127: Tianxuan Prison

After the Holy Son selection ended, Mu Wuchen directly received a massive amount of rewards and an incredibly vast amount of cultivation resources; even his residence expanded twentyfold.

However, the expansion of his residence no longer held any meaning for him.

Because all of his belongings had already been placed in the System World, compared to the size of the System World, even a twentyfold expansion of his residence was too small.

Mu Wuchen collected all the rewards into his System World and then left.

He was going to Tianxuan Prison to investigate the situation.

Then he would go and meet that cheap master, Luo Shuangfei, to see what she was truly capable of.

Tianxuan Prison, located beneath the Tianxuan Sect, held countless heinous demons and evil spirits, sealed by the power of the ancient Tianxuan Tree left behind by the Tianxuan Ancestor.

As soon as Mu Wuchen entered the depths of Tianxuan Prison, a chilling and murderous aura enveloped him.

Seeing someone enter, a disheveled old man with black eyes, sitting on the ground, looked up at Mu Wuchen, then turned his gaze away.

The old man's aura was restrained; at this moment, he was using a sharp small knife to carve a large, bloody bone. Every time he shaved off a piece of flesh, he would put it into his mouth and chew vigorously to himself.

Seeing this old man, Mu Wuchen's expression hardened.

This old man was not simple!

Although he had restrained his aura, Mu Wuchen, who had the experience of an Emperor Realm, still detected his cultivation from subtle clues.

This old man was also an Emperor Realm!

He had originally thought that within the Tianxuan Sect, only the Sect Master and Vice Sect Master possessed Emperor Realm strength. Now, he had actually encountered another one in this Tianxuan Prison!

It seemed that the Tianxuan Sect's foundation was even deeper than he had previously understood.

“Alas, this scale beast meat has too strong a gamey smell; it’s hard to swallow.”

Immediately, the old man looked at Mu Wuchen again and handed the bloody meat in his hand to Mu Wuchen.

“Kid, want a piece?”

Mu Wuchen was not a squeamish person; to thrive here, getting along with this old fellow was definitely essential.

He did not hesitate, directly sitting in front of the old man, taking the bloody large bone, and reaching out to take out a small knife. He similarly cut off a piece of beast meat and put it into his mouth to chew.

However, as he chewed, he noticed something was off.

Although this meat was raw, it wasn't astringent, nor did it have a gamey smell. Instead, it had clear marbling, melted in his mouth, and even had a sweet freshness, like eating the finest sashimi…

This was not scale beast meat.

This was ten-thousand-year-old yak spirit beast meat, an excellent nourishing tonic.

Seeing Mu Wuchen's questioning gaze, the black-eyed old man suddenly burst into laughter.

Then he reached out and took out something that looked similar to the bone he had just given Mu Wuchen, and began to devour it directly.

The old man continued to speak while chewing loudly.

“Hahahahaha, this scale beast meat is considered inedible trash by others, but I just love it; I wouldn’t give it to you!”

“You're a good kid. You look delicate and harmless, but you’re the first person to come here and be so calm. You’re much stronger than those little guys inside.”

“My full name is Tian Heng, but you can just call me Old Ghost Heng. The things locked up in here are all heinous monsters. If you see one you like and want to release it to kill for meat, I won’t interfere…”

“But if you release one and can’t handle it yourself, and I have to clean up your mess, then you don’t need to come here anymore!”

“Go on in…”

With that, he tossed a black ghost-head token to Mu Wuchen and no longer looked at him, continuing to drink wine and eat raw meat to himself…

Proceeding along the eerie passage, Mu Wuchen finally saw the “little guys” Tian Heng had mentioned earlier.

They were indeed small.

They looked to be only a few thousand or tens of thousands of years old, perhaps.

They were disheveled, extremely slovenly old men who seemed somewhat mentally unstable.

Perhaps due to living in a dark environment for a long time, compared to the sharp-witted and energetic elders and enshrined experts outside the sect, the mental state of these elders guarding Tianxuan Prison seemed somewhat peculiar.

“Hahaha, we haven’t had a newcomer here in a long time! Look at that kid over there!”

As a hoarse shout rang out, several gazes collectively turned towards Mu Wuchen, and then several figures surrounded him.

There were seven or eight of them, and judging by their auras, they were all Heavenly Kings!

“Kid, are you the new Tianxuan Prison Elder?”

“Our Tianxuan Prison hasn’t had a newcomer in hundreds of years; it’s all been relying on us old guys. Are you out of your mind to come to this godforsaken place?”

“Wuwuwu, looking at his youthful appearance, I feel as if I’m seeing my dashing self from back then~”

“Get lost, Old Monster Chen! If you were that handsome, would you have become reclusive after a failed marriage proposal and come to hide in Tianxuan Prison because you were too ashamed to face anyone?”

…

Perhaps they hadn't seen a new face in too long and were overly excited upon seeing Mu Wuchen. These old men chattered incessantly, surrounding Mu Wuchen with their endless talk.

“Kid, did you eat the meat Old Ghost Heng gave you at the entrance?”

An old man leaned closer, speaking mysteriously to Mu Wuchen.

Then, another old man came closer.

“Looking at his delicate skin, how could he possibly eat that stuff? When I first came, I threw it out directly and Old Ghost Heng hung me up and tortured me!”

“Hahaha, I found that old fellow’s saliva dirty back then and just threw it away. That old fellow directly cut that thing off, and it only grew back with great difficulty, but it’s half the size now…”

…

Mu Wuchen ignored these eccentric old men and simply continued walking forward, following the information he had learned earlier to the place where the criminals were held.

After an unknown amount of time walking downwards, the wailing roars of ghosts and wolves finally emanated from the gloomy prison.

Soon after, one cell after another appeared before Mu Wuchen's eyes.

The pillars of the cells were extremely thick, clearly crafted from special materials, and there were even powerful containment arrays within the cells.

At the cell entrance, there was a special indentation; as long as Mu Wuchen placed the token Old Ghost Heng had given him into it, the cell door would open.

In the first cell he saw, a person was imprisoned.

Mu Wuchen recognized that person; it was the former Holy Son, Chu Tiange.

At this moment, Chu Tiange was disheveled, sitting motionless in a corner, seemingly cultivating.

However, cultivating in such a place was clearly inefficient.

Five hundred years of imprisonment, for a cultivator, was neither long nor short, especially for young prodigies like them.

Presumably, by the time he came out, the other Holy Sons would have long since surpassed him.

Seeing someone approach, Chu Tiange opened his eyes, a look of confusion on his face.

“You are…”

“Mu Wuchen?”

“I vaguely feel that back then, it seemed you saved me…”