"That depends on whether you have the skill!"
As he spoke, Huang Yan struck out fiercely, swinging his palm at Black Widow.
"Fool! Even an early Soul-Split dares attack me!" Black Widow sneered, meeting his palm with her own.
Bang!
Their energies collided, shaking the air. Black Widow spat blood and was sent flying, her eyes wide with disbelief—how could an early Soul-Split cultivator be so strong?
Even though her cultivation had dropped from late to mid Soul-Split, her true essence was refined to the extreme. She was sure that even most late Soul-Split cultivators couldn't match her.
"I need to know the situation in the Demon Prison!"
Huang Yan withdrew his hand and stood calmly, looking at Black Widow. "No tricks. Tell me everything you know, or die."
Black Widow wiped the blood from her mouth, stood up with a bright smile, and said, "Thank you for sparing me, little brother. I’ll tell you everything I know."
"Enough nonsense, talk now!" Huang Yan urged impatiently.
"Yes."
Black Widow nodded cautiously, then began to explain.
According to Black Widow, the Demon Prison has nine tiers. Right now, they’re on the first. On this level, there are eighty-three Soul-Split cultivators—nine of them are demons.
The demon cultivators are generally stronger; when the nine act together, no human or other race dares provoke them.
There are also several hidden experts who never show themselves or hunt others. They probably have special methods to keep their cultivation from declining.
Each of the nine demon cultivators controls their own territory. The seventy-four human cultivators are scattered and each occupies their own area.
But there’s an unwritten rule among the eighty-three: no attacking each other, or everyone else will gang up on you.
Since there’s no heaven-and-earth qi in the Demon Prison, and the Prime One Church stripped everyone of their Storage Rings and artifacts before locking them up, the only way to keep your strength is to hunt newcomers—devour their flesh and absorb their spiritual energy.
There’s a passage somewhere on the first tier leading up to the second.
You can only go up, never back. Once you enter the second tier, you can’t return to the first. Black Widow doesn’t know what’s in the second tier—she’s only heard it’s for Fusion-stage cultivators.
"How long have you been locked up in the Demon Prison?" Huang Yan asked Black Widow.
"It should be over eight hundred years now!" Black Widow thought for a moment.
"Why did they throw you in here?" Huang Yan pressed.
A flash of anger crossed Black Widow’s eyes. "I accidentally offended a direct disciple of the Prime One Church!"
"Has anyone ever escaped the Demon Prison?" Huang Yan continued.
Black Widow sneered, "Plenty of newcomers dream of escaping this hellhole, but none have ever succeeded."
Hearing this, Huang Yan couldn’t help but look thoughtful.
"One last question—does the Prime One Church actually supervise the Demon Prison?" Huang Yan stared at Black Widow.
"Once you’re in this cursed place, even Tribulation experts can’t get out. Why would the Church bother supervising?" Black Widow scoffed.
"Do you want to leave this place?" Huang Yan’s smile grew more mysterious.
"Want to? I dream about it every night!"
Black Widow gave a bitter smile. "But this place is a cage—you can only get in, never out!"
"What if I could take you out?" Huang Yan asked again.
Black Widow stared deeply at Huang Yan, then after a long pause, let out a strange laugh. "Heh, if you can really take me out, I’d gladly be your beast of burden for life!"
But clearly, she didn’t believe Huang Yan could get her out of here.
Huang Yan just smiled and said nothing more. He found a spot, sat down cross-legged, and began to heal his injuries.
Seeing that Huang Yan was ignoring her, Black Widow’s figure flickered and she vanished.
Sixth Prince Residence.
Lucas Li’s grand wedding filled the estate with guests. The Tang Emperor didn’t come in person, but he sent his trusted eunuch with a congratulatory gift.
That night, Lucas Li got dead drunk.
Supported by two guards, Lucas Li staggered toward the bridal chamber.
Soon, Lucas reached the courtyard of the bridal chamber. With a thought, he forced the alcohol from his body, and the air was instantly filled with a strong smell of wine.
"You all can leave now!"
Lucas waved his hand and strode into the courtyard.
Bang!
Lucas kicked open the bridal chamber door, his gaze landing on Lila Li, who sat on the bed with her red veil still on.
Heh heh!
He let out a strange laugh, thinking how he’d soon have Ian Song’s woman beneath him to toy with. His desire flared.
At that moment, Lila Li’s cultivation was sealed by Derek Ying, and her body was sealed by Lucas Li. She couldn’t move at all. Hearing Lucas’s creepy laugh, she wished she could die—but even suicide was impossible right now.
Whoosh!
Lucas yanked off Lila’s red veil and tossed it aside.
He stared at Lila Li, eyes burning, and sneered, "Lila, I used to think you were so pure, but it turns out you hooked up with Little Demon Song. Not that it matters—he’s been thrown into the Demon Prison and will never return. Tonight, I’ll love you in his place!"
As he spoke, Lucas flicked his finger, undoing the seal on Lila’s body.
Even though she could move again, Lila didn’t budge. She stared at Lucas coldly, her voice lifeless: "Just kill me."
"Kill you?" Lucas sneered. "No way. You’re the Prime One Church’s Saintess—I’d never kill you. Relax, I’ll cherish you and make you my plaything. Hahaha!"
Thinking about it, Lucas couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
"You think this is funny?"
A sudden voice rang out.
"Who’s there?"
Lucas spun around, his eyes going wide with disbelief as he shouted, "You... what are you doing here?"
But when Lila saw who had arrived, her eyes filled with joy and she burst into tears. "You’re safe—I’m so glad!"
"Lila, I’m sorry I made you worry!"
Ian Song flashed to her side, took her hands, and spoke softly.
Seeing this, Lucas could only grit his teeth in hatred. But he knew he wasn’t Ian Song’s match. Right now, saving his own neck was more important, so he turned and dashed toward the door.
Bang!
But as soon as he reached the doorway, he was bounced back by a barrier.
"Open up!"
A longsword appeared in Lucas’s hand. He unleashed a burst of dazzling light, slashing at the barrier.
"Don’t waste your effort. Even a Fusion-stage expert couldn’t break the formation I set up!"
Ian Song’s voice sounded calmly.