Yue Qingling started to slack off and go to sleep.
Every day, prison guards would come to deliver his meals at fixed times.
These two jailers were his former disciples.
They were quite adept at delivering meals, placing the food boxes at the cell door and then leaving quietly.
He only started rambling on after they reached the top of the steps.
"That's strange. We haven't been able to get food for several months. I thought this person had starved to death. Now the sect leader has ordered us to get food again."
"Was he in seclusion before? We don't understand people with such high levels of cultivation."
"That's true. Let's just get to work and have a drink when it's time."
The voice faded into the distance, its tone ordinary and dull.
Yue Qingling was left alone in the silent prison, rotting and stinking.
He said he was sleeping, but it wasn't a particularly sweet sleep.
He regained consciousness when those two people arrived.
Hearing their conversation, Yue Qingling felt saddened.
What's the use of cultivating to a high level?
They probably don't live as carefree a life as those two prison guards.
He struggled to his feet, went to the fence, reached out, and took the lunchbox.
I opened it and took a look; the food was pretty good.
A fragrant stewed chicken, and a bowl of rice with a good mix of meat and vegetables.
But he searched and searched in his lunchbox and couldn't find any chopsticks.
Yue Qingling felt somewhat annoyed.
Stewed chicken is easy; you can just hold it in your hands and gnaw on it.
How can we eat rice without chopsticks and a spoon?
As he was racking his brains for a solution, he suddenly noticed a small note at the bottom of the lunchbox.
Yue Qingling took it out and saw that it was written in Leng Feiran's elegant handwriting.
"Dog food."
"..."
Enraged and hungry, Yue Qingling picked up the lunchbox and smashed the food to pieces with a loud "smash!"
The stewed chicken and rice were slammed onto the ground, and for a moment, the aroma filled the air.
He silently went to the haystack, thinking of meditating to distract himself from his hunger.
But with the Azure Dragon Tendon in his body, he couldn't exert any internal energy at all.
Should we continue sleeping?
Yue Qingling's stomach started to rumble.
Now that I'm just a mortal, I really can't go without food.
In that short time, he regretted his impulsiveness.
A perfectly good meal was ruined just like that.
He glanced at the stewed chicken that had fallen to the ground, couldn't resist picking it up, wiping off the dust and weeds, and carefully began to eat it.
The stewed chicken, cooked until tender, is truly a delight to eat.
Yue Qingling was an extremely easily satisfied person. Even in the cage, he pursed his lips and revealed a sweet smile.
In this world, the only thing we should never miss is delicious food!
If you're unhappy, eat something delicious, and you'll naturally feel happy.
He ate with relish, and his stomach was full.
After finishing his meal, he wiped his hands with a rag and then went to nap on the haystack.
Time had become torture for him.
But he would never expect Leng Feiran to arrive.
The next three days were both boring and comfortable for Yue Qingling.
The jailer brings one meal a day, but there are no chopsticks.
It was clearly at Leng Feiran's behest that she was humiliated in this way.
Yue Qingling didn't care; he found two hard sticks to use as chopsticks to eat.
But when he eats, he thinks to himself, "It's been three days, what is Leng Feiran up to now?"
But the only thing to do now is to make myself comfortable one day at a time before the torture begins.
On the fourth day, people other than the two jailers finally came to the dungeon.
She wore a pure white dress, her hair was styled in a gentle bun, and her steps were slightly hurried, leaving faint footprints on the ground with her small feet.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The woman hurried to the outside of Yue Qingling's dungeon, her pretty face filled with heartache and sorrow.
Huang Xinning, the head of the Lingjing Sect, a peerless beauty known as the Fairy of Lingfei, and Yue Qingling's new master, was weeping sadly outside Yue Qingling's dungeon at this moment.
In just three days, her physical body had been stolen by the Demonic Sect without anyone noticing.
"Qingling, I've come to see you."
Huang Xinning's sorrowful cry.
The two of them truly have no chance of ever getting ahead.
Yue Qingling was weaving rope with dry grass on the haystack when he suddenly heard Huang Xinning's voice. He quickly went over in surprise.
Having not seen any familiar faces for three days, seeing my master now naturally brought me immense joy.
Yue Qingling stretched her arm out from behind the fence, tightly grasped Huang Xinning's hand, and said excitedly, "Master, you didn't suffer, did you? You... your physical body really came back?"
With tears streaming down her face, Huang Xinning sobbed, "I didn't suffer. I... I just took a few doses of medicine."
"Medicine? What medicine? Where's Leng Feiran? What mischief is she up to now?"
Yue Qingling asked anxiously.
Why did Huang Xinning come down alone?
Upon hearing Leng Feiran's name, Huang Xinning's delicate body trembled involuntarily. Then, she said in a low voice, "Keep your voice down. From now on, you have to call her Sect Leader Leng."
"Ah? Master, you..."
Yue Qingling looked at Huang Xinning in disbelief. How could this once radiant Fairy Lingfei, her most respected master, be so terrified of Leng Feiran now?
Is she scared out of her wits?
"Qingling, from now on, Lingjing Sect and Qingyue Sect will be merged into one sect. Sect Leader Leng also said that she will take good care of us, so don't be angry with her."
Huang Xinning earnestly advised him.
"ah?"
Yue Qingling felt like her brain couldn't keep up. Had Huang Xinning changed so much in just three days?
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