Imprisoned

Yunxiu sighed deeply, knowing she couldn't stop it, so she had no choice but to obey. "The Heavenly Prison is no good place. If you see her, come back as soon as possible."

The Heavenly Prison has always been a place for imprisoning criminals and trespassing cultivators. It is isolated from the world, where there is no distinction between day and night, or between day and night.

Given that Yunxiu was seriously injured for letting Rong Yan out without permission, the Holy Venerable has stripped her of most of her real power.

The imperial prison was a place no one ever went to. Yunxiu was powerless to do anything about it, so she had Rong Yan disguise himself as a prison guard.

Remembering the instructions given before his departure, Rong Yan changed into rough cloth, transformed into the appearance of a little demon, deceived the guards, and successfully entered.

With Yunxiu's prior arrangements, Rong Yan crossed two mysterious gates and arrived at a secluded place.

Surrounded by white mist and with the sky pitch black, it felt as if I were at the highest point of the heavenly palace.

Corpses littered the ground beneath their feet, while lightning flashed and thunder roared overhead. A bolt of lightning pierced through the clouds, crashing down with a deafening roar, its torrents surging along the lightning rod, striking the man bound to the execution platform.

The person let out a fierce shout; it was some unknown great demon who had offended a noblewoman at a palace banquet and was thus punished by the Holy Venerable and sent here.

Thunder rumbled incessantly in my ears, and countless execution platforms held prisoners in my sight.

Amidst the crisscrossing paths, following the guidance of the weeping, they found the dying Lin Yueyao.

"Senior sister? Senior sister?" Rong Yan stepped forward and put his arm around her shoulders. There was no response. He then took out a few pills from his spirit pouch.

Even though Lin Yueyao was unconscious, her body still reacted and she consciously swallowed after her mouth was pried open and fed.

Her clothes had burn marks, indicating that she had been struck by lightning.

Not long after being fed the pill, Lin Yueyao's eyes were squinting, her face was frighteningly pale, and her tongue was moving as she spat out the pill.

"Don't do this." Rong Yan felt a pang of pain in his heart, and he felt distressed along with her.

Lin Yueyao's hands were bound, and she couldn't move. Rong Yan took this opportunity to hold her and feel the cold temperature of her body.

"It's my fault." He blamed himself for bringing disaster upon his senior sister.

"Wait a little longer, I'll think of a way to get you out of here."

"Get out..." Lin Yueyao buried her head in the crook of his neck and bit him hard.

A tearing pain came from his neck, but Rong Yan felt an unbearable pain and a sweet feeling rose in his heart.

He put one arm around her waist, and with the other hand, he rummaged through his pouch, found a few pills, and popped them into his mouth.

Aiming at those lips that were cold and frighteningly icy.

At the same time, the mark between their eyebrows glowed, burning hot.

Their body temperatures continued to rise, enveloping the two of them. Amidst the black and white of the world, a sudden burst of laughter rang out.

Hahahahahahaha.

Rong Yan removed himself from her and forcibly fed her a healing pill; Lin Yueyao's spiritual energy was slowly being restored.

Following the sound, parting the clouds, they found the man who had claimed to be their uncle in the valley.

Rong Yan knew him; he was the Fourth Prince, Yun Shang, whom he could address as Fourth Uncle.

"What are you laughing at?" Rong Yan was displeased at being interrupted. He thought that if he hadn't forced his master and Benben, they wouldn't have died, and his senior sister wouldn't have been implicated and locked up in this dark and gloomy place.

Ultimately, Yun Shang deserves to die even more.

"My good nephew, you have truly lived up to your father's last wishes." Yun Shang sat on the edge of the execution platform. Those with profound strength could come and go freely in the Heavenly Prison, while those prisoners with low cultivation could not withstand a few lightning strikes before vanishing into thin air.

Lin Yueyao has already reached her limit by holding on until now.

Although Yun Shang was imprisoned, he had access to every corner of this Heavenly Prison.

If he hadn't heard the two of them making noise, he would have thought he was going to die here.

"Have you said enough?" Rong Yan was too lazy to waste words with him. Now was the perfect time to make a move.

A mournful cry flew from the top of Rong Yan's head, which he clutched tightly in his hand. He stepped on the bones, crushing them piece by piece until they were pulverized.

"Are you going to kill me?" Yun Shang asked calmly, then leaned closer to look and saw that he had been tortured.

He acted without authorization and nearly killed Rong Yan. The Holy Venerable was furious and imprisoned him. Later, it was discovered that he was behind Lanxi Town, and he was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison for further processing.

Yun Shang has been locked up here for half a month now.

“Killing you would be doing you a favor.” Rong Yan wasn’t that foolish. “I won’t grant your wish.”

"Then what do you want to do? Risking Father's anger just for this female cultivator?" Yun Shang said resentfully, leaning down to examine Rong Yan, whose features resembled his elder brother's. "Father is truly foolish, deluding himself into thinking that the demon race's lineage would be passed down to you alone."

"What you're saying, I don't care at all." He grew up with mortals and later followed immortals, making him incomparable to the demon race.

He had absolutely no interest in the title of Holy Venerable or the throne of the demon race.

"Do you think that by saying this, Father will give up?" Yun Shang sneered, finding Rong Yan utterly foolish. "My elder brother was once just like you, always saying he didn't want fame or position, only a lifelong, monogamous relationship. But in the end, Father only had my elder brother in his heart."

"People like you, putting on airs, why don't you just die?" Yun Shang laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"As long as you are alive, my father will never have me in his eyes, nor will he ever give me a place to stand!"

Yun Shang continued to accuse, "My elder brother finally died, but then you appeared. How can I tolerate my elder brother's child living in this world? So you must die."

Rong Yan's heart trembled. Yun Shang looked at him with such hatred, as if he were a wicked enemy.

"Not everyone is like you. Power or the throne are just external things to me."

“Your father said the same things. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking.” Yun Shang retorted, “You act all high and mighty in public, but you’re full of cunning schemes in private.”

"Is that so? Then you misjudged him." Yun Zheng was his father. Although their father-son relationship was shallow, he believed that his father must have had his own reasons for making that choice back then.

Yun Shang scoffed, feeling ashamed that Rong Yan was still carrying a sword.

"Whether you believe it or not, I don't care about your struggle. My senior sister is here, and all I want is for her to be safe and sound." Rong Yan spoke with difficulty, awkwardly calling out, "Fourth Uncle, these are my heartfelt words. Whether you believe them or not is up to you."

Yun Shang remained silent, watching as Rong Yan drew his sword and slashed at the chains binding his hands and feet.

The sharp blade struck the hard iron chain, creating a scorching spark.

With a series of clanging sounds, Yun Shang asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Nonsense, of course I'll let you out." Rong Yan waved his fist and slashed with all his might.

"Silly boy, you could chop away for your whole life and it wouldn't do you any good," Yun Shang bluntly exposed.

Rong Yan stopped there, and, in a fit of grief, flew into the top of his head.

"You want to rescue me, but what exactly do you want to do?" Yun Shang asked, narrowing his eyes.

Even now, she's still testing him. Rong Yan laughed in exasperation, "I really can't save you for nothing. After this is done, I hope Fourth Uncle can send my senior sister and me away from here."

"Is it really that simple?" Yun Shang didn't believe it.

“It’s that simple.” Rong Yan said frankly, “Everyone says this is my home, but I don’t like it here.” His home is in the Misty Sect, where his family lives.

At the foot of the mountain lies a town called Lanxi, where his adoptive parents are buried.

As for Mount Futu, the old peak master was his maternal grandfather. Although there was blood ties, there was no affection between them.

The old peak master hated Rong Nianci so much that no one in the sect has ever been allowed to mention his mother's name.

Yun Shang was still unsure and, with a hesitant heart, told him the materials and talismans needed to break the Heavenly Prison.

Rong Yan kept it in mind and left in a hurry, promising to make preparations again before the next time.

After everyone left, Yun Shang flashed to Lin Yueyao's side, his gaze boldly sweeping over her, finally settling on her beautiful face.

"You heard what I just said, didn't you?"

She wasn't deaf; of course she could hear. After meditating and regulating her breathing, Lin Yueyao's injuries had almost completely healed.

The medicine Rong Yan gave her was extremely effective; she was now able to move freely and even leave the execution platform.

She remained noncommittal, but once she had the will to act, she searched everywhere for a way to escape.

"Does she not like to talk, or is she mute?" Yun Shang followed behind her like a leech.

She turned around, staring coldly at him, and drew her sword to block his approach. "If you're looking for death, come at me."

Yun Shang snorted coldly, "Pretentious."

"When you get to a place like this, who are you trying to impress?"

Before he could answer, Lin Yueyao had already disappeared from his sight. Yun Shang muttered loudly, "The old man and the kid have the same opinion."

"You are a member of the immortal sect, and you must also want to leave this place. How about you join forces with me?"

Lin Yueyao raised her head, frowned, and questioned with her eyes.

“Rong Yan wants to take you out, but it won’t be easy to evade the many guards of the Demon Palace.” Yun Shang was quite pleased with himself. “If you can secretly kill Rong Yan, I can not only ensure your successful retirement, but also promise you the supreme position.”

"Superficial." With just two words, Yun Shang froze on the spot. This female cultivator's words were truly regrettable.

What exactly does that silly boy Rong Yan see in her that he doesn't even want his father's throne?

However, it fulfilled his wish.

"But I heard that Rong Yan killed his master with his own hands. As his senior sister, don't you feel any hatred at all?"

Her master was her Achilles' heel. Lin Yueyao frowned slightly, looking at him with incomprehension, "My master is not dead, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"How could that be?!" Yun Shang retorted instinctively, saying sinisterly, "The Japanese king witnessed Rong Yan personally kill his master, how could that be false?"

"That day? Which day? You'd better be clear." Lin Yueyao stared at him coldly.

"In short, I have no reason to deceive you," Yun Shang subtly sowed discord. Lin Yueyao was not fooled. Although Rong Yan had things he was hiding from her, he never lied to her.

She believed that her master's death was unintentional, and since Yun Shang was so certain, he must have been the one instigating it.

"Is that so?" she said coldly.

She still hates Rong Yan to this day, hating him for indirectly causing her master's death. She considered taking Rong Yan's life to avenge her master, but Rong Yan was her junior brother, and she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She didn't want her ruthlessness to disturb her master's peace.

Therefore, whether Rong Yan lives or dies is not for her to decide; it should be left to the immortal sects to execute.