Spiritual Energy Between Heaven and Earth

The leader of the Black Armored Army heard Chen Lin's words and couldn't immediately tell if he was telling the truth or lying, finding himself in a dilemma.

Seeing that the leader of the Black Armored Army seemed to be intimidated by Chen Lin's boasting, Duan Xingze immediately spoke up, "Brother Yao, this person is definitely lying. He's a martial arts student from the same martial arts school as me. He couldn't even get into Nanqing Martial Academy, so how could he be someone from the War God Temple? He's just trying to scare us!"

The leader of the Black Armored Army heard this, took a slight look at Chen Lin's somewhat immature face, and suddenly felt a sense of shame and anger at being toyed with. He resentfully waved his hand at his subordinates, "Take him away!"

Seeing this, Chen Lin didn't resist. After giving his father and younger sister a reassuring look, he left with the Black Armored Army.

Chen Hongbo didn't dare to linger either. He immediately pulled his daughter, Chen Lan, onto the donkey cart, cracked the whip, and drove the cart directly towards where Lieyang Martial Arts School was located.

By the time Duan Xingze realized what was happening, the father and daughter had long since disappeared.

In the cold, dark prison cell, the stench of decay and sweat assaulted Chen Lin's senses.

Having spent nearly a month in the slaughterhouse, Chen Lin was already immune to this smell. With his hands behind his back, Chen Lin even had the leisure to carefully observe the environment of the prison cell in this otherworld.

As a member of the War God Temple, Chen Lin didn't take his current predicament seriously at all.

At the end of the prison corridor, the Black Armored Army officer surnamed Yao was communicating with the warden about Chen Lin's identity.

"Old Lin, the guy we just brought in claims to be from the War God Temple. I'm not sure if it's true or not. Don't let your subordinates rough him up yet. Once I find out the specifics of his identity, then we can take action."

"Old Yao, what about Young Master Duan?" Warden Lin's face immediately turned bitter upon hearing this, and he couldn't help but ask.

"We'll find an excuse to stall him for now. We can't risk our lives just to please Captain Duan!" The Black Armored Army officer surnamed Yao sighed helplessly.

"Alright, I'll listen to you. You go and verify this guy's identity information quickly! I'll try my best to stall Young Master Duan here," Warden Lin nodded.

An hour later, under increasing pressure from Duan Xingze, Warden Lin had no choice but to move Chen Lin to an even worse prison cell.

Because there were many martial artists in the Eighty-One Cities of the Five Nations, the social atmosphere was particularly impetuous. Fights and brawls broke out at the slightest disagreement, and cases of people being killed or injured were countless.

Therefore, the prefectural prison was always filled with many vicious individuals.

"Get in quickly!" After shoving Chen Lin, who had been changed into a prisoner's uniform, into a cell full of fierce-looking criminals, the jailer decisively locked the door and turned to leave, not wanting to stay a moment longer.

Inside the cell, a group of burly men with rough faces stared intently at the newly arrived Chen Lin.

One of them, a burly man with a tiger tattoo on his body, lay in the middle of the group, with a thin man fawningly massaging him beside him.

The burly man glanced at Chen Lin's young and handsome face, a flicker of lust in his eyes. Unable to suppress the agitation in his heart, he said in a deep voice, "New kid, hurry up and come give grandpa a leg massage!"

Chen Lin heard this and curiously observed the burly man with the tiger tattoo and his lackeys.

In prisons throughout history, bullying the weak by the strong was a commonplace occurrence.

As a law-abiding citizen who grew up in a sheltered environment, Chen Lin had only heard about such things; this was his first time witnessing it, so he was somewhat curious.

Seeing that Chen Lin didn't react at all and was instead looking at him with an expression he found very annoying, the burly man with the tiger tattoo became angry. He couldn't help but roar at Chen Lin, "Are you deaf, you bastard? Didn't you hear my order?"

"Interesting, truly interesting!" Chen Lin shook his head with a smile, clicking his tongue.

"You're asking for a beating, you bastard!" Seeing Chen Lin's disobedience, the burly man with the tiger tattoo felt his dignity was compromised. He suddenly got up, and his sandbag-sized fist slammed towards Chen Lin's head.

Seeing this, a hint of disdain flashed across Chen Lin's lips. He moved his body slightly, and his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the burly man's wrist and giving it a violent shake.

With a crack, the burly man's eyes bulged, and he let out a scream. Large drops of sweat instantly covered his forehead.

"You want me to massage your legs?" Chen Lin asked with a playful expression.

"This~ Sir, I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. Please, Sir, spare me for my ignorance!" The burly man with the tiger tattoo was in so much pain that his entire face was contorted, and he couldn't speak properly.

"Hmph~" Chen Lin snorted coldly and kicked the burly man flying into a corner of the cell. "If you have any other requests, just tell me. I'll satisfy you."

Thump!

The tattooed burly man collided with the cell wall with a dull thud. Then, he collapsed in the corner, clutching his stomach and groaning, but he didn't dare to let out a single cry, for fear that a loud cry would displease Chen Lin and he would be beaten again.

Seeing this scene, the other prisoners in the cell immediately fell silent. They all squatted silently in the corner, leaving a large space for Chen Lin to choose a sleeping spot.

The prisoners in the nearby cells also became deathly quiet, their breathing becoming noticeably weaker.

"Old Third Liu, what's going on?" The jailer who had left not long ago reappeared. Seeing Old Third Liu hunched over like a shrimp, he said with a playful smile, "Old Third Liu, I'm telling you, the young man who just came in claims to be from the War God Temple. We're verifying his identity. You'd better not mess with him, or I won't be able to save you!"

After saying that, the jailer hummed a tune and left, his behavior a stark contrast to his hurried departure earlier.

"Holy crap! Why didn't you say so earlier, you bastard? You only tell me after I've been beaten! You did this on purpose, didn't you? I just didn't bribe you, and this is how you treat me! Fine, you just wait, I'll bribe you next month!" The tattooed burly man was shocked and terrified. After mentally complaining about the jailer, he looked at Chen Lin's figure with fear. "He joined the War God Temple at such a young age. How could this freak end up in a prison like this?"

Chen Lin completely ignored the dirty dealings between the jailer and the prisoners. He casually found a spacious and comfortable corner. With nothing else to do, he simply closed his eyes and began to recall the Mysterious Origin Body Tempering Technique he had recited at the War God Temple. "Anyway, this technique doesn't require any specific location; I can practice it anywhere. Now that I have free time, I might as well test its effects."

Martial artists possess abilities far beyond those of ordinary people because they continuously temper their bodies.

While Chen Lin was in the prison cell attempting to cultivate the Mysterious Origin Body Tempering Technique, in a teahouse near the prison, Duan Xingze, with a pale face, was fawningly speaking to a young man in white brocade clothes. "Brother Zhou, I heard you're quite familiar with the prisons in Nanqing City. I need your help with something!"

"Just say what you need. Between us brothers, if I can help, I definitely will!" the young man in white promised heartily.

"It's like this, there's a guy named Chen Lin, whom I got thrown into the Nanqing City prison. But I could only get him in, and I can't find anyone in the prison to cripple him. So, can you think of a way to find someone to cripple him?" Duan Xingze said with a venomous hatred.

"What's the opponent's strength?" The young man in white asked directly about the target's strength without hesitation.

The young man in white didn't even bother to ask the identity of someone Duan Xingze could get thrown into prison. After all, if someone had a background, he didn't believe Duan Xingze would dare to offend them.

"The opponent is at the Late Martial Disciple cultivation level, but his strength should be a bit stronger than mine," Duan Xingze said with a grim expression.

"Late Martial Disciple cultivation level?" The young man in white repeated, pondered for a moment, and then said, "That's not a problem. However, as you know, getting help from people in the prison requires some... 'greasing the wheels'!"

"Money is not an issue. Here are two hundred taels of silver. After the matter is settled, I'll give you another two hundred taels!" Duan Xingze immediately took out a silver note and handed it to the young man in white.

"Haha, you're straightforward, Brother Duan. As long as no one dies, four hundred taels is more than enough to cripple someone." The young man in white put away the banknotes and asked with a smile, "Brother Duan, to what extent do you want Chen Lin crippled?"

"Sever all the tendons in his hands and feet!" Duan Xingze said through gritted teeth, stating his demand.

"Oh! Brother Duan, it seems you want to cripple this guy! That's simple!" The young man in white's eyes flickered as he chuckled.

"I want to cripple this guy's martial path," Duan Xingze said hatefully.

"Alright, it's a small matter. Go home and wait for news. I'll arrange for someone to do it right away! You'll have good news by noon tomorrow at the latest," the young man in white confidently assured him.