Entering Prison

Better charge into battle than enter the Forbidden Prison dungeon!

This was the consensus among Yongle Immortal City cultivators. Even if Jia Sidao had not said so, Wang Chen could have learned it from others.

Thus, in a coaxing tone, he said, "Fellow cultivator, I, Old Jia, do work that cannot stand in the light, but I never deliberately cheat people. Compared to the Assault Camp and the Prison Department, joining an immortal clan is the better choice."

What was wrong with serving others like an ox or horse?

It was still better than surviving nine deaths out of ten!

"I know of an immortal clan recruiting fresh talent. If you are willing, Fellow Cultivator, I can recommend you..."

A trace of ill intent appeared deep in Jia Sidao's eyes.

After hearing him out, Wang Chen took out another Spirit Stone and placed it before him.

"This is your payment."

Jia Sidao craned his neck forward, utterly dumbfounded. "Seriously?"

"Why is it a Lower Spirit?"

The payment Wang Chen had given him was, astonishingly, a Low-grade Spirit Stone.

The difference between a Lower Spirit and a High Spirit was ten thousandfold!

"What you told me was worth only this much."

Wang Chen said flatly, "Do not think I cannot see what you are thinking. I simply do not wish to fuss over it with you."

Though the other man had concealed it very deeply.

That faint malice directed at him could not escape the perception of his Divine Soul.

"Fine, fine, fine!"

Jia Sidao laughed in rage. "Rogue Cultivators these days truly are something else. Then I wish you a bright future, Fellow Cultivator, and may you ascend to heaven soon!"

Wang Chen smiled. "I'll accept your auspicious words."

As if he had not heard the curse hidden in the