Prisoners

"Ah!!!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a miserable scream, lowering his head to see two thick Fine Steel Collar Chain piercing his shoulder blades hard, hanging him firmly on the wall like a piece of air-dried rotten meat.

The pitiful Level 29 soul power within his body was squeezed completely dry under these specially made chains.

"Stop wasting your breath howling, Grandmaster."

A hoarse voice containing the aura of death came from the opposite cell.

Yu Xiaogang followed the sound, only to see that the disheveled and foul-smelling figure in the opposite cell was actually the once infinitely glorious supreme head of the world's top auxiliary school, Ning Fengzhi!

"Master Ning! How did you also..."

Yu Xiaogang's face was full of disbelief.

Ning Fengzhi did not look at him; those hollow eyes stared fixedly at the black ceiling of the cell, and an ugly, miserable laugh worse than crying came from his throat:

"Me? I was used by my most beloved biological daughter as a bargaining chip to please a man, selling both my underwear and the entire school to Spirit Hall. The century-old foundation of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has now become an armory in Ye Yuan's hands..."

Ning Fengzhi turned his head and looked at Yu Xiaogang, as if looking at a clown in the same miserable situation:

"Right now, you and I are just a couple of stray dogs kept by Ye Yuan down in this underworld waiting to die. Accept your fate."

"No... Impossible!!"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang collapsed, struggling frantically on the iron chains, roaring in the Death Dungeon like a mad dog:

"Little San is the Son of Destiny! He has Twin Spirits! He will definitely come to save me! When he makes a comeback, he will completely trample Spirit Hall to the ground!!"

"Xiaogang... Stop shouting... Save some breath..."

In a slightly darker corner nearby, Flander, whose shoulder blades had also been pierced, weakly spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

This once money-grubbing, shrewd, and capable Shrek headmaster now didn't even have the strength to raise his head.

His limbs had already been broken, and he slumped in the corner of the wall like a pile of mud.

"Erlong betrayed... Old Zhao died... Shrek is gone..."

"Wuwuwu... Headmaster, Grandmaster, stop talking..."

In another iron cage right next to them, Oscar and Ma Hongjun were currently crying with snot and tears streaming down their faces, urine and feces leaking out together.

As reincarnators who retained their memories from their past lives, their despair at this moment was ten thousand times deeper than that of Yu Xiaogang and the others!

Fatty Ma Hongjun cried out in a breakdown:

"Third Brother is finished! His heel tendons were severed by the Saintess, and he was snatched away as rations by an unknown monster! History is completely messed up! Ye Yuan is simply an invincible demon, we are completely finished!!"

"You're talking nonsense! Little San can't possibly lose!!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes split open in anger, and he suddenly raised his head. That beaten, disfigured face suddenly welled up with a morbid fanaticism and obsession!

He was like a drowning person grabbing desperately onto a nonexistent straw, frantically brainwashing himself and the people around him:

"Think about it carefully! Why didn't Ye Yuan kill Little San in the end!"

"Because he didn't dare!! Because the strength of that monster that snatched Little San away is too terrifying! Even Spirit Hall's second supreme elder didn't dare to give chase!!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes shone brightly, as if he had grasped the only truth in the world, his voice turning sharp and hoarse from excitement:

"That person is Clear Sky School's ancestor Tang Chen! Although his appearance has changed, he is definitely Tang Chen!! He took Little San away definitely because he took a fancy to Little San's twin-spirit talent and wants to take him to a top-secret location for special training!"

Hearing these words, Oscar, who had previously been desperate to the extreme and leaking urine and feces, trembled violently all over.

A trace of absurd yet life-saving straw-like faint light suddenly lit up in his peach-blossom eyes.

"Right... That's right!"

Acting as if he had gone mad, Oscar scrambled on his hands and knees to the edge of the iron bars, trembling all over with excitement:

"Fatty! Have you forgotten how we became gods in our past lives? Third Brother is the inheritor of both the Sea God and Asura God dual god positions!"

"That killing intent... The killing intent on that monster... That is the aura of Asura God!! It must have gone to take Third Brother to initiate the Asura God trials! As long as Third Brother enters the god trial grounds, even if his legs are broken, once the divine light descends, he can regenerate severed limbs!"

Listening to Oscar's words, Ma Hongjun froze for a moment, then followed suit by laughing hysterically like a lunatic, tears mixed with dirt crisscrossing across his face:

"That's right! Third Brother is invincible! He could become a god in his past life, so what are a few heel tendons! As long as Third Brother returns as a god, that bastard Ye Yuan and everyone in Spirit Hall will all die!! We can still become gods!!"

Watching these lunatics hypnotizing each other and dreaming grand dreams of becoming gods.

Ning Fengzhi in the opposite cell sneered like an idiot:

"Crazy... Completely crazy."

"A five-year-old disabled kid with his heel tendons severed gets snatched away by a monster that anyone with eyes can tell is seizing bodies to eat people... You bunch of fools are actually expecting him to become a god inside the monster's belly and come save you?"

"Look at what you pathetic ghosts look like right now—you can't even drink a mouthful of clean water, yet you're still here daydreaming?"

"What do you know!!"

Yu Xiaogang roared in retort,

"How can sparrows and swallows understand the ambitions of swans! I, Yu Xiaogang, have studied spirits my whole life, and my judgment of people is never wrong! Little San is definitely no ordinary man! Let's just sit here and wait! Wait for the day when Little San masters his divine skills and stomps this Spirit City into pieces!!"

Just as this group of people was arguing fiercely over that illusory hope.

"Clang."

The heavy raw-iron large door was pushed open from the outside.

The sound of clashing chains rang out.

Bai Chenxiang, whose soul power was completely crippled and who was wearing a suit of coarse linen clothes, carried two huge wooden barrels emitting a pungent, sour stench with an ashen face, walking in apathetically.

Hearing the door open, Yu Xiaogang and the others, who had just been making bold assertions about waiting for Tang San to stomp Spirit City into pieces, instinctively swallowed their saliva, their stomachs emitting a loud roar.

They had been starving for three whole days.

Bai Chenxiang walked up to the cells, expressionlessly picked up a rusted broken water ladle, and poured the soured, stinking swill—which even floated with a few unknown vegetable leaves—along with leftover dregs, through the iron bars ruthlessly onto the faces of Yu Xiaogang, Oscar, and the others, as well as the muddy ground in front of them.

The sour, spoiled water flowed down Yu Xiaogang's face, trickling into his mouth.

The Grandmaster who had just been shouting about the ambitions of swans was now acting like a starved old dog, casting aside every shred of dignity as he desperately stuck out his tongue to lick the sour water from the corners of his mouth, even struggling to reach the residue on the ground.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun, these two future gods, dropped directly into the mud, fighting like pigs over a piece of rotten vegetable leaf.

Bai Chenxiang looked coldly at this group of pathetic and laughable madmen, turning around numbly.

"Eat. Once you're full, you'll have the strength to continue dreaming your spring and autumn dreams. And slowly endure in this dark hell until you die."