Chapter Fifteen: Rescue (Part 2)

Yin Xuege lay on the ground, bound by shackles and unable to move. He gasped for breath, finally recovering from the intense pain. His heart beat powerfully, and a faint green halo flowed through his blood, rapidly healing his shattered bones, twisted nerves, and damaged blood vessels. He soon regained his strength.

Struggling with all his might, Yin Xuege helplessly discovered that the shackles and chains binding him weighed at least three to five hundred pounds. Furthermore, countless restrictive runes were densely inscribed on the torture devices, suppressing all his strength. He could barely sit up, and standing or walking was extremely difficult.

From across the way, Wumu's weak howl sounded, "Hey, little bat, you still alive? Say a few words to Lord Wumu! Wanna know about your mother? Ahaha, your mother, Yin Huangwu, she's a really twisted woman!"

"Lord Wumu almost had his tail chopped off by her back then! Haven't seen her in over twenty years, didn't expect her to even have a kid?"

"Shut up!" A deep, rough shout rang out. To speak with Yin Xuege, Wumu had poked his dog-like nose out of the air vent again. A guard in heavy armor suddenly charged over and slammed his metal shield hard onto Wumu's nose. Poor Wumu's nose, the most vulnerable part of his body, was hit, causing a gush of blood. In pain, he wailed and hopped around the prison cell, clutching his nose, no longer able to make noise.

Yin Xuege let out a few 'hehe' laughs, shouting gleefully, "Wumu, you shouldn't be a werewolf leader, you should be a crow!"

"A, a crow?" Despite the excruciating pain in his nose and the constant bleeding, Wumu still roared, "I am the great Lord Wumu, I am the great Silver Wolf Commander Wumu! You can insult my race, but you can't insult the great Lord Wumu himself!"

The crackling sound of thunder echoed incessantly as a guard fiercely activated the restraints in Wumu's cell. The noisy Wumu yelped as he was struck by lightning. His fur stood on end, and he spat out a puff of smoke. Having suffered several heavy blows today, he finally exhausted his energy and fell completely silent.

Yin Xuege's smile vanished. He sat on the ground with a gloomy expression, lowering his head to ponder his chances of escape.

Outside the Blood Prison, Jiang Rusheng and three Grand Consuls politely boarded a luxuriously decorated small flying vehicle. Escorted by dozens of other flying vehicles, this magnificent vehicle, shimmering with golden light, cut through the air, swiftly heading towards the Executive Government of the Great Berlin City-State.

Neither the three Grand Consuls nor the guards of the Blood Prison noticed that from where Jiang Rusheng had stood moments before, a nearly transparent green copper coin lightly floated up. A pair of delicate wings unfurled from its sides. After a few flaps, the small copper coin streaked through the air in a green light, rapidly flying towards a certain area within the city of Great Berlin.

Inside the Executive Government of the Great Berlin City-State, all twelve Grand Consuls of the city-state had gathered. They entered the most secret small conference room of the Executive Government. In the conference room, Jiang Rusheng spoke words that caused everyone's expressions to change in an instant.

"According to the ancient texts passed down in our Jiang family, combined with the clues we've uncovered over the years, we can prove that in three months, within the territory of your Great Berlin City-State, a hidden dwelling left by an ancestor of our Jiang family is set to open! It contains items of great importance to our Jiang family members. We hope to receive the permission of you Grand Consuls to help us open the dwelling and retrieve our ancestor's remains."

The expressions of Fainlan and the other thirteen Grand Consuls turned peculiar all at once. They stared blankly at Jiang Rusheng, unable to speak for a long time.

After a long pause, Allen was the first to recover from his shock. He looked at Jiang Rusheng and asked very seriously, "Esteemed Jiang Rusheng, is the hidden dwelling you speak of one that predates the Era of Dharma Decline?"

Jiang Rusheng looked at the thirteen Grand Consuls before him with a smile and nodded earnestly, "That was the hidden dwelling of our Jiang family's ancestor, Jiang Yichen, from fifteen generations ago, before he attained enlightenment. During the Era of Dharma Decline, spiritual energy waned, and this dwelling sealed itself, disappearing from the world. Now, at the End of the Dharma Age, the laws of heaven and earth are re-condensing, and the spiritual veins of heaven and earth are regenerating, which is why this dwelling shows signs of opening!"

Fainlan clasped her hands tightly, her fingers twisting into a knot. She stared at Jiang Rusheng, her eyes unblinking, and exclaimed with disbelief, "But shouldn't your ancestor have established a hidden dwelling in the East?"

Jiang Rusheng spread his hands helplessly, "Our ancestor was a person of enlightenment; his actions are unfathomable. How can we speculate? Perhaps he merely wished to leave a secondary inheritance for the disciples of our Jiang family overseas. Who can say for sure?"

Before the thirteen Grand Consuls could speak, Jiang Rusheng smiled and said, "Our Jiang family only desires the cultivation scriptures within the dwelling and the various magical artifacts left by our ancestor. All other external items will belong to you!"

The spirits of Jolus and the other Grand Consuls immediately soared. They exchanged glances and immediately engaged in bargaining with Jiang Rusheng. A hidden dwelling left by an enlightened cultivator from the East before the Era of Dharma Decline – what a rich and substantial cake this was! Even though Fainlan had some acquaintance with Jiang Rusheng, even saving his life back then!

But friendship was friendship, and business was business. This profit could absolutely not be let go of, not even an inch!

Time ticked by, and Jiang Rusheng and the Grand Consuls argued heatedly, their mouths frothing. No one paid attention to anything happening outside anymore.

The night was hazy, and the moon slowly rose from the east. The Blood Parrot, a celestial surveillance treasure created by the Blood Demon clan, shone with cold, merciless blood-red light as it leisurely crossed the sky.

A faint white mist rose from the ground, enveloping the heavily guarded Blood Prison in the core area of the Great Berlin City-State.

On such a moonlit night, the appearance of white mist was clearly abnormal. However, no one reported this to the city-state's high command, because all the guards within the Blood Prison were falling unconscious one after another under the invasion of this white mist.

A middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in an apricot-yellow Bagua robe, holding a Fishing Drum in his left hand and carrying a Turtle Scale Green Steel Sword in his right, led dozens of figures, intermittently visible in the white mist, and slowly approached the gate of the Blood Prison. They entered as if nothing was there, proceeding directly to the deepest level of the Blood Prison.

Yin Xuege was lying in the Blood Prison, lost in thought, still unable to figure out a way to escape.

Wumu was still chattering incessantly in the prison cell opposite him, now asking Yin Xuege if he had a crush on anyone!

Suddenly, a few faint whistling sounds pierced the air. Several streaks of green light rapidly flashed through the tunnel. The heads of over a dozen guards patrolling the tunnel flew off, falling heavily to the ground.

A figure suddenly appeared at the air vent of Yin Xuege's cell door. He peered inside, then nodded vigorously.

"Found him, it's this little guy!"

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Eastern cultivators have appeared!!!

Everyone cheer and vote! Things will start getting lively gradually from here on!

Of course, the protagonist's power is essential! A monstrous talent is born!

The protagonist has Eastern blood, and his destiny lies in the East! (To be continued)