Chapter 70: Chapter 70: Taking Action (Please Continue Reading)
Translator: 549690339
Capital.
Since learning that the Lifeless Sect also bears the surname Ye during his night investigation of the Imperial City, Liang Sheng once again went into hiding, calming his slightly restless heart after becoming an Innate Master.
However, the turmoil of Prince Ping’an’s Mansion’s rebellion in the Capital was still ongoing, with people being dragged to the market execution site every day. The Sky Prison was constantly receiving new prisoners every moment.
After all, every time a rebellion occurs within a dynasty, countless people will be implicated. Liang Sheng didn’t care about this until he accidentally noticed one of the prisoners.
With white hair and an aged appearance, the prisoner’s shoulder bones were pierced by fine steel, and the tip of an iron cone protruded from his tailbone. It was evident how much the court was wary of this person.
Xia Zhiqiu!?
Liang Sheng couldn’t help but stare in surprise after seeing the old man. Long-lost memories flooded his mind; he didn’t expect Xia Zhiqiu to still be alive, but Xia Zhiqiu remained at the Postnatal Nine-Realm level.
Breaking through the Martial Arts bottleneck is incredibly difficult. Many Martial Arts Talents advance no further, and there are only a few people in the world who have attained the Innate level.
Although Xia Zhiqiu looked ragged at this moment, his white clothes stained with blood, his expression remained calm, as though he had accepted his fate and was prepared to face death with dignity.
Behind him were dozens of wailing people. Some of the men bore a striking resemblance to Xia Zhiqiu from years ago, most likely being his descendants.
But Liang Sheng wasn’t particularly moved. After all, Xia Zhiqiu was a direct descendant of Prince Ping’an’s Mansion, and his current plight wasn’t exactly unexpected. At this moment, however, Liang Sheng couldn’t help but think of someone else in his mind.
If that person had also broken through to the Postnatal Ninth Layer, he might not have survived until now. With that thought, Liang Sheng closed his shop earlier than usual. Old Zhang even thought something had happened to him.
After closing the shop, Liang Sheng went to a teahouse in the East City. He quietly paid attention, as most of the rebel prisoners were escorted through this area before being taken to the Sky Prison, Jingzhao Mansion, or Dali Temple.
Perhaps the Sky Prison had never been so busy, with wave after wave of prisoners being transported. During the scorching heat of the midday sun, Liang Sheng’s pupils involuntarily constricted.
He was only here to try his luck, not expecting to find that Zheng Wanchun was still alive and had broken through to the Postnatal Ninth Layer Realm. Unfortunately, Zheng Wanchun’s current situation was no different from Xia Zhiqiu’s.
Liang Sheng didn’t act impulsively and instead watched as Zheng Wanchun and his family were escorted forward. Indeed, a master like Zheng Wanchun was imprisoned in the Sky Prison.
This made Liang Sheng somewhat conflicted. Tapping his fingers on the table, he had no intention of rescuing Zheng Wanchun. Taking action now would likely lead to endless troubles following suit.
After weighing the pros and cons, Liang Sheng couldn’t help but smirk bitterly. In the end, he couldn’t let go of their past friendship. Zheng Wanchun had treated him with pure friendship back in Jinzhou City, without any ulterior motives, especially since Liang Sheng was considered “useless” at that time.
People do have their own bottom lines. After some thought, Liang Sheng finally made up his mind: he decided to investigate the situation in the Sky Prison first. If his safety could be guaranteed, he would then consider whether he could fulfill some of Zheng Wanchun’s “reasonable dying wishes”.
Over the next few days, Liang Sheng thoroughly assessed the Sky Prison situation. Perhaps Emperor Yan Jing had been too busy attending to the aftermath of the rebellion, there were only a few people at the Nine-Tiered level. Thus, Liang Sheng’s infiltration went unnoticed.
Night.
Sky Prison.
Old Zhou, known as the Blood Prison Old Demon, spent a long time at the cell of Codename Yi, the Martial Arts Master. When he came out, he was still beaming with smiles.
However, he was somewhat annoyed in his heart that these rebels of Prince Ping’an were so incredibly courageous that none of them were willing to divulge their unique martial arts techniques.
Old Zhou was obsessed with martial arts. Because of their Zhou Family’s achievements in martial arts, they managed to pass on their position in the Sky Prison for generations.
Their forefathers had a great vision, as they would always try to acquire unique techniques from imprisoned Martial Artists.
Thus, the descendants of the Zhou Family, as long as they had inherited Martial Arts Talent, could have a taste of these techniques at a young age, choosing the most suitable ones for themselves.
Understandably, the Zhou Family already had a vast collection of unique techniques, but who would ever complain about having too many martial arts techniques?
At this moment, Old Zhou had just finished torturing Xia Zhiqiu, who had been a high-ranking official at the Ministry of Shangshu. However, the latter remained unyielding, forcing Old Zhou to come away empty-handed.
He wanted to continue with Zheng Wanchun next, but for some unimown reason, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart and stopped moving forward.
The Zhou Family had an innate ability to seek fortune and avoid evil. If not for this, how could they have managed to pass on their position in the Sky Prison for so many years without any mishaps?
Old Zhou trusted his intuition implicitly. Without giving it a second thought, he turned around and left. How many times had he avoided disaster due to such snap decisions?
However, at this moment, a thought crossed his mind: could there be more to Zheng Wanchun than met the eye, given his sudden apprehension?
Back then, every prisoner who gave him this kind of feeling would miraculously leave the prison unscathed. Old Zhou even deliberately attempted to curry favor with them ahead of time, reaping many benefits in return.
It seems that 1 have to bring a bottle of good wine to visit Zheng Wanchun tomorrow. Although this is just a trivial matter done casually, if Zheng Wanchun really has any trump cards, I definitely won’t lose out.
Just as Old Zhou turned around and left without hesitation, Liang Sheng, who was hiding in the shadow around the corner, couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. At this moment, he was dressed in the uniform of a Sky Prison Guard, and his entire appearance was adjusted back to an old age using the Health Cultivation Method.
Interesting.
Zheng Wanchun was lying on his side with his eyes closed in the corner of the cell. Perhaps out of caution, because they were all Postnatal Ninth Layer experts, even though their cultivation was sealed by the court, they were still handled with care and held in separate cells.
At this moment, he heard the footsteps of Liang Sheng, but didn’t look up. However, the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes as the prison door was opened.
But at this moment, the light was dim, and for a short while, he couldn’t see the other party’s appearance clearly, but the other party was holding a food tray with a pot of wine on it.
The last meal before the execution?
Didn’t expect it to come so soon?
As the prison guard placed the food tray in front of him, Zheng Wanchun couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed. However, the guard sits directly opposite him.
“Sheriff Zheng, long time no see!”
Zheng Wanchun suddenly looked up, staring at Liang Sheng, with long-lost memories flooding his mind and was so excited that he couldn’t speak for a moment.
“Don’t be agitated. It’s me. You can speak a little softer, Sheriff Zheng.”
At this moment, Zheng Wanchun quickly lowered his head, as a Postnatal Ninth Layer expert, he soon adjusted his emotions and asked softly, “Brother Sheng, weren’t you dead?”
“Yes, I died once. So now I’ve specially come to see you off, to fulfill the bond between us.”
Saying this, Liang Sheng suddenly made a move, injecting his pure innate internal energy into Zheng Wanchun’s body. Then, the shackles on his collarbone and tailbone fell off.
Zheng Wanchun couldn’t help but open his eyes wide at this sight, his thoughts overwhelmed.
Innate Master!?
At this moment, he had a lot to say and didn’t know where to start. Liang Sheng, however, picked up the wine cup, poured the wine, and raised the cup to toast.
“Please.”
Zheng Wanchun immediately picked up the wine cup and drained it in one gulp. Liang Sheng seemed to know what he wanted to ask and directly started speaking.
“My situation is a bit complicated. If it weren’t for you being in danger this time, Sheriff Zheng, I’m afraid we might not have met in this life.
I’m here to accompany you on your last journey. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, as long as it’s within my capabilities, 1 can help you achieve them.”
In his heart, Zheng Wanchun felt as if he was doused with a bucket of cold water, and he calmed down. Both Prince Ping’an and Xuan Kong, the two Grandmasters, are in the Imperial City. And yet he still dared to harbor wild fantasies?
Zheng Wanchun was naturally a carefree person. Looking at Liang Sheng’s cold eyes, he knew that his wild thoughts about escaping were utterly unrealistic.
However, it was better than having his whole family wiped out and bloodline severed!
“Brother Sheng, I’ve had an extraordinarily splendid life. Although I’ve ended up here, 1 have no regrets. It’s just that my young grandson is still in his infancy and has nothing to do with this matter. 1 wonder if you could let him survive and carry on the Zheng bloodline?”
“I can. I’ll find a good family for him to peacefully grow up in.”
After thinking about it, Liang Sheng agreed directly. It was no big deal for an innocent child. If he were an adult, it might have been a bit more troublesome.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Wanchun couldn’t help but raise his cup again. The room fell silent between the two men until Liang Sheng broke the silence, understanding the situation of Zheng Wanchun’s young grandson, and then stood up to take his leave.
“Sheriff Zheng, with my internal energy today, you can regain your peak strength for half an hour. After I save your grandson, if you want to do anything, just do it to your heart’s content. 1 just hope you won’t leave with any regrets.”
Having said that, Liang Sheng turned and left the cell. On the other side, Old Zhou was still drinking his wine while on duty in the room when someone wearing the uniform of a prison guard suddenly appeared in front of him.
“Blood Prison Old Demon?”
Old Zhou couldn’t help but stiffen, with peanuts in his hand. At this moment, he didn’t dare to say a word, feeling an overwhelming pressure all over his body.
His mind was now screaming, the hairs on his back standing on end and cold sweat dripping down his forehead. There were only four words lingering in his mind, filled with disbelief.
Innate Grandmaster!
