The Long Years in Prison (Part 2)

No sun or moon existed in the underground prison.

The nine levels of Yongle Dungeon held not only tens of thousands of prisoners.

There were also many prison guards like Wang Chen.

As soon as the time of the rabbit arrived, he woke from deep sleep in an instant.

The dungeon was saturated with Yin Sha energy, mingled with Heaven and Earth spiritual energy to form a peculiar atmosphere.

Cultivators within it easily grew weary and needed longer sleep than usual to recover their peak mental state. Thus, the prison guards worked in day and night shifts.

Wang Chen had not been assigned the night watch yesterday, so he had slept long and well.

After getting up and washing, Wang Chen left his quarters and went to the Duty Hall in Zone C-6 to check in.

He received a duty badge and a portion of Spirit Food.

The duty badge was equivalent to a prison guard's work permit. One had to apply for it before every shift and return it afterward; it could not be taken outside.

The Spirit Food, meanwhile, was the guards' daily ration. It was like the military rations of Wang Chen's Previous Life—custom-made, portioned, individually packaged, and rich in nutrition, though its taste was beyond words.

Guards often complained that even dogs would not eat this Spirit Food!

Yet it contained abundant spiritual power and essence of vital energy and blood, making it highly beneficial to cultivators who worked in the dungeon for long periods.

So everyone cursed and grumbled, yet still ate every meal without fail.

"Wang Chen."

The cultivator in charge of attendance at the Duty Hall said with a smile, "You've been doing quite well lately. You'll soon be promoted to an official prison guard."

Wang Chen smiled. "May your words come true."