Chapter 691: Great Sun and Extinction Sun Caught in a Trap

Surrendering to turn oneself in,

Put on the blue pants and white-striped shirt.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth walked expressionlessly through the cold prison, his nose filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"Jiang Ding,"

"Accept government reformation honestly, and be a new person after you get out."

A chubby prison guard said seriously: "At your age, you should have gone to a juvenile detention center. I don't know why you are here. Learn a trade properly inside, and you can make a living when you get out; it will also be useful when you look for a job in the future."

A year passed, and the heat from the *Cultivator* newspaper back then had long faded.

The lifespan of mortals is not enough for them to remember something so distant, let alone a very obscure scientific academic newspaper.

It's more like the big stars who appear on screens every day.

"Mm, I know."

Jiang Ding glanced at him and walked into his own single-cell prison on his own.

"Sigh..."

Behind him, the chubby prison guard sighed and shook his head, thinking he was another hopeless problem youth.

Jiang Ding adjusted his prison uniform and sat cross-legged.

As a Jin Dan cultivator, he did not need food to survive.

But a prison is not a cave dwelling.

It's not like you committed a crime, came in to cultivate in seclusion for a while, and that was it; there is no such good thing.

Jiang Ding glanced at the prison's schedule.

Must get up at seven in the morning, eat breakfast, then exercise for half an hour, then labor from eight to twelve, rest from twelve to two, and continue labor from two to six.

From six to eight in the evening is for studying ideological and moral courses, studying the *Public Security Law* he violated, various articles and cases, and various videos of Jin Dan cultivators repenting and reforming.

The final period from eight in the evening to seven in the morning is for sleeping, or logging into the Immortal Gate Library to study, but no internet access is allowed; one can only read documents and books.

It is now seven forty-three in the morning.

Jiang Ding tidied up, walked out of the prison gate, and followed fellow inmates past him to run for exercise.

"One, two, one"

"One, two, one..."

They formed neat rows, shouting slogans, and ran for exercise under the watch of prison guards.

Jiang Ding was in the crowd, utterly unremarkable.

People of all ages were around, middle-aged, elderly, and young, from all walks of life, not daring to cause trouble in the slightest under the gaze of the prison guards.

"Hey! Great Sun... Jiang Ding!"

"Over here, look over here!"

Suddenly, an excited shout came from not far away: "How come you brat are here too?"

"Aha!"

"I told you, a person like you can't stay idle; sooner or later you'll come to keep me company."

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding looked up.

Sure enough, he saw a tuft of jumping yellow hair, bouncing up and down with the running; beneath the yellow hair was a pale-faced, thin youth looking at him excitedly, as if he had found a kindred spirit.

Jiang Ding was speechless.

Facing the facts, he didn't know what to say.

"Li Ritian!"

"Reform properly, and don't make a scene!"

The surrounding prison guards shouted sternly.

"Okay, okay, Officer..."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun kept apologizing with a smile, dared not say anything more, and buried his head to run.

When the run ended, everyone was panting; after tidying up slightly, they each went to their own workstations and started working.

"Hi, Great Sun Sword Disciple!"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun greeted Jiang Ding; their workstations were close.

This was no coincidence.

Jiang Ding swept his spiritual sense over a pile of parts in front of him; they seemed to be components of an optical recording machine, requiring Nascent Soul-level spiritual sense to manufacture, and there was also a jade slip beside them.

Jiang Ding took a look.

Inside was an introduction to the manufacturing method of a high-precision part for an optical array recording machine named RST-7857; it was very simple, just requiring precision in spiritual sense.

Looking further to the side, the parts on Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's workstation seemed to be components of a fortress-level heavy cannon, something requiring Soul Transformation-level spiritual sense to manufacture; simple, but without Soul Transformation-level spiritual sense, one truly couldn't do it.

This was the labor reformation of high-level cultivators.

It wasn't just making clothes and mending and patching them up.

Their workstations being close naturally meant their cultivation and strength were similar; labor reformation required high-precision production workshops, so they were placed together.

"Senior Master Canghai, long time no see."

Jiang Ding sighed.

He began working with his spiritual sense and magic power, producing the RST-7857.

"How did you get in?"

"Tell me about it."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun was full of interest; he felt that as the host, he had the responsibility to entertain the new little brother: "Let me tell you, the waters in this prison are deep; ordinary people don't know..."

He chattered incessantly.

"Senior, you'll know once you go out."

Jiang Ding did not wish to say more and buried his head in his work.

"Don't,"

"I'll show you something good."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun glanced left and right, repeatedly confirming no one was present, before surreptitiously handing over a book: "Take a look. This is my top-secret treasure, a secret never passed on. If you weren't that little kid Professor Yu Chi's student, I wouldn't show it to you."

"Senior, don't get into pornography; we'll get our sentences increased..."

Jiang Ding immediately sensed something was wrong, leaped far away at once, checked the surveillance, and signaled that he had absolutely no involvement.

But before he could react,

a book had already appeared in his arms; escape was utterly useless.

"Pornography?"

Hearing his words, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun froze, then revealed a lecherous smile: "That actually exists too. Wait a bit longer..."

"No, no, no,"

"Senior, I was joking, just joking."

Jiang Ding found it somewhat unbearable and glanced at the book in his arms.

"Summary of Experience in Sentence Reduction at the Immortal Capital's First Prison — Li Ritian."

"Is it legitimate?"

Jiang Ding was somewhat surprised and quietly flipped through the pages with his spiritual sense: "The Immortal Capital's First Prison was founded on December 6, 5477. The first warden was... The current warden is... There are 759 prison guards..."

"In the past thousand years, over 780,000 people successfully obtained sentence reductions. Summarizing their successful experiences, as well as the personal preferences of wardens and guards, I believe..."

Jiang Ding's gaze was unconsciously drawn in, and he read page after page.

Inside, the data was detailed, citations were abundant, covering ten thousand years of legal code evolution, interpretations of the latest policies, and even some frontier discussions on legal philosophy within the Immortal Sects, along with how external situations might impact sentence reduction laws and regulations, and so on.

Any single part taken out would be enough to utterly crush the law professors of the major schools within the Immortal Sects.

A magnificent masterpiece.

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun was proud and self-satisfied: "This is my life's work; it hasn't been published yet, so outsiders cannot see it."

"You are indeed powerful; that goes without saying."

Jiang Ding was convinced from the bottom of his heart.

After a brief calculation, he realized that through this highly applicable summary of sentence reduction experience, his three-year sentence could be shortened by at most one year, meaning he would only need to serve two years of hard labor.

Without further delay to build suspense, he took some time to explain the incident where he had unintentionally manifested the nascent form of the Jin Zhi Sword, and introduced the article.

"Senior, I believe your Great Sun Tracking Technique, the 'Sun-Breath Sky-Chasing Spirit-Locking Art,' could be improved from the perspective of Jin Zhi causality, using the primordial Jin to pursue ten thousand enemies above and below the heavens."

Jiang Ding suggested.

Immortal Sect cultivators regard intelligence as life.

If enemies could be locked onto faster, more accurately, and from greater distances, a large number of cultivators would survive on the battlefield, and it could even influence the initiative in inter-realm wars.

"That seems reasonable..."

Turning to serious matters, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun put away the study material he had carefully collected over the years, temporarily abandoned his intention to share, and seriously pondered the feasibility.

Three

(End of this chapter)