The Final Winner

In the dark dungeon, Jimo Qunfang huddled in a corner, looking at the small window above her head, her heart filled with endless regret.

The father was captured, and the grandmother died. Their whole family became prisoners.

If she had known this would happen, she would never have provoked Sang Ying, or she should have been obedient and not caused trouble from the very beginning when Fu Yinqiu wanted to adopt her.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be a prisoner in the dungeon today, but a high and mighty young lady.

She closed her eyes, trying hard not to hear her mother's frantic howling.

"Fu Yinqiu, Fu Yinqiu, come out here! Jimo Duange! How could you treat us like this? My father-in-law died to save your father! How can you do this to the former head of the family?!" Zhang Huizhen's voice was already hoarse, but even so, she continued to curse the head of the family and his wife without stopping.

In her view, all the tragedies of her life were caused by the two of them!

The people in the West Courtyard had their cultivation completely destroyed when they were thrown into the dungeon. Even if they wanted to start cultivating again, they couldn't sense any Spiritual Qi at all.

This is a punishment even more terrifying than the Spirit-Sealing Lock; it is a punishment for those who betray their clan.

Zhang Huizhen was proud her whole life, but in the end she had to lose all her cultivation and become an ordinary person. How could she accept that?

However, even those with cultivation would find it difficult to escape from the Jimo Household's dungeon, let alone now that they were truly powerless.

Unable to see the head of the household and his wife, Zhang Huizhen seemed to be able to alleviate her inner turmoil by cursing them day after day.

But not everyone could tolerate her nagging. Her eldest son, whom she was always so proud of, impatiently scolded, "Mother, can't you be quiet? What's the point of all this yelling? They've probably already taken Father to settle scores with that person!"

Zhang Huizhen's eldest son was named Jimo Renjie, a name that was originally auspicious and full of hope. However, compared to Jimo Qing, it only brought endless irony to the young man and made his personality increasingly gloomy.

"Renjie, who exactly is behind your father? And why have you never told us about those things?!" As soon as her son spoke, Zhang Huizhen seemed to have found a new outlet for her anger and immediately retorted.

Jimo Renjie hadn't expected his mother to suddenly turn against him, and he only had a vague understanding of the matter. "This was all Father's plan; I only know part of it. Why are you acting like a madman, attacking anyone you can get your hands on?"

Zhang Huizhen trembled with anger at her eldest son's words. "If I've gone mad, it's because of you! If I had known you were all so hopeless, I shouldn't have..."

"So you shouldn't have become dao companion with your father?" Jimo Renjie retorted with a gloomy face. "Ha, do you think you'd have a better choice if you didn't choose your father? Yes, Jimo Duange is powerful and imposing, but unfortunately, he doesn't like you at all and doesn't care about you!"

This was the first time Jimo Renjie had brought this matter to light. He hadn't wanted it to be this way, but he was simply fed up with his mother's constant complaining and even more fed up with her always comparing him to Jimo Qing.

His words pierced Zhang Huizhen's heart like a sharp blade, exposing all her years of resentment and bitterness to the light of day.

She suddenly began to tremble, whether from pain or shame, it was unclear.

Seeing his mother like this, Jimo Renjie felt a pang of pity. He raised his hand to pat Zhang Huizhen's shoulder, hoping to comfort her.

But the next second, he was horrified to discover that he couldn't move!

His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and Zhang Huizhen's trembling shoulders quieted down.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment; the four of them were completely unable to move. But strangely, the insects in the corner were still moving around freely.

"I've heard so much about you all..." The voice came from all directions, as if the other party was omnipresent.

Seeing the fear in their eyes, the man smiled with relief, "I came to pay my respects because I heard you were relatives of the younger brother of the Jimo Household patriarch. I never expected the Jimo Household patriarch to be so petty, unable to even tolerate his own brothers."

The four were still unable to move, but their fear was now impossible to conceal.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you're still trapped by me," he continued. "But allow me to remind you, if you're released and start shouting and yelling without regard for decorum, attracting unwanted attention, I'll be angry."

His tone was casual, but the threat in it sent chills down the spines of the four men.

The feeling of being confined quickly disappeared. After regaining their freedom, Zhang Huizhen and the others huddled together, hoping to find some comfort from their loved ones.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just a passerby who saw something injustice and came to help you," the other person said.

"Since you are all members of the Jimo Household, and are descendants acknowledged by the previous family head, the position of family head should rightfully belong to you! How could your life and death be decided by a single sentence from Jimo Duange?"

Jimo Qunfang had tried her best to plug her ears, but the sounds kept drilling into her head.

Unlike her resistance, desire was slowly growing in the eyes of Jimo Renjie and Zhang Huizhen.

"What's the use of saying all this now? We've lost our cultivation and Spiritual Power, and we're no longer qualified to compete with them!" Jimo Renjie said with deep resentment.

The voice suddenly laughed, "Who said you weren't qualified? I'm here to help you, aren't I? You may have lost your Spiritual Power, but you still have Demonic Qi!"

"As long as you become the ultimate winner, who cares what methods you used?"

"See this bottle of medicine before you? If you swallow it, you will gain power far greater than that of Jimo Duange! Then, won't Rizhao City and the Jimo Clan be yours for the taking?"

Jimo Qunfang huddled in a corner, covering her ears tightly, too afraid to listen to the other person's seductive words.

But while she was distracted, the two people beside her had already taken a step.

"Mother, eldest brother?" The youngest, Jimo He, suddenly called out to them, but they ignored him completely and stubbornly walked step by step to the jade bottle that had suddenly appeared.

Jimo Qunfang, who was standing nearby, suddenly hugged her younger brother and covered his mouth with her hand, not daring to let him make any more noise.

The stopper of the jade pendant bottle was pulled out, and the pitch-black pills inside were poured out.

The pills, which reeked of blood, were now seen as priceless treasures by Zhang Huizhen and her son, making them extremely covetous.

"Swallow them, and you will have everything you desire!" the voice said.

Jimo Qunfang dared not look at what happened next. By the time the dungeon guards realized something was wrong and rushed over, the cell where the four people were imprisoned was already empty.

A note from the author:

Hehehe, another diligent little sparrow today!

Love you all, see you tomorrow!