Wang Chen, Apprentice Jailer (Part 2)

Snoring rose loudly within the room.

Wang Chen was no longer surprised.

After half a month together, he had long understood Dan Lingfeng's character.

This old jailer could not exactly be called a bad man, but he was first-rate at cutting corners and shirking work. He loved wine as dearly as life itself and was fond of gambling. Aside from not touching women, there was almost nothing about him worth praising.

Yet Dan Lingfeng's heartfelt words just now had refreshed Wang Chen's understanding of this old slickster.

Perhaps his conscience had not entirely died.

Wang Chen quietly left and returned to his own quarters.

Every jailer stationed in the underground prison had a place to live. Though the room assigned to Wang Chen was not large, it was small but complete in every organ. It had all the necessary facilities, furnishings, and daily necessities.

It was even decorated rather warmly.

But do not mistake it for some cozy little nest!

It was said that the enormous dragon turtle carrying Yongle Immortal City lay atop a major spirit vein, drawing in spiritual energy day and night to supply the city's needs.

Thus, the spiritual energy within the Immortal City was exceptionally abundant. Though it could not compare to a true blessed land or grotto-heaven, it was not far off.

This was perhaps one of the important reasons countless Rogue Cultivators flocked toward immortal registration like ducks to a pond.

But the situation in the nine-level underground prison of the Prison Department was completely different.

The farther down one went, level by level, the lower the concentration of spiritual energy became. In its place came Yin Sha energy!

Rumor had it that the location of the nine-level underground prison was precisely the Bixi Dragon Turtle's rectum.

This "pò" was not the "pò"