310: Ghost Prison

The main hall of Luoxia Peak.

The hall was empty and cold, with only a few rays of morning light spilling through the tall window frames.

Leng Yuekui had already returned from Dragon Head Peak and was currently meditating in the quiet room of the back hall to adjust her breath.

As soon as Yao Delong stepped into the range of the main hall, that Mid Nascent Soul Stage aura was keenly captured by Leng Yuekui in the quiet room.

“Hmm?”

Leng Yuekui's cold eyes snapped open, a flash of hard-to-conceal astonishment passing through them.

When Yao Delong left yesterday, he was clearly at the Peak of the Early Nascent Soul Stage; although his aura was thick, the barrier was distinct.

Only a night had passed, and he had actually made a Breakthrough to the Mid Nascent Soul Stage as if it were a natural progression?

This speed... was simply inconceivable!

Even with her vast experience, she felt a jolt of alarm.

Recalling those several different female auras in the Immortal Cave last night... Leng Yuekui was ice-smart and already had a few guesses in her heart.

A faint, indescribable ripple passed over her cold face, which then returned to calm.

Her figure moved slightly, and in the next instant,

She appeared silently upon the Peak Master's Throne, carved from Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Cold Jade, in the main hall.

Her cold gaze fell upon Yao Delong, who had just walked into the great hall.

“Greetings, Revered Master!” Yao Delong hurriedly bowed in salute, his attitude respectful.

Leng Yuekui lightly raised her jade hand, and a soft but irresistible invisible force lifted Yao Delong up: “No need for such formality.”

Her voice was clear and cold as she got straight to the point, “You have come for the matter of Meng Bi?”

“Exactly, Revered Master.” Yao Delong nodded, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

“I have already discussed it with the Sect Head Senior Brother.”

Leng Yuekui's tone was flat, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty.

“Meng Bi colluded with an external Sect and harmed fellow disciples; the evidence is conclusive.

How to handle him is left for you to decide.

Whether to kill or torture, to cripple or keep him, it is all up to your will.”

Before her voice had even faded, a palm-sized token, pitch-black and bone-chilling to the touch,

Flew out from Leng Yuekui's sleeve and slowly floated in front of Yao Delong.

The token was neither metal nor wood, made of a peculiar material; the front was carved with a hideous ghost head,

While the back bore the two ancient seal characters for 'Soul Prison,' emitting a heart-palpitating aura of cold, silent death.

“This is the Soul Prison Token. With this, you can enter the prison to take the prisoner.” Leng Yuekui's voice remained cold.

Yao Delong reached out to take the token; it was icy to the touch,

As if he were holding a piece of ten-thousand-year-old ice, threads of yin-cold Qi piercing straight to the marrow.

Killing intent surged in his heart as he said in a deep voice: “Thank you, Revered Master! This Disciple will surely handle this scoundrel properly!”

Leng Yuekui nodded slightly, looking at the Disciple before her who had a steady aura and restrained sharpness.

A flash of imperceptible gratification passed through her eyes.

In the lineage of Luoxia Peak, besides Clear Snow, there was finally another Disciple who could truly take on the main burden.

“There is one more thing.” Leng Yuekui spoke again,

“Regarding you becoming the Chief Disciple of Luoxia Peak, the Sect Head Senior Brother has already agreed.

However, by Sect rules, to be the Chief Disciple, one must first enter the True Disciple Sequence.

Although your cultivation has reached the level, you have not yet completed the True Disciple Assessment.”

Yao Delong understood. He naturally knew his own 'dark history';

From Utility Disciple to Outer Sect Disciple, his Revered Master had forcibly promoted him, causing much criticism.

Now that he had reached the Nascent Soul stage, he could use this True Disciple Assessment to silence all the wagging tongues!

“This Disciple understands! Thank you, Revered Master!”

Yao Delong bowed in response, his tone firm.

This True Disciple Assessment was nothing but an easy task for him.

Leng Yuekui looked at the Disciple before her with his steady aura and restrained sharpness; a rare trace of gratification appeared in her cold eyes.

“Mm.” She nodded slightly. “Cultivate well. If you have any confusion on the path of cultivation, you may come and ask me at any time.”

“Yes! This Disciple takes his leave!”

Yao Delong saluted again, his heart filled with gratitude for his Revered Master's protection.

After bidding farewell to Leng Yuekui, Yao Delong gripped that icy Soul Prison Token, killing intent churning in his eyes.

He did not head directly to the Soul Prison deep within the Sect; instead, he turned his figure,

Transforming into a streak of light and flying toward the direction of Tuyao Peak.

Tuyao Peak.

Meng Lang had been quite smug lately.

Ever since Meng Bi was thrown into the Soul Prison, he felt that his life had welcomed an unprecedented brightness.

Meng Bi's end was certain, and as the one who 'placed righteousness above family,' and the only direct descendant of this generation's Marquis Zhenyuan's Estate,

His status in the clan had risen, and he had even begun to fantasize about the day he would ascend to the throne of the Heir of Marquis Zhenyuan.

He was incredibly glad for his 'wise' choice back then; otherwise,

The one waiting for death in the Soul Prison right now would probably not be just Meng Bi.

When Yao Delong's figure appeared outside his Immortal Cave, Meng Lang almost crawled out to meet him,

His face covered in an extremely fawning smile, his waist bent so low it almost touched the ground:

“Senior Brother Yao! Why have you come personally? Just give the word if you need anything, and this little brother will be there immediately!”

Yao Delong looked at Meng Lang's face and sneered in his heart.

This kind of person who could unhesitatingly betray his closest kin for profit,

The vileness of his Heart-Nature was even worse than Meng Bi's.

Keeping him was only because he was still useful, and using him to deal with Meng Bi would have a better effect.

“Follow me to a place.” Yao Delong's tone was flat, revealing no emotion.

“Yes, yes, yes! Wherever Senior Brother goes, this little brother will follow!”

Meng Lang bowed and scraped, but his heart was pounding a bit, not knowing where Yao Delong was taking him.

Yao Delong said no more, grabbed Meng Lang by the shoulder, and transformed into a streak of light that soared into the sky,

Heading straight for the most sinister and terrifying Forbidden Ground of the Yin Yang Sect—the Soul Prison!

The entrance to the Soul Prison.

Deep within the Yin Yang Sect was a valley shrouded year-round in grey, gloomy clouds.

At the mouth of the valley stood two pitch-black stone Peaks, a hundred zhang high and shaped like the fangs of a vicious ghost.

Between the stone Peaks was a massive, bone-white gate that looked as if it were forged from countless skeletons!

The gate was tightly shut, covered in dense Restriction runes flickering with ghostly light,

Emitting an aura of cold, silence, and despair that could freeze even the Soul.

The air was filled with an indescribable smell of decay, as if thousands of years of resentment and Death Qi had settled there.

Light appeared distorted and dim here, and the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet,

With only the faint, indistinct shrill wails and the ear-piercing sound of dragging chains coming from somewhere, adding to the horror.

Before the giant gate sat two grey-robed elders whose auras were as cold as ice.

Their faces were withered and their eye sockets sunken, as if they were two mummified corpses,

Emitting a thick aura of yin-death, their cultivations were impressively at the Soul Transformation Stage!

They were the Prison Guard Elders of the Soul Prison, guarding this place year-round, long since assimilated by the silence here.

Yao Delong landed before the giant gate, bringing along a pale-faced Meng Lang whose legs were trembling slightly.

That bone-chilling cold and aura of despair made Meng Lang, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, feel a suffocating fear.

Yao Delong's expression remained unchanged as he took out the pitch-black Soul Prison Token and injected a trace of essence power.

Buzz!

The ghost head's eyes on the Soul Prison Token suddenly lit up with a crimson glow,

Shooting out a red light that hit the Restriction on the bone-white gate.

A tooth-aching 'creak' sounded as the giant gate slowly opened a gap only wide enough for one person to pass,

And an even thicker yin wind, as if capable of freezing the Soul, whistled out from within!