Chapter 435

Familiar lethargy and darkness.

After losing the perception of the real world, consciousness fell into the deep sea without light, but after constantly sinking and arriving at the "seabed", another world spread out before him in this deepest place.

Mind-Spirit Realm.

The deep firmament shrouded the distant mountains, and in the deepest part of the boundless purple bamboo, the gate of the immortal realm was buried.

Pei Ye wandered in the white mist, no longer feeling cold and dangerous. They were like smooth silk, letting him play with them at will between his fingers.

He raised his head and looked at the long beard that was unreachable in the sky, and for the first time felt incomparably safely that the Immortal Lord was sealed behind a solid barrier.

【West Court Heart】 was not to destroy the connection between the host and the Imperial Decree, but to cut off the connection between the Imperial Decree and the Immortal Lord.

This was of course correct. It was very clear that the Imperial Decree could have countless hosts, but there was only one Immortal Lord.

That distant gaze still existed, but the countdown to the descent at least temporarily stalled. Letting "Purple Bamboo Forest" merge into the Mind-Spirit Realm, this heaven and earth passage would no longer open from him.

Pei Ye looked at the vast and miraculous world before him, believing that he had obtained a treasure rarely seen in the world in the quality of "mind and spirit" that transcended cultivation, but he was indeed young and unfamiliar. Except for those desperate but simple confrontations he had experienced, he had not yet set foot in this mysterious and profound field.

"Heart Sword" might not be counted as one of them, because Pei Ye found that it did not rely on the mobilization of the Mind-Spirit Realm, but instead relied on the real sword held in his hand in the material world.

Thus, he also realized more and more truly: "Sword" or it was really an immortal power scattered to the whole human world.

It possessed its current status precisely because it stood so exceptionally outside the entire cultivation system. Its high and low did not rely on mystic Qi, did not rely on heaven and earth, did not look at status, and did not look at cultivation. As long as there was a sword and a tree of true Qi, the pulse realm could also kill the Mystic Gate with it.

Although, the sword art that could cross the gap of mystic Qi was itself a miracle.

Pei Ye thought about these things and climbed this wind and snow god mountain in the West Court Immortal Realm again. He had just lit up one of these seven god palaces, precisely to establish a deep and solid connection with the West Court Heart.

As an immortal relic of the same status as the Imperial Decree, if he could touch the nine-fold abyss through the Imperial Decree, then the immortal pearl connected him to the real human world.

When he entered this immortal hall and stood before the ancient jade platform, a true and solid power opened its arms to him.

From the soil he stepped on, from this heaven and earth itself.

Pei Ye looked at the god seat cast by mystic scales behind the jade platform. It was high, beautiful, and mysterious. No one blocked him, but he did not rush to sit on it. Here he seemed to have a natural calmness. He raised his head and looked at the three god halls that were still untouchable above through the hall roof, wondering which one 【Great Liang】 was.

Pei Ye walked out of the palace, sighed lightly, and continued to patrol in this vast and desolate world, as if a lonely monarch.

Only the little cat could say a few words.

"What is my situation now?" He asked with some worry again.

"Doesn't seem to be dead."

"..."

Pei Ye could not demand a better answer from it, because he knew that the black cat could not see himself now. The two of them were separated after the carriage finally stopped.

Pei Ye did not come to his Mind-Spirit Realm voluntarily. In fact, he couldn't get out now, because his body had fainted again.

—Some people you think are easy to get along with when you first meet, but after you know them, you feel they are cold and ruthless.

When the sound of horseshoes finally stopped, Pei Ye looked at Yan Feiqing pointing at the back of his neck in a trance. That clean and plain face was official, without any intention of explaining two sentences to him.

Pei Ye wanted to open his mouth to stop it in horror, but this date Taoist was really too fast. He didn't ask a syllable, and his eyes rolled, and he slumped down.

I don't know when and where this was, and I don't know what kind of person was going to do what to him next. Pei Ye wrote in every letter that he had friends and backers in the Divine Capital, but in fact, he was still a prisoner whose life and death were uncertain. He was imprisoned in a cage with heavy black curtains all the way, his shackles were never removed, no one passed any word, and every letter sent out was carefully reviewed. He never had the chance to know any information from the outside world.

Who was responsible for this case of his, what was their attitude, these were not things that the criminal himself was qualified to know.

He didn't even know why he was transferred to the Divine Capital, and how he would be dealt with in the end. Now he was inexplicably fainted again. He was a fish on the chopping block.

The only thing that could prove he was still alive was this Mind-Spirit Realm that had not yet dissipated.

Pei Ye sighed lightly, sat cross-legged on a large stone, and looked at the desolate immortal country buried in snow quietly.

I don't know how long later, consciousness finally felt the upward pull again.

Heavy body.

Sluggish, and narrow perception, the whole person was still dizzy. He felt that his heartbeat and breathing were a bit difficult, and some discomfort came from his face, as if his cheeks suddenly had weight.

After being deprived of true Qi, the cultivator would fall back to a mortal very uncomfortably, worse than climbing back to the shore from light water, more like a bird that can only fly freely can only crawl on the ground.

Pei Ye had been somewhat used to it all the way down. Now that he rose from the Mind-Spirit Realm, this sudden extra weight was so vivid.

Pei Ye frowned, but heard the black cat sigh softly in his abdomen: "I hate that this body is not mine."

"..."

Pei Ye looked down at it silently.

"Nurturing cannot be broken." The black cat said.

"..."

Pei Ye didn't have the mood to joke with it, because although this Immortal Hunt was definitely strictly watched, it still enjoyed its light and powerful body. He was really a bit uncomfortable at this time.

Without true Qi to restore his state, Pei Ye tried hard to distinguish the environment he was in amidst dizziness... obviously it was still a deep prison.

No sound could enter, the darkness around was completely silent, and a dim little lamp was lit in the room. He subconsciously raised his hand to support the ground and move toward it, but the unexpected stiffness suddenly came, the action chain broke, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Pei Ye supported his body with his hands and face in embarrassment, panting and looking down, only then did the strange stiffness fall into a real feeling—he was still in a single garment, disheveled and barefoot, with foot shackles on the ground, but from the forearm to the hand, he was firmly locked by a precise iron tool. The dim device patterns flowed, and his five fingers could not bend at all.

"..."

Pei Ye stood up swaying, walked out of the light, and knocked around the walls—all solid cast iron.

He smiled helplessly, sat down leaning, and believed that this life was completely out of his own hands this time.

He counted his nose breaths to calculate the time. I don't know how the outside world was deciding his fate. Only four hours passed, and not even anyone came to deliver food or water. His body was already a bit unbearable.

But at this time, he suddenly woke up, his ears pricked up—finally heard some very faint and vague sounds.

That was footsteps coming from above outside the prison, clearer and clearer, gradually with the sound of echoing—definitely more than five people.

Every footstep was very steady and even, obviously all carrying cultivation of varying depths.

Pei Ye was frowning and hanging up his mood, but suddenly heard the black cat say: "From the moment you entered the capital, the Immortal Platform spent three hours deciding this result. The judgment document they brought down now is the final disposition of the Divine Capital Immortal Platform for you."

Pei Ye was stunned. He didn't understand why the black cat knew these things, but the information in the words had already made him tense his body.

The footsteps outside the prison stopped at the door at this time. In the darkness, Pei Ye only saw a few blurred shadows, but he knew that he must be clearly in everyone's eyes.

A moment of silence, as if every gaze had looked at him, one person raised his hand, and the sound of unfolding the scroll came from the darkness. The person chanted in a solemn voice: "Personal handwriting of the Vice Minister: This person assassinated a life official because of the hatred of the martial arts world, and was involved in major cases such as the Joy Huan Si Lou, the Candle World Sect, and the Swallowing Sun Society. The case is not closed, and he should be arrested and investigated along the way, and imprisoned in the 【Prison Demon Land】 for life."

Pei Ye felt cold in his heart. Not dying was of course a good thing, but being imprisoned in a deep prison forever was by no means what he wanted. He looked at the black shadows outside the prison silently. The sound of closing the scroll came from the person's hand. Obviously, this was the result.

"Generally speaking, the authority of the Immortal Platform is to investigate cases rather than convict, especially when it involves the imperial court." The black cat's voice came from his abdomen again, "So this document gives the decision that the major case is not closed, you are a person in the case, and must be imprisoned in the Immortal Platform."

"..."

Pei Ye had no chance to ask anything, because this document didn't seem to be read to him at all. In the shadows outside the prison, another strange male voice had already spoken coldly: "Vice Minister Fu, the order you read, the Three Departments cannot agree."

The previous male voice said peacefully: "The Temple Minister naturally conveys the requirements of the Three Departments, and I also give the attitude of the Immortal Platform."

The Temple Minister said in a deep voice: "The focus of this case is on the Joy Huan Si Lou and the Candle World Sect. Investigating them is your authority, and the Three Departments will never ask. But this criminal assassinated a heavy official of the imperial court. The crime is implemented, the punishment is clear, with a beginning and an end, and it should be handed over to the Three Departments for discussion. Your platform says he is still involved in the case, but there is no convincing statement."

Vice Minister Fu was still peaceful: "We will submit a case file with sufficient evidence to the Three Departments tomorrow. It is the Three Departments that have not been willing to wait."

"You know the Three Departments have nowhere to verify." The Temple Minister seemed to press his sword and continued in a deep voice, "The whole case is completely controlled by you. We cannot contact any case-related matters. The so-called evidence is just whatever your platform says."

Vice Minister Fu was solemn: "I reiterate to the Temple Minister again. The criminal is involved in both the Joy Huan Si Lou and the Swallowing Sun Society, both are key. The case is not closed. The Three Departments insist on asking for disposal, which is destroying the case. Today, since the Temple Minister brought the Southern Office order, the Immortal Platform will deliver it according to the rules. It is precisely because the Immortal Platform investigates, the Three Departments litigate, and each has its own duties. We will definitely take out the case file tomorrow, and the evidence will definitely be sufficient. The case he committed is not in the imperial court, but in the martial arts world—at that time, I hope the Three Departments will also act according to the rules."

The Temple Minister's tone was flat: "The Vice Minister is joking, which yamen dares not to follow the rules in front of the Immortal Platform?"

Pei Ye listened intently. At this time, he felt more and more the sluggishness of his five senses. At this distance, there was still a feeling of unclear words and confused directions.

"'Temple Minister', that is the Temple Minister of the Grand Court." The black cat's calm and cold voice came from his abdomen again, "Sixth rank, specializing in judging cases, but not involving sects and martial arts, mostly imperial court and people's livelihood. 'Small Three Departments', that is, the joint meeting of the Grand Court, the Censorate, and the Ministry of Justice, specializing in special cases. This is a proper yamen for judging cases and convicting. They did not intervene in the big head of the Shaolong case, but only wanted to take over the criminal who assassinated the governor. Usually, the Immortal Platform will also take the initiative to hand over people involved in the case who are involved in the imperial court. It is in line with power and duty."

"..." Pei Ye frowned and tried hard to process this strange information.

The black cat's peaceful voice continued: "It's just that 'assassinating the governor' is a major case, but the fate of the murderer is not a very important thing. The Three Departments did not allow the Immortal Platform to detain him, and took the order to be serious, which is not a very common thing."

"..." The things happening in the shadows outside the prison gradually had a vague outline in Pei Ye's heart. He could clearly identify that the Three Departments were acting impartially, but the Immortal Platform must be lying.

Because he was indeed no longer involved in any case.

The plan of the Joy Huan Si Lou was never aimed at him. He was accidentally involved. They had grievances, but no relationship. Nothing about the Joy Huan Si Lou could be investigated from him.

Even if there was anything known, it had already been reported, not to mention that the Shaolong Joy Huan Si Lou had already been destroyed.

The Swallowing Sun Society was even more nonsense. The only contact he had with them was seeing Meng Li a few times.

Pei Ye didn't know why the Immortal Platform was so categorical, but he was indeed just a murderer with a clear crime now, and should be handed over to the Three Departments for discussion.

He tried hard to look at the shadows outside the prison. At this time, the document of life imprisonment in Vice Minister Fu's hand no longer felt cold, but being transferred by a strange yamen was more disturbing in intuition.

But this matter seemed to have to happen like this. The Immortal Platform gave the final attitude, and the Temple Minister in the darkness handed over the order. Amidst the sound of mechanisms, the prison door opened.

No one spoke, and it was even more impossible for anyone to ask for the opinion of the poor criminal himself. Two heavy footsteps walked in, black clothes and straight swords, coldly and silently escorting Pei Ye out of the prison door.

He couldn't see any of the dim faces at the door. In fact, he wasn't allowed to raise his head at all. It was just that among these boots and clothes standing still, a pair of slender ones had walked toward him.

And then these boots stopped. A pair of clean hands entered his field of vision, spiritual energy flew with it, untied some old restrictions on his body, and seemed to add some new ones... Pei Ye soon understood that this was the Immortal Platform's sorcerer cooperating with the Three Departments to complete the transfer of the power of imprisonment.

Except that the torture tool that imprisoned his hands did not move at all.

Who held the chain made no difference to the person being tied. Pei Ye didn't care much either. This pair of hands tapped lightly on his wrist in the end. The iron sound was clear, and the device patterns on it flowed, completely suppressing his meridians.

In the dimness, this person moved away from his front, revealing the black boots and ink-green clothes in front. Pei Ye recognized that this lower garment was quite different from the people around, so it should be that "Temple Minister".

He pressed his sword and retreated two steps slowly.

He seemed to have looked at this disheveled young criminal for a while, and finally waved his hand to signal, and two public servants escorted Pei Ye forward and left.

At this time, a clean and clear female voice sounded beside him: "This person is acting very realistically, your yamen shouldn't be fooled."

Pei Ye shuddered, and subconsciously raised his head to look.

In the dimness, he still recognized this smiling face in a trance. Beautiful, quiet, tall and unrestrained, although they met in another place, it was just like two months ago.

Immortal Platform Black Ribbon Sorcerer, Xing Zhi.

The black cat sent a flat sentence from his abdomen again: "It's okay, because someone is very determined to let you die, so we take a detour."

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