Old Acquaintances
The Limitless Sect's territory was quite large, and its underground prisons were even more fortified.
Jiang Zhuoxue's surrender did not lower the guard of Sect Master Wu and the others. After he was locked in the cage, these powerful figures personally placed many restrictions on him to ensure that Jiang Zhuoxue had no chance of escaping before they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't blame us for being heartless. Who told you to leave the Upper Realm and come down to the Lower Realm, and even find such a weak contractor?" Sect Master Wu's words were full of sarcasm.
In his view, most Dragon Race that came to the Lower Realm were abandoned by their clans and had no choice but to leave. Even if something happened to such Dragon Race, no one would care.
Jiang Zhuoxue, knowing her own special circumstances, didn't find a reliable contractor for herself as soon as possible, but instead chose Sang Ying, such a young and inexperienced girl.
Now he's imprisoned; it's all his own fault for poor judgment, he has no one else to blame but himself.
Jiang Zhuoxue listened to his nonsense without uttering a sound. Her eyes, hidden behind the white veil, remained closed, as if she couldn't be bothered to deal with Sect Master Wu and the others.
Sect Master Wu was not annoyed by his attitude. After all, in his view, this person was destined to die, and it was no big deal to let him throw a tantrum before he died.
A group of people looked at the imprisoned dragon in the cage and laughed heartily, as if they could already see their own future breakthroughs and ascension to immortality.
"Keep a close eye on him, don't let this treasure run away. Report to me immediately if anything happens to him." Sect Master Wu paused, his tone deep, "If you handle this task well, the rewards will naturally be plentiful."
He has always been a magnanimous sect leader. If the dragon-slaying mission goes smoothly, he wouldn't mind sharing the spoils with his disciples.
The disciples who had been specifically instructed by Sect Master Wu immediately understood and hurriedly nodded in agreement.
After the powerful figures left the dungeon, they guarded Jiang Zhuoxue's cage with extreme caution, afraid that she might slip away right under their noses.
Inside the cage, Jiang Zhuoxue, who was tightly locked up, suddenly opened her eyes, and several starlight gradually appeared in her pupils.
The sky was obscured by gray clouds, and the air was filled with a repulsive stench of corpses.
The Hidden Nether Realm, where sunlight never shines, is the perfect place to nourish some dark beings.
Two tall men strolled down the street, taking in the strange-looking people passing by.
One of them took a deep breath and couldn't help but sigh, "It's true, I feel a familiar presence everywhere!"
The other person wore a mask, obscuring their face, but their eyes held a hint of mockery, and their words were extremely impolite. "What, you really like this stench of corpses?"
"Hey!" the first one to speak seemed offended. "You know perfectly well what I mean, so don't pretend you don't!"
The masked man ignored him and quickened his pace.
The two hurried through the street, which was filled with the aura of death, and just missed a stall at the street corner that was recruiting new disciples.
The person in charge of the stall was completely wrapped in a black cloth, and no one could tell what he looked like.
He called a new disciple forward to pay his respects, asked a few casual questions, and then asked the person to produce the materials for the corpse puppet he was carrying.
The young man, whose eyes held a hint of ruthlessness, removed the bag from his back and pulled hard, revealing a body that still retained its imposing presence. The corpse's pale face still hinted at the former glory of its owner.
Perhaps not expecting to encounter such good material for a corpse puppet, the black-robed man's breath hitched, and then he extended a thin, black hand that looked like a chicken claw.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a find! You're lucky to have found such a fine corpse puppet." The man in black robes became much warmer and even went on and on praising him.
But the young man did not show any joy; he simply nodded coldly.
"Alright, we'll accept you as our disciple! Let's register." The man in black robes, as if afraid the young man would run away, quickly pulled him over to register.
When asked his name, the young man hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Jing He, my name is Jing He."
He was unwilling to give up his name, because one day he would use it to bring endless suffering to Mara Gate!
This incident didn't bother the two men, who were busy obtaining a secret treasure from a sect in the Hidden Nether Realm.
The two had been planning this for a long time, spending a considerable amount of time in this Hidden Nether Realm. Tonight was the night they would make their move.
"I'm warning you, if you try to frame me again to attract attention, I'll drag you down with me!" The more lively one had made that clear to her companion before infiltrating the sect.
He'd been tricked by his companions far too many times, so he felt compelled to offer a heads-up to avoid being the one to suffer the same fate later.
"Understood," the masked man replied, reluctantly agreeing to his companion's request.
The two were highly skilled in cultivation and possessed a unique concealment Cultivation Method. Upon entering the sect, they vanished without a trace, like fish swimming into the sea.
Only after nightfall completely engulfed the Hidden Nether Realm and the entire sect fell into slumber did the unexpected event suddenly occur.
"Help! Thief!" A cry of alarm echoed throughout the sect, and countless fireflies lit up one after another, illuminating the sect as if it were daytime.
The once quiet sect was awakened by the commotion and immediately became lively. But the "thief" they were talking about had already quietly escaped from the sect, taking with him the treasure he had been searching for for a long time.
Not daring to linger, they knew all too well how keen the noses of the creatures kept within this sect were. They immediately grabbed the treasure and made their escape, not giving the other party any chance to track them down.
After fleeing for several days, they changed their appearance and made a brief stop in a small place.
"Hehe, great. This is the last thing. Now we can go back to see our master!" One of them patted his pouch, his voice filled with undisguised joy.
A hint of joy also appeared in the other's eyes.
But their joy didn't last long, as a strange star map appeared in their dark pupils.
A strange sensation welled up from their chests and spread throughout their bodies. Others might not understand what it was, but the two of them knew it all too well.
This is their "master," summoning the two of them!
"Black Tortoise Realm, Limitless Sect." Two voices rang out simultaneously, carrying a chilling aura.
The two exchanged a glance, then packed their things without a word and prepared to head to the Black Tortoise Realm.
However, the people of the Hidden Nether Realm have always been unwilling to have contact with the outside world, and even the flying boats that go out are very few.
Left with no other choice, the two had to pay several times the amount of Spirit Stone before they could barely find someone willing to go to the Black Tortoise Realm.
On the day they boarded the ship, the owner of the flying boat greeted them with a smile and asked, "May I ask how I would address you two?"
The masked man remained silent with a cold expression, while the other, more lively one, spoke up, "The ship owner can just call me Si Jing."
At this moment, the ship owner, who was no longer young, dared to look up at the other person. He was a smiling young man with a very handsome appearance.
If Sang Ying were here now, she would probably recognize these two as old acquaintances of hers.