A Lin, I'll Take You Away, Gun, I Don't Want You

"Lin Shuguang, this prince was wrong, can you..." It was probably the first time in his life that the Ninth Prince had to apologize so humbly to a disciple of the Baojian Sect.

He suppressed a great deal of anger.

If it weren't for the Nine Demon Scroll, he would never have apologized to a nobody like Lin Shuguang.

What the Ninth Prince didn't expect was that even after he apologized, Lin Shuguang looked like he had no patience to listen, and his words were cut short again.

The Ninth Prince's entire face turned ashen.

He had already lowered himself, but all he got in return was Lin Shuguang's almost insulting disregard.

"Lin! Shu! Guang!"

The entire great hall suddenly erupted in a powerful storm with the Ninth Prince's roar, and countless windows shattered into dust.

The guards responsible for protecting the palace, caught off guard, grunted and spat blood, but still knelt on one knee, not daring to act rashly.

"I! Will! Kill! You!"

The Ninth Prince was truly furious this time, wishing he could lead the Demon Suppressing Army to the Black Prison right now and tear Lin Shuguang to pieces. But he didn't dare. Firstly, he was wary of Sima Tingwei and that madman Ji Feng. Secondly, he was stationed in the demon den by imperial decree, and without it, he couldn't leave on his own accord.

The Ninth Prince was filled with both anger and hatred.

Especially when he felt the connection between himself and the Nine Demon Scroll beginning to loosen, the Ninth Prince couldn't help but become anxious.

On one hand, he hoped it was all his own overthinking and sensitivity that made him suspect Lin Shuguang had tampered with the Nine Demon Scroll.

But on the other hand, he still couldn't convince himself that the Nine Demon Scroll would eventually return to him safely.

"That kid is very strange, I don't know what other tricks he has up his sleeve..."

He recalled that time at the inn, when Lin Shuguang merely flicked his hand, and the Nine Demon Scroll disappeared before his eyes... It disappeared so quickly that even with his Grand Perfection True Fate Realm cultivation, he couldn't sense any trace of power.

So, for a while, he couldn't determine if Lin Shuguang had used some kind of storage ring.

If it were a storage ring, he should have sensed it when he investigated, but he clearly remembered that during the investigation, he hadn't found any storage ring on Lin Shuguang.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Where on earth did this Lin Shuguang hide my Nine Demon Scroll!"

The Ninth Prince, disheveled, roared.

Then he stopped, only heavy breaths remaining. His eyes were bloodshot, like a madman who had gone berserk and wanted to tear someone to shreds.

"Shi Wenliang should be here soon... Retrieve the Nine Demon Scroll and capture Lin Shuguang!"

Outside the Black Prison, at a lodging inn, as the sky darkened, Shi Wenliang pretended to be unconcerned, sitting by the window on the second floor. The peanuts in front of him had already been replaced for the third time... Shi Wenliang anxiously watched the distance. Through the inn window, he could keep a good watch on everyone coming and going between the lodging and the Black Prison.

He had been waiting for a full three hours.

But there was still no sign of Lin Shuguang.

Shi Wenliang frowned, his mind heavy, and popped the last peanut into his mouth. Perhaps it was due to exhaustion, but the peanut tasted a bit moldy.

He furrowed his brow, but his mind was in turmoil, so he didn't think much of it.

In these three hours, he had changed inns five times and eaten twenty plates of peanuts by himself, yet he still couldn't find any trace of Lin Shuguang.

"Where on earth did this guy go?"

Lin Shuguang seemed to have vanished from the world, and despite his abilities, he couldn't find him.

"Did he leave the Black Prison? That shouldn't be right. If he had truly left the Black Prison, how could His Highness have no clues?"

Shi Wenliang was also lost in a daze.

He had already given his assurance to the Ninth Prince, and he heard that an important official would be sent there later.

Shi Wenliang wanted to gain the Ninth Prince's favor, and this was an excellent opportunity. Of course, he wanted to do his best to perform well in this operation.

He touched the sleeping potion he had prepared in his pocket, frowned, paused for a moment, and then got up to leave.

"Clatter."

Unexpectedly, as Shi Wenliang got up, he suddenly felt the world spin, his vision instantly darkened, and he passed out on the spot.

At the same time he fainted, several customers from the two neighboring tables got up and walked over.

They grabbed Shi Wenliang.

"Is it him?"

Another person took out a portrait and compared it with the unconscious Shi Wenliang, then nodded and said, "It's the person the Marquis wanted."

"Take him away!"

The waiter personally led the way. Taking advantage of the deepening night, he opened a secret door on the side and gestured, "Quick."

These people quickly dragged Shi Wenliang into the secret passage.

Lin Shuguang himself didn't know that due to this twist of fate, not only did he avoid any ambushes, but the assassin secretly sent by the Ninth Prince had fallen into someone else's trap.

Lin Shuguang would probably find it laughable if he knew about this.

About a few minutes later, Lin Shuguang's figure appeared at the inn.

"Young master, what would you like to eat?" The waiter personally greeted him with a smile.

"A bowl of noodles, please."

It's unclear if it's homesickness, but Lin Shuguang's first words were this. He himself was startled after saying it, and couldn't help but let out a silent chuckle as the waiter left, seemingly reminded of his sister, Xiao Xi.

Perhaps it was because he had been here for too long, enduring too much hardship alone, that the last shred of tenderness left in his heart was reserved for his family.

"Damn, why am I getting sentimental?" Lin Shuguang chuckled lightly, walking to a seat on the second floor and pulling out a chair to sit down.

While waiting for the large bowl of noodles, he turned his head to look at the street on one side below. He happened to notice how close this place was to the Black Prison.

After a few minutes, the waiter, with a beaming smile, brought Lin Shuguang's noodles. "Sir, your noodles."

With Lin Shuguang's current cultivation, not eating was not a problem. It was probably truly homesickness that made him want to try the noodles here.

He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite, but the taste was far inferior to the kind his Father Lin made at home. He sighed inwardly.

"Buzz."

The void trembled.

Ji Feng's figure appeared. "Finally found you."

His sudden, elusive appearance didn't attract the attention of anyone else in the small shop.

Lin Shuguang remained calm. As he put down his chopsticks, all he could think about was whether he had revealed any clues when he emerged from the Spatial Altar.

The Spatial Altar was one of his trump cards and absolutely could not be exposed!

Ji Feng casually pulled over a chair and sat opposite Lin Shuguang. "You made me look hard for you. If I hadn't been wandering around the Black Prison entrance just now, I might not have realized you were eating here. Here, take this."

He reached out and handed over the jade pendant that Sima Tingwei had gifted him.

Lin Shuguang didn't immediately take it, but asked hesitantly, "What is this?"

Ji Feng poured himself a glass of water and said casually, "Sima Tingwei's gift to you, a protective charm. If you encounter someone like the Ninth Prince again whom you can't defeat, just crush it. It's equivalent to about ninety percent of Sima's strength and can help you resolve some difficulties. Of course, if you offend some major figure, even Sima Tingwei wouldn't be able to save you."

Lin Shuguang was full of suspicion. He didn't seem very familiar with that Black Prison Envoy. Even if it was because of the Ninth Prince's appearance, he shouldn't have received such special care...

While he hesitated, Ji Feng had already stuffed the jade pendant into his hand, reminding him, "Put it away quickly. There are many eyes and ears here. Be careful it doesn't get stolen."

"Thank you, sir." Lin Shuguang flipped his hand, and the jade pendant was already put away.

Ji Feng then said, "How do you feel?"

This abrupt question left Lin Shuguang unsure how to answer. How did he feel?

But he patiently replied, "I don't know what you're referring to, sir?"

Ji Feng glanced around, even casting a spell to set up a formation, and conspiratorially said, "I'll take you with me."

Lin Shuguang: "..."

After a long pause, he forced out a stiff expression. "Sir, are you joking?"

Ji Feng said earnestly, "Although the Black Prison is under the control of His Majesty, and it appears glorious, there are actually undercurrents within. Not to mention you're not yet in the True Fate Realm, but even if you were, relying on the Baojian Sect wouldn't be enough to protect you. Come with me, and I'll personally protect you. At least ordinary Nirvana Realm cultivators wouldn't dare to attack you."

He still couldn't help but want to keep this seedling for the Baojian Sect.

Ji Feng had received a favor from Old Man Chen in the past, so he had a certain fondness for the Baojian Sect. Lin Shuguang, as a disciple personally sent in by Old Man Chen, was, in Ji Feng's eyes, the last hope of the Baojian Sect. For both reason and emotion, he wanted to protect Lin Shuguang well.

He sighed softly, "If I were to say what my Dao is, then what I am doing now is my Dao. I know you have many things you don't understand, but I have to say these words. The Black Prison is a place of contention for many princes. If you stay here, not only will I not be able to protect you, but your identity will also cause you trouble."

On this point, not only Ji Feng, but even Ji Wufeng, who was currently suppressed in the Saber Prison, had said the same thing to Lin Shuguang.

The advice from these people was not unreasonable.

However, none of them could provide Lin Shuguang with a useful solution.

Ji Wufeng warned Lin Shuguang that the Great Gan Dynasty would fall into chaos, but what was his conclusion?

He merely told Lin Shuguang to follow him and join the Taiyi Immortal Sect.

The Taiyi Immortal Sect had already been destroyed by the Great Gan Dynasty for countless years. No matter how strong Ji Wufeng was, he was just one person. The path for the Taiyi Immortal Sect to regain its peak, bearing the stigma of a criminal organization, would be even more difficult than that of the Baojian Sect.

Lin Shuguang naturally was unwilling to choose this.

He didn't want to live a life of constant hiding.

As for Ji Feng...

Lin Shuguang looked up at him. "If I follow you, where will we go?"

Ji Feng introduced in a low voice, "I have two options. The first is that you come to my Ji family. My Ji family is a prominent family in the imperial capital. Once you enter my Ji family, all information will be blocked, and I believe nothing will happen.

The second option is that I actually have another identity, a Grand Scholar of the Inspection Bureau, responsible for overseeing the Great Gan Dynasty. I can bring you in. The Inspection Bureau is not like the Black Prison. You can see from the Ninth Prince's attitude. The Black Prison only has a big reputation, but they still have to show respect to royal descendants. But our Inspection Bureau is different. If you make me uncomfortable, I'll file a complaint. What good are princes? If you violate regulations, I'll immediately note it down. So, our Inspection Bureau is generally disliked in Great Gan.

However, this would be a good place for you. Because our Inspection Bureau is a close-knit organization, if anyone bullies one of us, the other hundred or so members can write hundreds of complaints and impeach them to death."

Lin Shuguang chuckled. This Ji Feng was quite interesting. He was terrifyingly powerful, yet his actions were so down-to-earth. He couldn't help but feel a bit more favorably towards him.

He then asked, "You also know my identity is special. Aren't you afraid it will bring you any negative influence?"

Ji Feng shamelessly feigned indifference. "I'm not afraid for myself, as my fate is strong. As for your special identity, I don't know anything. I'm just recommending you. As for the karma, the Inspection Bureau is large enough to bear it for you."

Honestly, Lin Shuguang was tempted by what Ji Feng said.

However, the Inspection Bureau was in the imperial capital, with many eyes and ears.

Moreover, his own identity was already unusual. Any action he took would surely be scrutinized. It would be inconvenient for him to rely on killing and sacrificing.

The cultivators in the imperial capital would inevitably be more powerful than those in other places, and they would understand the most diverse array of spells.

Lin Shuguang didn't dare to gamble. If the Spatial Altar were exposed, he might even lose his life.

"Let me think." He didn't completely refuse Ji Feng's kind offer.

Ji Feng fell silent for a moment upon hearing this. He wasn't accustomed to persuading people, so he simply stopped trying and changed the subject. He looked at Lin Shuguang with a sincere expression. "Do you want to be a Sect Master?"

"Huh?" Lin Shuguang looked puzzled.

Ji Feng said sincerely, "It's not safe for you to be out here alone. I'll give you a sect, and you'll have experts protecting you when you go out. How about that?"

Lin Shuguang shook his head. "That's too high-profile."

Ji Feng paused, then slowly nodded. "That's true, being high-profile means dying quickly. Forget it then. I'll wait for your news. I'm leaving here in three days, so you must think it over carefully."

"I will," Lin Shuguang nodded.

Just as Ji Feng was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something. "Have you found a place to stay yet?"

"Not yet," Lin Shuguang answered honestly.

Ji Feng reached out, took a key, and tossed it over.

Lin Shuguang caught it easily and heard Ji Feng casually say, "There's a small courtyard in Nanshan Garden you can stay in... regardless of whether you plan to come with me."

"Thank you," Lin Shuguang stood up and cupped his fists in thanks.

Ji Feng waved his hand and had already disappeared from his original spot.

Lin Shuguang gripped the key and smiled silently. "He's a decent person."

After leaving money for the meal, Lin Shuguang took the key and headed to Nanshan Garden.

Meanwhile, inside the Black Prison.

Sima Tingwei understood Ji Feng's intentions and couldn't help but ask, "You gave him your house, so where are you going to sleep?"

Ji Feng said as a matter of course, "With you."

Sima Tingwei's face darkened. "...Get lost."

It was late at night in Nanshan Garden.

"Come find me... True Fate Realm... break through..."

A faint voice drifted over.

Lin Shuguang paused his cultivation and slowly opened his eyes. In the darkness, his eyes shone brightly. He got up and walked step by step towards the ancient well from which the voice was coming