of detecting illusion arts simply couldn't see through the foundation of his illusion arts from the Age of Gods.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to open the umbrella, and the water ghost and war soul both transformed into wisps of water vapor and flew into it. This was the gift they had received after receiving the Water God's decree, and they were no longer ordinary Yin souls, but leaned towards righteous gods and earth deities.

The water ghost muttered, "What are we doing in this prison?"

Wei Yuan's voice was calm: "To see a 'person'."

"Person?"

"A person who deserves to die."

Wei Yuan stopped in front of a cell.

The iron door of the cell was electrified with high voltage. Even cultivators who hadn't cultivated an indestructible body would find it difficult to escape from this door. Inside the cell sat an old man with cloudy, yellow eyes. It was the Sakura Island man who had set up a stall before.

The old man was extremely vigilant. Wei Yuan dissipated some of his illusion arts, allowing him to see himself.

The old man's expression changed, and he subconsciously retreated, but there was a clanging sound. To prevent him from using spells, his feet had already been locked with chains. The materials used contained a special kind of spirit stone that would forever release irregular spiritual energy turbulence, interfering with the cultivator's spellcasting.

The old man's face twisted slightly in pain.

He slumped back to the ground, without the strength to move again, and just looked at Wei Yuan holding the umbrella, a look of fear in his eyes. Immediately, he forcibly suppressed this fear, and said with a sinister laugh in the language of Shenzhou: "I didn't expect that you would take the initiative to visit me. I'm flattered, flattered."

Wei Yuan looked down at him indifferently, and said calmly: "That Taiping Dao disciple is already dead."

The old man's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained unafraid, shaking his head with a tsk:

"What a pity."

"He was not too old among the cultivators, and his aptitude was very good. He could have cultivated something. So, are you here to avenge him, or just to tell me the news?"

There was a hint of madness in the Sakura Island cultivator's expression. He raised the shackles on his hands and said:

"If you really have the guts, then kill me."

"Anyway, I've had enough of being in this prison."

"Otherwise, I might not have the possibility of surviving. I am the highest priest of the Sakura Island Grand Shrine, with an official status. This matter can already evolve into an event between Sakura Island and Shenzhou. My relatives, and the Sakura Island members of parliament, will personally come to negotiate."

Wei Yuan said indifferently: "No one can do evil in Shenzhou and leave without paying the price."

"You are destined to die here."

The old man's tone stagnated, and then he mocked:

"But at least I lived much longer than that Taiping Dao cultivator."

"He was very pitiful. He hoped to return to his hometown to take care of his mother, but he never had the opportunity. Later, he finally had the chance to leave, but he became my medicinal puppet. In fact, his will was quite tenacious. I used more than ten kinds of exotic poisons to subdue him. In the end, I was a little bit reluctant."

His voice paused slightly, and then he laughed wantonly.

"Reluctant to destroy this excellent test subject!"

The old man said wantonly, he wanted to anger the person in front of him and let him kill him here.

In this way, he could provoke the relationship between this person and the official Shenzhou.

He could be considered to have died for a worthy cause.

However, the young man in front of him was unmoved. Wei Yuan looked at the old man, who was like a madly barking wild dog, and ridiculed himself: "If it were the me before, facing you, I would definitely choose to kill you with one sword and be done with it, but now, I also know that killing you is certainly happy, but it will also bring some trouble to others."

"Moreover, since you are going to die anyway."

"Wouldn't it be too cheap for you to die so simply?"

"So I don't intend to kill you."

The old man's expression froze, and a great terror suddenly struck his heart.

The young man, whose face was slightly pale, raised his eyes slightly, his pupils like an abyss, and smiled:

"Have you heard of the Black Ice Terrace..."

……………

The Black Ice Terrace was a special agency of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The elite soldiers in it, in addition to galloping on the battlefield and destroying temples, also had a part responsible for assassinating the dignitaries of the six kingdoms and spying on intelligence. Such an agency was the power behind the Great Qin's confidants, and there must be an unsavory part. Although Yuan was not the type responsible for assassination, he knew the basic methods.

The old man's face was pale, and he wanted to retreat.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and pointed towards the old man's forehead.

The latter originally wanted to resist, but his cultivation was completely unable to be used.

Instead, he was pulled by the chain and immediately knelt on the ground.

In an instant, Wei Yuan sealed his five senses and twisted his spirit. People use their five senses to perceive the world and their spirit to locate themselves. Illusion arts are to control the five senses. Wu Zhiqi disdains such methods, because fake is fake. Having the soul intensity to completely control the other party's five senses often means that you can directly crush the other party.

But Wei Yuan found that illusion arts are actually very useful.

He twisted the old man's five senses. The latter only felt his feet loosen, and his whole body fell directly into a dark and cramped place. The sound of water and the roar of beasts slowly approached. In addition, there was the pain of being tortured by more than ten kinds of poisons that the Taiping Daoist had experienced.

The old man realized what he was about to face. He was not afraid of death. Sakura Island had its own 玉碎 (yusui, lit. jade碎, broken jade, a metaphor for glorious self-sacrifice like a shattered jewel) Bushido spirit, but he could not endure the torture without end, could not endure being worse than death. He raised his hand in panic, wanting to climb out of this dark space, but he was pulled down by hands behind him.

Turning his head, he saw the Taiping Daoist, and the people who had died in his hands in the past.

The old man's heart suddenly felt cold.

The last remaining light saw that the light of the entire world gradually disappeared. At the place where the last light was, the young man holding the umbrella had a calm face, his dark pupils were deep, the black umbrella touched the ground, and he nodded slightly.

His expression was peaceful, his tone polite and courteous:

"Then, good night."

"Sweet dreams."

"No, no, come back!!"

The old man roared and stretched out his hand, but Wei Yuan completely disappeared.

The Sakura Island old man's five senses fell into the darkness, poison, and the pain of torture.

…………………

Wei Yuan still used illusion arts to shield the vision of others and walked out of the prison.

The outside sunlight was stimulating, and the cold air on his body quickly disappeared. Wei Yuan couldn't help but yawn, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He hadn't slept all night and had run a long way. The water ghost looked at the outside sunlight and couldn't help but say:

"It's daytime already."

He joked, strangely:

"Fortunately, it's outside, otherwise老大 (laoda, boss) you would definitely be sealed by the quilt again."

"Huh? What did you say?"

Wei Yuan turned his head while yawning.

There was not half of the transcendence just now, nor was there the slightest trace of肅杀 (susha,肃杀, desolate/stern).

The expression on the water ghost's face froze. He looked at Wei Yuan, who was obviously dozing off, and blurted out: "老大 (laoda, boss), you didn't say good night to yourself just now, did you?"

Wei Yuan stretched his shoulders and said righteously: "How is that possible."

The water ghost's face was full of disbelief.

Wei Yuan found a breakfast shop and ordered a bowl of 糊辣汤 (hulatang, spicy soup), two tea eggs, and a steamer of buns.

He barely filled his stomach.

Half of the buns were fresh meat, and half were 梅菜肉 (meicai rou, preserved vegetable with pork). The delicious taste of the meat and the softness of the bun skin went well together. Wei Yuan changed several shops, walked down a street, and then he was full. He touched his stomach, and then slowly went home, deciding to go back and take a nap this morning.

Sleep until about 5 pm.

As a martial 修 (xiu, cultivator), I can fight, eat, and sleep. This is normal.

Isn't it?

………………

Sakura Island · Kyoto.

A man wearing a monk's robe knelt on the ground, feeling uneasy.

His son, who was also the only heir of the largest temple in Kyoto, suddenly disappeared after going to Shenzhou. No matter what means he used, he couldn't contact him.

茂木义行 (Mao Mu Yixing, Mogi Yoshiyuki).

After this situation lasted for a while, he found the most famous and skilled diviner in Kyoto, hoping that the other party could take action and divine his son's safety, to find out where his child was now.

ps: The second update today... a buffer chapter, 2800 words, thank you to 划水狼 (Hua Shui Lang, Paddling Wolf) for the ten thousand reward, thank you~~

There is another chapter, it should be before twelve o'clock, one more update every three days~ until ten more updates are added