Chapter 1339 - 117: Where Are You From?

Chapter 1339: Chapter 117: Where Are You From?

Shen Changqing suddenly smiled, then looked at Gu Xing.

"Let me handle this matter, Emperor Xing, what do you think?"

"Since it was Defender Shen who captured the person, it is only reasonable to leave the matter for him to handle."

Gu Xing did not refuse.

Conducting a proper interrogation is also good, hopefully we can obtain some useful information from the other party.

If not,

a mysterious Divine Realm powerhouse is like a sharp blade hanging over our heads, bringing unease.

After all, a single Divine Realm is not much, the Imperial Court has the strength to suppress it.

However, the forces behind the Divine Realm are not so simple.

Especially since the other party used means at the Divine King level, indicating that there might very well be a living Divine King behind them.

And this,

is still the most conservative estimate.

If we’re not conservative in estimating, there might be a second or even a third Divine King.

If that happens,

the Imperial Court must be prepared to respond.

From the situation when the youth appeared, the other party is very unfriendly to the Imperial Court.

This matter is significant, Shen Changqing is willing to personally get involved, and Gu Xing can rest assured.

——

Heavenly Prison.

It used to be, apart from the Demon-Subduing Prison and Demon Sealing Tower of the Great Qin’s Demon-Subduing Division, the most heavily guarded place.

The former two primarily focus on imprisoning Demon Evils.

The latter, however, holds the Imperial Court’s most serious criminals.

In other words,

anyone thrown into the Heavenly Prison basically has no chance of living, either they are kept here until they die of old age, or they are dragged to the Noon Gate for beheading.

"Time to eat!"

Yang Hong shoved the meal directly into the cell.

In the cell before him lay a blood-soaked young man, if not for his slightly rising and falling chest, he might have been mistaken for dead.

For this,

Yang Hong was not concerned.

As a warden in the Heavenly Prison, he had seen too many perish inside it; those interned here, even if not utterly heinous, must have committed heinous crimes, regardless of which, they were destined to die eventually.

Whether they die sooner or later makes no difference.

"Wait!"

As Yang Hong was about to turn and leave, a weak voice came from behind.

He paused, turning to look at the other.

At this moment,

the young man had struggled to sit up, leaning against the wall, his voice was weak but his eyes were bright and lively.

"Help me with one favor, and I can give you anything you want."

"You can’t even protect yourself, yet you speak such big words?"

Yang Hong sneered.

He did not believe a word of what the young man said.

Elsewhere, if a condemned man nearing death asked for a favor, one might indeed gain some benefits.

However,

the Heavenly Prison is different.

Everyone locked up here carries grave sins, any connection with them could lead to serious consequences.

In the past, it wasn’t unheard of for wardens to privately take favors from Heavenly Prison prisoners.

But the best outcome is being relieved of duty and thrown into the Heavenly Prison.

The unlucky ones face beheading.

So,

even if the other party had something to offer, Yang Hong dared not touch it in the least.

"I am Ji Ying, Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Sect, you only need to relay the message of my captivity to the Heavenly Dao Sect. When I am free, I will certainly bring you into the sect, giving you the opportunity to walk the Divine Path and enjoy a millennium of life.

Isn’t that a thousand times better than being a mere warden here?"

The young man, Ji Ying, spoke persuasively.

From his perspective, there was no reason for rejection.

Many people would kill for the chance to join the Heavenly Dao Sect, yet had no way in.

Now having the chance to directly enter the Heavenly Dao Sect was a blessing cultivated over several lifetimes, no one rational would refuse.

However,

Ji Ying was destined for disappointment.

Yang Hong heard this, looking at him as if he were a fool: "If you could give me anything, would you still be locked up here? Save it, maybe you’ll have a chance to die of old age in the Heavenly Prison.

If you cause trouble, you’ll face beheading at the Noon Gate tomorrow."

Having said that,

he turned and walked away.

This kind of fool isn’t worth engaging with.

If he got himself involved, it would be a massive problem.

His own death was minor, but his whole family depended on his salary.

"You..."

Ji Ying was infuriated.

As his chest heaved violently, it aggravated his injuries, causing him to cough up blood repeatedly.

"Once I’m out, I’ll make sure you are ground to dust... cough cough!"

Ji Ying clutched his chest, glaring fiercely at Yang Hong’s departing figure.

At what point,

did such an insignificant figure dare to disrespect him?

As the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Sect, even other Divine Realms must treat him courteously.

However,

No matter how angry Ji Ying was, there was nothing he could do.

There was a seal left by Shen Changqing on his body, sealing all his powers as if they had vanished into thin air.

Otherwise,

just the injuries on his body alone, for a Divine Realm powerhouse, would heal completely within a single breath.

Elsewhere, as Yang Hong had just left the cell, he saw a few people approaching from the front.

When he saw the person leading them, his expression clearly froze for a moment, then quickly reacted, hastily paying respects.

"Defender Shen!"

Yang Hong couldn’t understand.

Why would someone of his status come to a place like the Heavenly Prison?

As he greeted him, someone following behind said: "Yang Hong, has there been any issue with the prisoner held yesterday?"