Zhou Yi still was not at ease. He brought in several more death-row prisoners and had them try touching the bone jade. They all said the same thing.
Only one fellow, a habitual liar, managed to make up a story in an instant.
Seven parts truth, three parts falsehood—if he encountered someone who was not cautious enough, he might well have fooled them.
Zhou Yi asked curiously, "What crime brought you to the Imperial Prison?"
"Reporting to you, sir, this lowly one was originally a Dharma transmitter of the White Lotus Sect."
The death-row prisoner offered up the bone jade with both hands. "I am no longer one. I am willing to ascend Little Dan Mountain with you, sir. Once we master Immortal Techniques, we can establish the Divine Lotus Sect anew..."
Bang!
The Rivers and Mountains Cauldron smashed the death-row prisoner into pulp and took the bone jade inside.
Zhou Yi found several barrels of fire oil and poured them into the dungeon, then set it ablaze. Billowing black smoke choked awake the prison guards on duty.
After a round of firefighting, the flames were extinguished, but the corpses in the dungeon had already been burned to ash.
The guards reported it to the Brocade Guard offices, and in the end, the matter was left unresolved.
Courtyard.
Ever since he had entered the Imperial Prison, it had been abandoned for four or five years.
The jujube tree had grown tall and lush, while grapevines crawled all over the courtyard. The soil was clearly rich and fertile.
Zhou Yi took the gold bars and silver ingots he had prepared long ago. He had originally planned to leave the bone jade in the courtyard, but after careful consideration, he decided it was unsuitable. Instead, he casually found a dry well somewhere