Chapter 162: The Arrival of the High Envoy (Please Subscribe)

Creak—

In the inner city's forbidden prison, which was as usual pitch-black and sunless, a mournful, wailing sound erupted from the main gate; Du En, who was in the midst of cultivation, suddenly felt a warning sign, sensed something was wrong, and abruptly ceased his cultivation.

Once his mana flowed back and settled, and his state had just stabilized, before he could even open his eyes, the earthen armor wall that wrapped and isolated his cell suddenly cracked and disintegrated.

From the outside, it looked just like how it appeared when he dispelled it himself, but in reality, it was not!

——An external force had descended violently, disrupting the divine sense Du En had released for defense, causing a large blank area to appear in his soul's senses.

This external force was simultaneously very gentle; after shattering the earthen armor wall, it merely peeled the fragments away piece by piece, as if peeling the shell of a boiled egg.

Du En remained silent.

Finally, when the High Envoy stopped at a certain spot in the inner city, another person not far ahead was looking around; upon seeing him, the person hurried over and bowed respectfully.

By the time he adapted, the other party had already pointed from a distance at his own right wrist.

Hearing the movement of the earthen armor wall, one might think Du En's side had also been startled and was dispelling it to see for themselves!

Only Du En stood up silently, raising his eyes to look at the person before him.

In an instant, the High Envoy departed.

Du En remained silent, deliberately appearing to exert great effort as he employed a method to open the locked cell door.

Continue, and also, those three people as well, next you must...

It did not go deep, merely stopping between the bone and flesh of his right wrist.

Within the forbidden prison, only one person remained.

If you don't obey, then die.

The main gate swayed slightly in the creaking sound, and a little bit of the outside world's light filtered in; it would no longer be closed and cut off from the inside.

At this moment, outside the cell bars, a person was already standing silently.

The newcomer stood proudly; although they were looking at Du En levelly, it carried a sense of looking down from above, revealing a feeling of entitlement, as if they were naturally superior to everyone else.

Du En looked at the other party levelly, weighing the situation in secret, and then spoke again: "Then, how am I to reasonably make contact with the other party?"

Who exactly is this?

The High Envoy said this, tone completely unchanged; regarding the question of their identity, there was no need to provide Du En with any extra proof, from beginning to end, it was only a matter of course.

At the same time, it was also a proof of identity; to dare to kill so brazenly, fearing nothing, with absolutely no scruples, they could only be a high-level figure from the Falling Feather Immortal Gate itself!

Therefore, he only replied calmly: "You don't need to do anything; then, given his temperament, he will naturally come to find you, to find you, this thousand-league horse that others have misjudged, furthermore..."

At this point, a light chuckle, unfinished, leaving one feeling uneasy.

Darkness merged with the other party, as if draping a cloak over them, making it impossible for others to even see their existence.

Whether it was the jailers or the prisoners, new or old, they were all currently astonished and concerned by the sudden opening of the forbidden prison gate, never noticing the arrival of this person at all.

The High Envoy said nothing, standing outside the forbidden prison; bathed in sunlight, the whole person merged with the light, appearing unreachable, like a divine being.

Thump—

Thump, thump...

As for their facial features, they were just ordinary sword-brows and star-eyes, incomparable to this proud temperament; as for their attire, despite being a crisp green robe, it merged completely with the darkness, giving one a strong sense of awkwardness.

Fully displaying the ease of the one who struck!

This was a silent warning.

Then, in a tone that was matter-of-fact and beyond question, they spoke: "You are not yet qualified to know my name, let alone my Daoist name; you only need to know that I come from the sect, and I am an envoy from the sect."

"Those who know the times are heroes."

Du En paused slightly before nodding.

"A High Envoy from the sect?"

With footsteps lifting, the High Envoy continued to move in and out of the city, their tracks ethereal and hard to predict.

At this moment, whether it was the jailers rushing over or the prisoners, new or old, they had all discovered the anomaly at Du En's side.

"..."

Of course, it wasn't that they couldn't go further, so it must be out of consideration, fearing that going too deep would interfere with my situation and instead cause it to be exposed to the eyes of those targeting me?

A spell, or perhaps a secret technique, or even a secret art?

It was obvious that this was a means implanted by the High Envoy to control and manage Du En.

He merely thought calmly and opened his eyes silently.

What is this situation?

Is he officially escaping prison?

The High Envoy nodded as well, then turned around.

The newcomer chuckled, seemingly in mockery, yet also like a sigh—a sigh that Du En was truly calm, daring to be so calm and composed in dealing with someone like them.

"Good, I understand."

Because he had a trump card in his divine ability that could refresh and recover his state, when Du En first reacted, he intentionally retracted his body's defenses, allowing this object to seep into his body smoothly.

Du En did not attempt to stop it at all, because doing so would be entirely thankless.

The reason for the pause was that he had keenly sensed something just adhering to his wrist.

"Correct, now I need someone to follow my orders to execute an operation, and here, only you barely meet the criteria."

His gaze glanced backward, looking into the depths of that dark corner.

"..."

"Simply put, in a short while, another person will come from the sect to execute a sect operation, and I need you to infiltrate and monitor the other party's every move at close range."

"Good, you are out of prison."

You have quite a bit of petty cleverness, still hiding your cultivation strength; hmm, although that method of concealing breath and power has a slight touch of ingenuity, it is ultimately just a crude trick from a corner of the border.

In Du En's field of vision, he saw the entire forbidden prison's hundreds of people—whether prisoners or jailers—as the High Envoy walked away, all fall down one by one, silently losing their breath and their lives.

Leaving Du En a small gap to think and accept, the High Envoy then raised a hand, slowly yet quickly; in Du En's eyes, the movement was captured, but his senses and divine sense did not, the two revealing a thick sense of discrepancy.

Du En calmly made an inquiry.

The thought was like flowing clouds between mountains, soon no longer focused upon, but shifting to another place.

The personnel on both sides were puzzled, dazed.

Clearly I told you not to ask too much, hehe, you are quite consistent inside and out, calm and composed!

The High Envoy thought this, sounding like praise, but in truth did not take these things to heart; emotions were like cloud currents on a high mountain, though flowing and drifting, they could not penetrate into the mountain body at all.

"Who are you?"

Du En nodded in response, his expression unchanged.

It was very obvious that although he had walked out, he was also observing Du En's every move.

They did not see the High Envoy's existence, only seeing Du En standing in the cell, facing outward; just a moment ago, it seemed he was talking to someone?

The High Envoy nodded slightly.

The person who arrived also revealed a look of joy.

(End of this chapter)