Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting-Chapter 269 - 145: Return to the Great Prison—Your Bones Aren’t as Tough as Your Mouth
The underground prison of the Suzhou Demon Suppression Bureau was originally built beneath a mountain, but after entering this dark gate, they continued to descend.
Along the way, all they saw were walls forged from profound iron, with the ground also paved with a layer of it.
Wei Fan swept his power of heart and spirit over the area and discovered that these profound irons had been altered by the willpower of a Divine Realm Martial Sect, making them not only harder than ordinary profound iron but also capable of isolating the power of heart and spirit and the power of heaven and earth.
Deng Boyong’s voice rang out, "This great prison has been imbued with the efforts of each generation of grand commanders. When Commander He Tai Xian was in charge, he would spend one or two months each year altering the properties of these profound irons with willpower."
"Commander Wei, if you become the commander in the future, you’ll also need to spare some time to reinforce the prison."
Wei Fan shook his head; he had no such intentions.
In his opinion, why bother with such a prison? Why not just execute each captured criminal directly, sparing effort and worry?
As they continued down the passage, there were no other cells in this corridor, seemingly only leading to the cells where the three serious offenders were imprisoned.
After walking for a while, faint growls started to echo in his ears, and soon a row of cage-like cells appeared before them, but only three contained prisoners.
The three people had their hands and feet fixed by chains, each bound to an iron column. Golden needles as thick as chopsticks pierced through their dantians and 360 acupoints, forming a "T" shape at both ends to ensure the needles couldn’t be forced out.
Wei Fan realized he was wrong!
Simply killing them would have been the end, but this mode of imprisonment seemed even more cruel.
The three of them appeared emaciated, as if they hadn’t eaten for years. Every slight movement of the needles caused blood to flow.
In fact, they hadn’t eaten for years, and people generally dared not deliver food to such ferocious individuals.
The three, with disheveled hair, radiated a vicious aura.
They were all Divine Realm level individuals; otherwise, such torture would have already killed ordinary Celestial Martial Artists—they wouldn’t have endured this long.
"What a deep-seated enmity!"
He realized he might have guessed wrong; this awful state might be not due to fear of killing them but rather a desire to torment them further over the years.
If it were him suffering such torment, he’d prefer a swift death to enduring such abuse.
Wan Guang Seal opened the first cell, and Wei Fan walked in holding the prepared herbal medicine. Even as a Demon Suppression Assistant General, he dared not interact with such ferocious individuals, even if their cultivation was restricted by golden needles.
"You’ve swapped someone? Is He Tai Xian dead?"
At once, the person raised his head, his eyes shooting out beams of light, the chains on him clattering.
Wei Fan scanned with his heart and spirit powers; this person, though with skin and bones, had a formidable energy hidden within him.
He knew this person’s name, Wu Yinglong, but could find no other information about him.
Even this name was revealed by the person himself, only then did Deng Boyong and the others know.
"Open your mouth!"
Wei Fan, expressionless, lifted the wine pot in his hand.
"Get lost, I haven’t had enough of this place yet; I don’t intend to leave for now!"
His hair and beard bristled, and when enraged, it was as if a fierce dragon had awakened, a wave of energy sweeping up dust on the ground.
Wei Fan didn’t waste words, stepping forward and grabbing Wu Yinglong’s jaw.
Wu Yinglong smirked sarcastically, "Want to force-feed me the concoction? I doubt you have the means. Even He Tai Xian would lavish me with fine food and wine before I’d give him the courtesy to drink this stuff."
"Go get some good food, or else head back obediently! With my copper skin and iron bones, do you think you can force me if I don’t open my mouth?"
So he wanted food.
Deng Boyong’s voice sounded, "Apologies, Commander Wei, I forgot about this. When Commander He transferred them, he prepared food and drink himself..."
"No matter, he will drink it obediently!"
The interface in front of him flickered:
[Wu Yinglong: Late-stage Divine Realm, known for murder, arson, plunder, and all manner of evil]
[If killed, gain 3000 years of ordinary power, 30 years of spirit soul power]
Still a late-stage divine realm expert, no wonder he’s so arrogant. Even Situ Feng is only mid-Divine Realm.
Wei Fan’s voice was cold, "Let me see how hard your copper skin and iron bones truly are!"
His five fingers began to exert strength, closing like an iron clamp, and Wu Yinglong’s expression soon turned from sarcastic to shocked, then revealed pain.
For the human race, unless a significant villain, the interface rarely offered enhancements.
Towards Wu Yinglong, Wei Fan felt no mercy and even developed some murderous intent.
"Let me go!"
Wu Yinglong felt his bones about to crumble, his opponent’s strength seemingly endless—if it continued, his jaw would definitely break.
"Your mouth is hard, but your bones aren’t; with such claim of copper skin and iron bones, it’s no tougher than tofu to me."
Wei Fan continued to exert force until Wu Yinglong’s jaw deformed with the sound of bones cracking.
Wu Yinglong was already aghast.
Though his cultivation was sealed, he knew well how hard his copper skin and iron bones were—back in his rampant days, even divine weapons couldn’t harm him.
Yet today, his bones were crushed alive by this person.
"Will you drink it obediently now, or shall I crush your other bones too?"
Wu Yinglong, pained, opened his mouth wide, but Wei Fan didn’t forcibly administer the soporific, since it was to be drunk obediently, not forcibly.
"You win!"
Wu Yinglong realized he faced a fierce figure, not only cruel but far stronger than He Tai Xian, not someone helpless against him. So, he obediently opened his mouth.
Wei Fan poured the content of the wine pot into Wu Yinglong’s mouth, and after a few breaths, the man began to snore.
Deng Boyong and the others were dumbfounded. It wasn’t their first time on such a mission, but previously, He Tai Xian would banquet with fine food and wine, only then would Wu Yinglong cooperate in drinking the soporific.
This time, faced with Wei Fan, Wu Yinglong had no temper left after his jaw got crushed without his cooperation.
The second cell, too, held a member of the human race. Deng Boyong and others also knew only his name: Pang Shuwen.
"Do you need some side dishes with your drink?"
Wan Guang Seal opened the cell door, and Wei Fan strolled in.
"No need, thank you!"
Pang Shuwen shook his head vigorously, evidently aware of Wu Yinglong’s fate next door, though he wished to seize the chance for some wine and meat.
But clearly Wei Fan was a ruthless man, unlike the good-natured He Tai Xian—Wu Yinglong, such a fierce figure, had begged for mercy; Pang didn’t believe his own bones were tougher than Wu Yinglong’s.
Wei Fan showed a peculiar look.
He thought Pang Shuwen would be a bad guy, but a long while of staring showed no reaction on the interface.
Of course, no reaction didn’t mean Pang Shuwen was innocent or good.
Pang Shuwen obediently drank the soporific, quickly losing consciousness, and Wei Fan went to the last cell.
This one held the only demon fiend among the three prisoners needing transfer, reportedly named Chi Sha, an ox demon.
[Chi Sha: Late-stage Spirit Condensation, with over ten thousand murders to his name, guilty of all evil deeds]
[If killed: gain 6000 years of ordinary power, 30 years of spirit soul power]
"Release me, I’ll offer you endless benefits!"
Seeing Wei Fan enter, Chi Sha looked up with blood-red eyes, and only then did Wei Fan notice this guy’s eyebrows were red, appearing quite peculiar.
"Red Eyebrow Ox!"
He recalled a type of demonic beast with very potent bloodlines—the Red Eyebrow Ox!
It’s said that Red Eyebrow Oxen are born extraordinary, able to form demon pills upon maturity and become spirit concentration demon monarchs after a hundred or two hundred years of cultivation.
Wei Fan didn’t speak, forcibly pried open Chi Sha’s mouth and poured in the potion, making several teeth mixed with blood swallowed by Chi Sha.
"You wait! Once I escape this cage, I will surely return to behead you!"
His blood-red eyes glared at Wei Fan as his aura weakened.
This drug was terrifying, putting such a demon monarch level being to sleep within breaths.
"Commander Wei, please don’t; they cannot be killed!"
Deng Boyong’s heart raced.
He clearly sensed Wei Fan’s intent to kill after Chi Sha’s threat.
Knowing Wei Fan’s propensity for killing, he feared that if he didn’t dissuade him, Wei Fan might slaughter Chi Sha right away.
But as per regulations, they couldn’t kill Chi Sha arbitrarily, even if he was a demon fiend.
"Take him away then!"
Wei Fan suppressed his killing intent and did not kill Chi Sha.
Wan Guang Seal stepped forward with a key, unchaining Chi Sha from the iron post, and Deng Boyong stepped ahead to drag Chi Sha out.
Soon, the group hoisted Wu Yinglong and the others out of the great prison and locked them into three carriages. After personally witnessing the main prison gate shut and lock securely, Li Chuyang and his team set the carriages in motion.
Wei Fan and Deng Boyong mounted their horses and followed, setting out under the cover of night.
