Building a Small Hell, Disrupting the Great Northern Wilderness (Part 1)

Yu Ci felt that his luck was still quite good.

During the dangerous period of Zhan Shuicheng's emotional fluctuations, shifting abruptly between joy and anger, the fact that he was still able to hug the Nine Nether Prison and flee back to his cave dwelling, and furthermore retain his human form without turning into a rat, cockroach, or bedbug, was truly a blessing from his ancestors.

He had even swiped half a plate of immortal fruits on the way back—Xin Yi's "pulling up the ladder after crossing" had not been carried to extremes; at least she left this half plate of immortal fruits. Every single one was a top-tier spiritual root, either nourishing primordial qi or nurturing the spirit, and their effects were extremely potent. If placed at the Suixin Dharma Assembly, they were enough to make cultivators from all sides bash each other's heads in. For Yu Ci, they were certainly no small supplement.

Upon returning to his cave dwelling, he immediately announced seclusion—which in truth simply meant leaving a sign on the stone tablet outside his cave dwelling that read "Undergoing closed-door cultivation, declining visitors."

Of course, before this, he had not forgotten to have a word with Gu Zhi, picking out half of that box of already-refined Infant Tongue Incense and entrusting Gu Zhi to deliver it to the Heavenly Script Branch side and hand it to Su Yu to set her mind at ease. After all matters were properly settled, he sealed the cave dwelling, went to the quiet chamber, and began to study the Nine Nether Prison.

When all was said and forth, Zhan Shuicheng was quite generous. Besides handing the Nine Nether Prison over to him, she also gifted a set of operating methods. This was, after all, a product of the Ruizhu Palace,