Chapter 595: Hell!

Jiangnan Jiashan Prison is the most strictly guarded prison in all of Jiangnan.

It is located in a barren mountain over a hundred kilometers outside Jiangcheng, surrounded by continuous mountains and dense primeval forest.

It is said to be directly under the military, imprisoning the empire's most heinous serious criminals.

Anyone locked up here will never get out in this lifetime.

And in the deepest part of Jiashan Prison, there is an even more terrifying place!

Underground Death Dungeon.

This Underground Death Dungeon is said to be built inside the mountain, extending tens of meters deep, with all sides consisting of hard rock.

The cell has no windows, no light, only endless darkness and dampness. The temperature here stays below zero degrees year-round, with thick frost coating the walls.

Rumor has it that only those guilty of great wickedness and unforgivable crimes can enter this Underground Death Dungeon.

Over the past few decades, the number of criminals who have been able to enter here can be counted on one's fingers, and each of them went mad shortly after entering.

This Underground Death Dungeon has remained completely vacant for over ten years.

But today, a group of black-clad people entered here carrying an unconscious young man.

That day, the entire Jiashan Prison was thrown into an uproar.

The prison warden personally opened one iron door after another, the soldiers lined up and stood at attention, not a sound to be heard.

Everyone stared at the black-clad group, their eyes full of awe.

No one knew who these black-clad people were, and no one dared to ask.

They only knew that these people came from Kyoto, possessed the highest-level clearance, and could enter any area of the prison at any time.

The black-clad people passed through one iron door after another, walked down long corridors, and finally arrived before a heavy iron door.

The iron door was pitch-black all over, covered with rust spots, looking extremely old.

The door had three locks, each requiring a different key to open.

The leader of the black-clad people took out three keys from his bosom and opened them one by one.

The iron door emitted a dull sound and slowly slid open to both sides.

A bone-chilling cold air surged out from behind the door, as if opening the door to an ice cellar.

The black-clad people carried Jiang Feng and stepped inside.

The iron door slowly closed behind them, cutting off all outside sounds.

Inside the Underground Death Dungeon, it was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Only a few dim yellow wall lamps on the walls emitted a faint light, barely illuminating a radius of several meters.

The cell walls were rough rock, covered with thick frost, feeling ice-cold and bone-chilling to the touch.

The floor was also paved with rock, uneven and pitted, with some icy water accumulated.

The air was filled with a moldy and metallic rust smell, making people feel uncomfortable.

At the far end of the cell stood a massive iron rack, with several iron bars running across it, from which iron chains and hooks hung.

The black-clad people placed Jiang Feng beneath the iron rack and then, scrambling, bound him to it.

They threaded iron hooks through Jiang Feng's pipa bones—an extremely cruel punishment; the hooks pierced the bone, suspending his whole body.

With the pipa bones locked, any cultivator's true qi cannot circulate.

Iron chains wound around Jiang Feng's limbs, firmly fixing him to the iron rack.

Each chain was as thick as an arm, engraved with runes, specifically used to seal cultivators' meridians.

After doing all this, the black-clad people stepped back a few paces and stood with hands at their sides.

The leader of the black-clad people glanced at the unconscious Jiang Feng, curled the corner of his mouth into a cold smile, then turned and walked out of the cell.

Their footsteps gradually faded away, and the iron door closed once again.

The cell returned to a deathly silence.

Jiang Feng felt dazed, his consciousness as if sinking into deep water…

He felt his body heavy and cold, as if something were pressing down on it.

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand jin, refusing to budge.

He didn't know how long had passed before he finally began to wake slowly.

All around was pitch black; only a dim yellow lamp above his head emitted a faint glow. That light was so dim it could only illuminate a small area around him, while farther away lay endless darkness.

Jiang Feng sensed his breath dissipating, the true qi in his dantian as if sealed by something, completely unable to be mobilized.

He attempted to circulate the Grand Void Nourishing Spirit technique, but his meridians felt blocked, and the true qi could not flow at all.

He lifted his heavy head, wanting to see his situation clearly.

But the next moment, a sharp pain shot from his shoulders, making his body jerk violently.

His pipa bones had been pierced by two iron hooks, suspending his whole body from the iron rack. The hooks stabbed into the bone; this pain was not an ordinary flesh wound, but an excruciating agony from deep within the marrow.

Moreover, his limbs were tightly bound by arm-thick iron chains.

The chains were etched with dense runes, emitting a dim light, specifically designed to suppress cultivators' power.

Jiang Feng instantly realized he had still been caught.

He gave a bitter laugh, pulling a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.

While treating Ye Zhonghai, he had faintly sensed that something was off.

The resonance between that black qi and the Boundary Force was too coincidental, as if it had been meticulously designed.

Ye Zhonghai's condition, Ye Xiaoyue's appearance—each link was tightly interlocked.

But he never expected that Ye Xiaoyue would actually cooperate with outsiders to frame him.

That woman really is crazy.

Before he could even determine where he was, a soft, yin-like voice suddenly sounded.

That voice was neither high nor low, neither hurried nor slow, carrying an indescribable leisure and composure.

Breaking the Golden Body, yet able to wake so quickly…… Mr. Jiang's strength is even greater than I expected.

Jiang Feng raised his head, his vision dim, but he still Obscurity saw a figure.

That figure stood in the darkness, unable to see the face clearly, only able to see an Obscurity outline.

He was tall and stout, wearing a black robe, hands behind his back, standing like a statue.

Jiang Feng gave a bitter laugh, his voice hoarse.

"You are not ordinary either, to set up such a big scheme just to plot against me?"

That person seemed to understand Jiang Feng especially well, and spoke lightly.

"Not being serious won't do. Divine Doctor Jiang comes from Kunlun, with countless methods, and at a young age he has already reached Half-step Wu Zun Cultivation. If it weren't for that small flaw of valuing emotions, you…… would simply be invincible."

Jiang Feng gave a wry smile, already understanding everything in his heart.

As expected, I was still tricked by that woman Ye Xiaoyue.

He vaguely remembered that, before he lost consciousness, Ma Jian seemed to have been beaten while trying to protect him.

That person's palm struck Ma Jian's chest, Ma Jian spat blood and fell into the corner of the wall.

Jiang Feng's heart felt a sharp pain, he gritted his teeth, raised his head, his voice hoarse.

"How is Ma Jian?"

That person sneered.

"He's a good guard dog, His Seat spared his life. Rest assured, he won't die. But he'll have to lie in the hospital for a few months."

Only then did Jiang Feng relax, letting out a breath of relief.

Ma Jian being fine is good; that foolish kid always rushes to the Front to block blades for him.

But he still couldn't figure out how the other side had planted a foreshadowing inside Ye Zhonghai's body.

That Black Qi was obviously planted in advance, waiting for him to trigger it.

Jiang Feng asked decisively.

"How did you plant the Black Qi inside Ye Zhonghai's body? Uncle Ye's illness was your design from the start?"

That person fell silent for a moment, seemingly not expecting Jiang Feng to ask this question.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a hint of a smile, but he did not answer.

He merely spoke lightly.

"Jiang Feng, to be frank, His Seat means no offense to Kunlun. As a Kunlun Descendant, if you can cooperate with His Seat, His Seat guarantees you will come out unharmed this time."

Jiang Feng asked coldly.

"What if I don't cooperate?"

That person fell silent for a moment, his tone becoming even more low.

"Jiang Feng, do you know where Here is?"

Jiang Feng raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the dim room; around were rough stone walls, cold Iron Chains, and endless darkness.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a hint of a teasing smile.

"Looking rather gloomy, could Here be Hell?"

That person fell silent for a moment, shook his head.

"No, but Here is a Place more terrifying than Hell."

He paused, his voice becoming even colder.

"If you do not cooperate, His Seat guarantees you will remain in Here for the rest of your life!"