Chapter 7: Prison Break

"Heavenly Zen Treasure Art"—the internal cultivation method Luo Jingtian taught Chen Guanlou was definitely not a common item found everywhere on the street; it could be considered a medium-grade internal cultivation method.

During the day at home, Chen Guanlou tried to practice internal cultivation.

Sure enough, without a martial pulse, he quickly tasted the bitterness; not only was there no progress, but his whole body was in pain. Especially his internal organs, which felt squeezed by a force, as if they would explode in the next second.

Fortunately, he possessed the Xiao Changsheng Dao Fruit; as long as he had one breath left, the Xiao Changsheng Dao Fruit would repair his body in the blink of an eye. Otherwise, he would have been seriously injured because of forced practice of the internal cultivation method.

After trying, his thoughts became even more clear, and he became even more determined to practice the internal cultivation method. Others couldn't practice it, but he didn't fear the damage to his lifespan because of the Xiao Changsheng Dao Fruit, and he didn't fear the serious injury to his internal organs, so he could completely push through and practice by force.

Since then, he began a life of slacking off at work and practicing martial arts after work.

Thinking that he was immortal, he was afraid that he would forget today in the future—a good memory is not as good as a bad pen—so he decided to keep a diary.

Great Qian, 45th Year of Emperor Taixing, April 18th, Sunny.

Lu Datou lost money gambling and asked me to borrow money. I'm a poor guy; where would I have money to lend him? I only treated him to a bowl of beef noodles.

45th Year of Emperor Taixing, April 25th, Light Rain.

I heard that Xu Fugui and Prison Clerk Zhang are at odds, and the two are currently clashing in front of Jiang Jiang Yucheng Jiang.

45th Year of Emperor Taixing, April 28th, Cloudy.

I saw the bastard who snatched my radish hole—Prison Clerk Wan, who manages the Jia-character prison, the prison with the most oil and water, holding all the imprisoned officials. He obviously recognized me too. As a latecomer, he managed to manage the Jia-character prison, obviously with a deep background, and is temporarily not to be offended. I'll hide from him in the future. Wait until I...

45th Year of Emperor Taixing, May 1st, Sunny.

Great luck—salary paid today. Monthly salary two taels, bonus eight taels. This iron rice bowl, I'm determined to hold it. Even if the King of Heaven comes, I'll hold this bowl of rice firmly.

Should celebrate; tonight, go to the brothel to listen to music!

45th Year of Emperor Taixing, May 2nd, Light Rain.

Prepared a gift and sent it to the Su family. Mother-in-law Su was as snobbish as ever, rarely showing me a smiling face, and was also rarely kind to my elder sister.

As long as Mother-in-law Su doesn't mistreat my elder sister, I'll just send more gifts in the future.

45th Year of Emperor Taixing, May 3rd, Cloudy and Rainy.

Went to the Liu house to send a gift; it's a pity I couldn't see Liu Wan Shi. The maid Xiujuan is quite good, but she has too many bad habits and likes to move her hands and feet.

45th Year of Emperor Taixing, May 10th, Cloudy.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Jiang rarely came to the Heavenly Prison to inspect; it's not very normal.

45th Year of Emperor Taixing, May 12th.

Night shift, slacking off.

45th Year of Emperor Taixing, May 14th.

Night shift, continuing to slack off. Left eye jumps for wealth, right eye jumps for disaster; the right eye jumps non-stop, feeling not very good.

45th Year of Emperor Taixing, May 18th, Light Rain.

Damn it!

Night shift patrol, Chen Guanlou carried his water-fire stick, patrolling the Bing-character prison alone, counting the number of people, determining life and death, just in case.

He had already become familiar with this job. Except for a few new prisoners, the others were all old acquaintances. It's just that the prisoner in No. 13 cell, he still hadn't seen his true face.

Patrolling from beginning to end, preparing to return to the duty room to sleep.

Halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

Quiet!

Tonight's prison was very strange, extremely quiet, quiet to the point of being abnormal. Even in the middle of the night, the prisoners in the prison should have had some small movements. In the long corridor, there was an echo; he should have been able to hear the movement coming from the duty room. Every night at this time, it was the liveliest time in the duty room; how could it be so quiet?

*Teme* of it, something happened.

Regardless of what happened, he definitely couldn't sit and wait for death.

Chen Guanlou didn't hesitate, decisively opened the nearest prison gate, and slipped in directly. He also locked the prison gate by the way.

The prisoner in the prison cell didn't know how long he had been locked up; his whole body was foul-smelling, and his beard and hair covered his whole face like weeds. The prisoner's eyes opened a slit slightly, and Chen Guanlou reached out and gestured to the other party. "Shh!"

As long as the other party helped him this time, there would definitely be a reward in the future.

The prisoner clearly hesitated for a moment, seemingly considering the pros and cons. Soon there was a result, and the prisoner slowly fell asleep again, pretending that nothing had happened.

Chen Guanlou let out a long sigh of relief, covered himself with messy straw, and hid.

He didn't know exactly what had happened, but it didn't prevent him from making a choice based on his intuition. Don't be cannon fodder, hide, and wait for the situation to become clear.

The huge Heavenly Prison was as quiet as a ghost domain. The prisoners in the Heavenly Prison seemed to have received the news long ago, and one by one they were pretending to be dead, pretending to be dead to the point of being unable to die.

The prison guards who were usually showing off their power were nowhere to be seen, leaving only Chen Guanlou, this little shrimp, hiding under the straw pile.

Someone is coming!

Listening to the footsteps, it wasn't just one person coming.

Chen Guanlou peeked out through the straw gap. With this look, he didn't dare to look a second time.

He saw a group of people wearing ghost masks and black cloaks breaking into the prison.

This was clearly the attire of the Ghost Domain Sect in the rumors.

Ghost Domain Sect—only hearing their sound, not seeing their people. No one had ever seen people from the Ghost Domain Sect, but everyone knew that this sect acted secretly, ghost-like, and cruelly. When the Ghost Domain Sect disciples came out, everything was over.

What a bold Ghost Domain Sect, actually daring to break into the Heavenly Prison to break out of prison.

The Ghost Domain Sect people stopped at a position two prison cells ahead, and one of them took out a piece of iron wire and poked it into the lock eye; in a few seconds, he opened the big lock of the prison gate.

The prisoner held in the prison cell was a prisoner who had only entered the prison last month, charged with robbing tax silver. After entering, he was subjected to heavy torture, and these days he had been recuperating in the prison cell. The superiors were worried that he would die, but the tax silver had no whereabouts.

One person walked out of the Ghost Domain Sect group and personally helped the prisoner walk out of the prison cell.

"Welcome, Hall Master!"

The Ghost Domain Sect people all clasped their fists and saluted.

One of them hurriedly presented a mask, a cloak, and a pair of soft, fitting cloth shoes.

Seeing this scene, Chen Guanlou was shocked. He never expected that he thought it was a mere bandit, but it was actually the famous and elusive Ghost Domain Sect Hall Master.

The problem was, since he was a Ghost Domain Sect Hall Master, why did he risk his life to rob tax silver, and was caught by the Six Shanmen and thrown into the Heavenly Prison, suffering heavy torture? This matter, no matter how you look at it, was strange and not normal.

It was more like a statement, or more accurately, a "name-submitting certificate."

Chen Guanlou held his breath, not daring to make the slightest movement; he was afraid of death!

Xiao Changsheng not yet half-way, but the path collapsed—this kind of thing must never happen to him.

The Ghost Domain Sect came quickly and left quickly; after rescuing the Hall Master, they took the person and left quickly.

Chen Guanlou still didn't move, and it wasn't until half an hour later, confirming that there was no danger, that he lifted the straw on his body, left the prison cell, and hurried toward the duty room.

Full of blood and corpses, all three floodgates were wide open. The prison was as quiet as a chicken. He didn't know what the situation was outside the prison.

Chen Guanlou's face was ferocious; he knew very well that he couldn't get out completely. Going out was death! Gritting his teeth, hardening his heart, no longer hesitating, he decisively slammed into the wall and decisively fainted. ===== CHAPTER 8 =====