"You stinking monk, if it weren't for you, would I, the leader of this sect, have fallen to this state?"

Upon waking in the cold dungeon, Shui Yuntian immediately understood his predicament. His expression was exceptionally grim.

This is the place where his childhood trauma originated; his parents and relatives were all tortured to death. If he hadn't been so young and on the verge of death when someone happened to break into this hellish place and save him, would he be where he is today?

Now, because of Xiang Wan, his cultivation techniques have all plummeted. Coming here again, all his mental defenses are gradually crumbling.

The place he had tried so hard to escape, the place he had almost managed to destroy with his accumulated power, had once again turned into a prisoner. How could he not hate it? How could he not resent it? But what he felt most strongly in his heart was fear.

Back then, he watched helplessly as his father underwent the torture of being groomed, a memory that became his deepest nightmare. His mother, because she refused to submit, was subjected to the torture of being pricked with needles, but in order to keep him alive, she endured the excruciating pain until she fainted without begging for mercy.

His parents were the deepest pain in his heart, and he would not tolerate anyone speaking ill of them. Therefore, he used killing to cover up his deepest fear.

From the moment he met the monk, most of the hatred and resentment in his heart turned into the monk's, and he almost forgot the meaning of his existence.

Purgatory, a place of no return, how could he forget it? How could he possibly forget it?

"Monk, if I die, I will haunt you even as a ghost."

Shui Yuntian huddled in a corner of the prison, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke.

Xiang Wan sat down cross-legged and comforted him, "Amitabha, Liao Sha, you have many ghosts around you. Why don't you ask them why they won't let this humble monk go?"

Shui Yuntian suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "Bald monk, even if I'm going to die, I'll drag you down with me."

Xiang Wan sighed and shook his head, saying, "Amitabha, well said, well said. I am very pleased that you admit to being in cahoots with me."

"What kind of time is this to be discussing whether I'm on your side? Monk, do you even have a heart? Do you even know what fear is?"

Shuiyun's momentum weakened, her fingertips turned white, perhaps she was lost in memories.

Afraid?

She was indeed afraid, but no one could understand her fear.

“I am afraid of being killed. I am afraid that you will not be able to accept it and will commit suicide to see Buddha and accuse me. All my years of cultivation will have been in vain.”

"You... Humph!"

Xiang Wan's words were harsh, but Shui Yuntian understood that the monk was trying to comfort him in his own way.

The prisons of Purgatory weren't limited to this one; there were countless others nearby. However, those inside were either unconscious from torture or lay lifeless on the floor. Very few, like Xiang Wan and Shui Yuntian, still had the leisure to bicker.

The prison was dark, and there was no sense of time. The system notified us that it was already evening outside.

It's evening now, no wonder I'm so hungry.

Xiang Wan chanted a Buddhist prayer, then focused her energy, projecting her voice into every corner of the prison: "Dinner's ready!"

That shout made the iron door of the prison cell tremble.

A moment later, footsteps were heard, and two fierce-looking burly men, holding sticks, banged on the iron bars of the cell, shouting angrily, "Are you tired of living? Want to eat? Go eat shit!"

The two men opened the cell door and swung their sticks at Wang Wan.

The two henchmen figured Xiang Wan was going to die sooner or later anyway, so they figured they could just beat him half to death and not bother him.

With her hands and feet chained, Xiang Wan didn't move. She said to Shui Yuntian, "Let's kill. Even if you lose the fight, you can't lose face. Don't you want to practice your skills?"

What kind of time is this to still have the leisure to tease him?

Shui Yuntian twitched the corner of his mouth, utterly speechless.

It seems he and the monk don't get along. Where does the monk get his confidence to want him to help fight the jailers?

Upon hearing this, one of the jailers turned and walked towards Shui Yuntian. Seeing his raised face, he was both startled and delighted.

Their boss really likes this kind of thing.

"Fourth brother, here's the eldest brother's dish."

The jailer in front of Shui Yuntian stared at him with shining eyes, and another jailer turned his head to look at him, his eyes also flashing with light.

"Hmph, you're lucky today."

After speaking, the jailer who had been about to knock on Xiangwan also walked towards Shui Yuntian.

The two exchanged glances and then decided to take Shui Yuntian away.

Shui Yuntian had never been looked at with such a disgusting gaze before. He was instantly enraged and, disregarding his fear, got up and attacked the two jailers.

Even with their hands and feet tied, they still have the ability to fight back.

Two jailers, one on each side, intended to knock the man unconscious before taking him away. However, just as the sticks were about to fall on Shui Yuntian, they suddenly felt numb all over and lost their strength, allowing Shui Yuntian to knock them to the ground.

The two burly men who were just moments ago so aggressive were easily brought to the ground by Shui Yuntian, who had his hands and feet bound. Not only the two jailers, but even Shui Yuntian himself was stunned.

He bent down to check on the two men, only to find that they were completely immobilized and their eyes looked like they wanted to devour them.

“Monk, you…”

"Amitabha Buddha, they are so frightened by you that they cannot move. Liao Sha, your power is gradually increasing, congratulations."

Shui Yuntian: "..."

He finally understood what it meant to lie through one's teeth.

Taking out the keys from their bodies, Shui Yuntian unlocked the chains binding his hands and feet. After thinking for a moment, he tossed the keys to Xiang Wan's feet and turned to walk out.

"Amitabha Buddha, Liao Sha, are you going out to deliver vegetables?"

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