Chapter 1199

Xia Di found the information from the Dao Questioning Sect utterly absurd.

The Nine Palaces of Luo Shui Wei were all sharp and capable officers; they had analyzed the information from the Wu Qing Sect day and night for half a year, barely managing to roughly locate Yang Kongdong, when Lu Yang had already eliminated him.

Was the establishment of Luo Shui Wei by the Great Xia redundant?

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Dao Questioning Sect, Prison Peak entrance.

The new prisoner stood at the Prison Peak entrance in a daze, thinking of his lifelong fame, only to end up tragically imprisoned—truly pitiful and lamentable.

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"Old Duan, do you think this line in my cultivation method means that cultivators should purify their hearts and have few desires?" Mo Xiaochou, at mid Soul Transformation stage, asked Duan Qingshui, who had entered with him.

Both had been captured by Lu Yang at Xiti Temple, imprisoned in Prison Peak, where among the countless strong cultivators, Mo Xiaochou ranked lowest in cultivation, and Duan Qingshui second lowest; they often exchanged cultivation insights.

During this period of imprisonment in Prison Peak, although they could not cultivate, their knowledge and experience grew exponentially.

Duan Qingshui glanced at Mo Xiaochou's questioning line, shook his head slightly, and kindly suggested: "Don't understand? Why not ask the Blood Venerable One? This line was probably written by him."

Blood Venerable One, the last national preceptor of the Great Yu Dynasty, wandering everywhere during the Tribulation Transcendence stage, where even Body Fusion stage cultivators were as common as dogs, could barely be considered a top figure in Prison Peak.

Mo Xiaochou was about to do so when he heard the low murmurs gradually turn into arguments.

"What's wrong with me speaking a couple of truths? Why fear the Great Qian cultivators hearing? Judge for yourselves—what does the Great Qian have that compares to our Great Yu?" Wan Fa Dao Jun shouted, initially just telling nearby prisoners how decadent the Great Qian was, not expecting Great Qian dynasty prisoners to overhear; companions pulled him back to stop his nonsense, instantly displeasing Wan Fa Dao Jun.

"The number of Half-Immortals in our Great Qian far exceeds yours in Great Yu!" Lei Shenjun raged; Wan Fa Dao Jun looked down on the Great Qian dynasty, and he also looked down on the Great Yu dynasty; the two dynasties' trans-temporal battle, he believed, would surely end in a complete victory for Great Qian.

"Half-Immortals?" Wan Fa Dao Jun snorted coldly, disdainfully saying, "To proudly display the embryonic form of a Dao fruit condensed by faith power—what shamelessness! Like your watered-down Half-Immortals, I alone could take on two!"

"Arrogant!"

Hearing this, Shen Chen Shenjun was even angrier than Lei Shenjun: "You merely became a Half-Immortal by luck thanks to your immortal body; what's there to show off about innate advantage? I, with my five spiritual roots, reached Tribulation Transcendence stage, fortunate to be valued highly by the Si Ming adult, who bestowed upon me the embryonic form of the Years Dao Fruit."

"If you only have five spiritual roots, can you even cultivate to Body Fusion stage? That's debatable!"

"Your success as a Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator achieved through killing and plundering—what is it worth?" Wu Youdao, the sixth Yu Emperor of Great Yu, second in talent among all Yu Emperors, mocked: "The resources spent on you could have trained three Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivators for me!"

"Wasting resources, destroying heavenly treasures—no wonder the Great Qian dynasty declines generation after generation, replaced by our Great Yu."

Mo Xiaochou and Duan Qingshui stood between them, dare not interject, nor dare now to ask questions about cultivation methods; they were Buddhist cultivators, not belonging to either of Prison Peak's two major factions.

Speaking of which, although their Buddhist Kingdom has a history of three hundred thousand years, it has never produced an immortal, at most a Half-Immortal, and they also lack the qualifications to join this debate.

"Just an emperor selected from among dwarves, feeling extraordinary upon reaching Tribulation Transcendence stage, still having the face to represent Great Yu?" The Nightmare Supreme, who overthrew the Great Qian dynasty and was defeated by Wu Yao and Guan Shanhai joining forces, mocked, his experience causing him to be at odds with the Great Yu dynasty.

"Ha, you've overthrown the Great Qian dynasty, yet still have the cheek to stand on Great Qian's side?" A certain Great Yu Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator laughed loudly, exposing the shortcoming without mercy.

"Even a Tribulation Transcendence stage dares to interject!" Stung in his weak spot, the Nightmare Supreme flew into rage; if in the outside world, a single glance could plunge the opponent into endless dreams, never to wake—but in Prison Peak, the Dao Fruit embryonic form and techniques cannot be used.

Thinking this, the Nightmare Supreme took off his shoe and threw it through the prison cage, smashing hard into the opponent's face, leaving a large shoe print directly on it.

The Great Yu Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator was first stunned, then angry; in Prison Peak, what is a Half-Immortal worth? He still has Guan Shanhai to rely on.

"Dare hit me? Brothers, smash him!"

Soon, shoes were flung clattering at the Nightmare Supreme.

"You Great Yu have people? Come all together!" Lei Shenjun shouted; the Great Qian cultivators, seeing the Nightmare Supreme being bullied—he had stood up for Great Qian and thus suffered the beating—could not ignore it!

Prison Peak descended into chaos, with Half-Immortals and Body Fusion stage cultivators all participating.

When the fighting ended, the Great Qian side ran out of weapons; Lei Shenjun had a sudden inspiration, crumpled newspapers into balls, and threw them at the opposite side.

The Dao Questioning Sect emphasizes human rights; each time they print newspapers, Prison Peak prisoners receive a copy, so they can understand external changes.

Great Yu cultivators also learned by example, crumpling newspapers into balls; both sides engaged in lip-gun and tongue-war, with newspapers mixed with anger, thrown over.

For a moment, newspaper balls flew horizontally, like a snowball fight.

Suddenly, a newspaper ball landed on Guan Shanhai, who was lying sideways resting; upon seeing this, both sides immediately fell silent, daring not to move.

They silently cursed which blind fool had thrown the newspaper ball toward the national preceptor; these newspapers were all printed by Guan Shanhai.

Guan Shanhai sat up, his calm eyes beneath surging anger; he gripped the newspaper ball and spoke word by word:

"Is this how you're supposed to use newspapers?"

Guan Shanhai sat with broad strokes, his calm gaze sweeping over the Great Qian and Great Yu cultivators, slowly uttering two words:

"Obvious."

Both sides trembled, heads lowered, daring not to meet Guan Shanhai's eyes.

"Still arguing about whether Great Yu or Great Qian is stronger or weaker? Truly laughable—if Great Qian were strong, how could it have been replaced by our Great Yu? Is such a foolish question worth discussing?"

The Great Yu side secretly rejoiced; the national preceptor was indeed on their side.

Upon hearing this, the Great Qian side's blood surged, wanting to refute Guan Shanhai—for example, Great Qian cultivators hid to reduce the influence of faith power; otherwise, how would Guan Shanhai and Wu Yao have had the chance to appear?

Especially Lei Shenjun and Shen Chen Shenjun, followers of the Zhong Tian Emperorjun and Si Ming in conquering the world, had the deepest feelings for Great Qian and most wanted to say these things.

But facing immortals, they harbored deep-rooted fear—a psychological shadow left by the Zhong Tian Emperorjun; facing another immortal like Guan Shanhai, they could never straighten their waists, having words they dared not speak.

"This is your room." Yun Zhi's voice broke the strange atmosphere in Prison Peak, as she brought in a new prisoner.

Si Ming gazed at Lei Shenjun and Shen Chen Shenjun, these two close aides, unsure what to say.

They hoped he could rescue them; to disappoint them would be painful, yet now he himself was trapped in prison, unable to escape.

Lei Shenjun and Shen Chen Shenjun saw Si Ming, tears welling in their eyes.

"Si Ming adult, we have long awaited your arrival—you have finally come!"