Chapter 233: Prison Break

The Ministry of Justice prison was not the largest in Dongjing City; the largest prison in the city was the Kaifeng Prefecture Jail.

When the Great Song was founded, the powers of the Six Ministries were severely restricted and weakened: parts of the Ministry of Personnel’s authority were divided among offices like the Office of Imperial Appointments; the Ministry of Revenue’s powers were entirely absorbed by the Three Departments; even the Three Departments encroached upon parts of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Public Works.

It was not until Emperor Shenzong’s Yuanfeng Reforms, when the Three Departments were abolished, that the Six Ministries gradually regained some of their authority—but still not to the level of their peak in previous dynasties.

Although the Ministry of Justice

He turned to Jiang Zhen, who was also looking at Shen Yanchen; their eyes met, and they understood each other without words.

He had no grand ambitions; he did not wish to stir up storms; he only wanted to live well, quietly.

Jiang Jiuyue stood to one side, watching Xiao Heng dig—and he had to dig exactly as she instructed.

This was Li Fugui’s first time killing someone on his own initiative; previously, whenever he had killed, it had been out of necessity, for survival.

At that moment, Su Ning and Chen Xiaoning saw Tang Xiaofeng in danger; they exchanged a glance and immediately activated their body techniques, appearing before Tang Xiaofeng in an instant.

Wu Xue laughed upon hearing this; she knew it was mainly because Pan Ling was unfamiliar with the livestreaming circle—she held a winning hand but didn’t realize it, lacking even the slightest confidence.

After listening, Wu Xue shook her head; Shi Yang still did not grasp how serious the situation was, clinging to his bored, aloof demeanor—it was utterly inappropriate. Clearly, he had not resolved the issue but had further provoked Fan Shuiqing and Lü Fei; it was beyond words.

Wang Tian nodded; he knew Zhao Liujia needed time to consider—a single night was not long; they could wait a little longer.

Shangguan Shi held his phone, staring at an opened photo, his face grim: it was the handwriting of Yan Zhen, himself, and Wang Tian. He had never imagined such a thing would happen.

He could clearly see Xia Shuang’s perilous situation—his subordinates possessed such formidable martial prowess they could control every member of the Green Robe Bandits, even earning Gan Lele’s approval.

“Sigh, those two—instead of sleeping in their tent, they came here to nap. They’re clearly trying to show off…” The fox looked down at the two deep asleep at his feet and spoke slowly.

Sun Fengzhao, perhaps hungry, soon left the alchemy chamber to seek food, and Fan Jian seized the opportunity to slip away quietly.

After more than an hour of high-speed flight through the wind, Zhongyuan Nation, nestled in the heart of central plains, was now close at hand.

Upon hearing Ge Shalanbai’s words, the entire hall was struck with unprecedented shock; everyone gasped in unison, yet no one dared speak further—a great fear slowly rose from their hearts, filling every thought.

Two days ago, an explosion had occurred here, damaging the mountain; danger was naturally present. Another reason was that since this was a site for collecting ink jade, no outsiders were allowed near—even if ink jade was not particularly valuable, it was not something just anyone could pick up.

Sun Fengzhao knew this newly discovered magic sword derived its power mainly from those several crystals and colorless spirit stones.

The red-faced elder stared in shock at Mingren’s performance; their defensive barrier was a secret technique of the Flame Palace, requiring all participants to understand the method to combine their strength into a single shield.

Could she, like him, be someone with innate talent? Was her innate talent lightness skill?

Then, within the embrace of that swordlight, Sun Fengzhao sat cross-legged in peace, murmuring incantations as he did so.

On top of the lighthouse, the fox slowly rotated the spotlight; its brilliant beam swept across both slopes and the road ahead, alert for any beast attempting to sneak in under cover of night.

Seeing this, the Insect Master quickly retreated while using magic to conjure armor made of magical insect soldiers to block the Demon Swordsman’s attacks.