Chapter 1331: 990: Grasshoppers on the Same Rope

Soul Searching? Shang Jiuxiao thought, aren’t you just flat-out treating me like some idiot to fool?

Once that kind of Soul Searching Evil Technique is performed, even if someone survives they’re a drooling fool—how the hell would they be able to refute so smoothly?

It’s definitely you, you old bastard, who sold me out!

But things had come to this point; figuring out a way to escape and stay alive was still more important.

He couldn’t be bothered to tangle over it anymore and panted as he asked, "You’re more familiar with this place than I am, hurry up and think of a way to get us out."

Qian Xiaoyu thought, familiar my ass!

Tiny little Carefree City—what part of it deserves to have the dignified Chief Steward of the City Decree Office lower himself to personally come here? I’ve never even been.

It’s just that the Commerce Association spreads across every city under the Demon Realm Alliance’s jurisdiction, so you could say they all have something to do with me, that’s all.

He couldn’t be bothered to argue either; the urgent business was to take advantage of the lax guard and find a way to escape with his life.

Shang Jiuxiao might not have much of a brain, but he was still the Vice Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall; his strength was right there, whether in Realm or real combat ability, both were above his own.

He was cursing him horribly in his heart, but he was still counting on Shang Jiuxiao to charge at the front and help him escape alive.

"Easy for you to say. My Spiritual Power’s shackled, Storage Bag and Merit Token all gone..." Qian Xiaoyu struggled; the iron chains binding his firmly tied arms and the shackles on his feet clanged dully.

The ice-cold filthy water up to their waists rippled, giving off a disgusting stench. He muttered gloomily, "On top of that, we’re tied up, and outside there’s layer after layer of Restrictions. I’m not good at fighting either. You think someone with nothing on him can just easily break out and get away? You, on the other hand—high Realm, strong strength—can’t you think of another way?"

Shang Jiuxiao thought, like I don’t know what you’re plotting? You just want to talk some idiot into being your gun, help you escape alive. You’ve already fallen into the Evil path and thrown away benevolence and morality, and you think I’m still that easy to fool?

The two Evil Cultivators were bound in the dungeon, unable to circulate Spiritual Power to resist the cold damp; before long they were shivering uncontrollably.

"Without outside help, there’s no way we’re getting out of this damned place," Shang Jiuxiao’s lips were so cold they barely worked as he mumbled, "Right now we can only hope Du Li sends us to be executed by the Power of the Celestial Dao’s Remnant. If we meet a Law Enforcement Hall member I know, maybe there’s still a sliver of life."

Yeah, that was as good as saying nothing.

Qian Xiaoyu pondered, if it’s about pulling favors on the spot, my way with words isn’t way better than yours?

Gongxi Yanchang, as the City Lord of Carefree City, naturally didn’t have an ordinary underground Water Prison set up in the City Lord’s Mansion to hold prisoners; besides Arrays that weakened Cultivators, this filthy water was no common stuff either.

Coupled with the bonus of the winter season, it didn’t take long before a thin layer of ice formed on the surface.

If the two Evil Cultivators weren’t both High Level Cultivators, and if Demon Cultivators weren’t born with tough physiques, with no Spiritual Power now to resist, they’d probably have already frozen until their entire bodies were stiff and numb, on the verge of death.

"Da da da!"

Just as they were gritting their teeth to hold on, trying hard to live a bit longer, slow and unhurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside.

Who could it be?

Everything that needed to be confessed was confessed; in Du Li’s eyes the two of them should already be useless discard pieces—could it be the execution was about to begin?

Qian Xiaoyu and Shang Jiuxiao both forced themselves to lift their heads. At this point even a random child walking in could hold their heads under the water and drown them! If Du Li got angry and executed them on the spot, wouldn’t they die quietly in this filthy, stinking Water Prison?

The two Evil Cultivators who had held high positions for many years were unwilling, but completely powerless.

They heard the footsteps stop at the door, then the sound of a key turning in the lock, and their hearts instantly leapt into their throats.

"Creak~"

The heavy iron door swung open; a tall, skinny shadow stood at the entrance, looking down from above as if sizing something up.

"Snap!" The newcomer snapped his fingers, and the torches in the Water Prison flared alight.

The blazing firelight made the two, who had grown used to the darkness, see stars for a moment. Then they glanced at each other, both seeing shock in the other’s eyes—the one standing at the Water Prison door was actually a Black Rider!

The Array that had been continuously weakening the Cultivators went out silently; a Flying Sword’s cold light flashed, slicing through all the chains and shackles binding them.

Qian Xiaoyu, long since frozen stiff, suddenly lost his support and almost pitched headfirst into the icy water;

Shang Jiuxiao’s eyes went wide, his jaw dropped as he stared at the absolutely impossible Black Rider standing here. His head buzzed, wondering if the scene before him was just a hallucination before freezing to death.

"Not leaving yet? Got some attachment to this filthy, stinking Water Prison?" Jiang Yuan’s No.7 avatar lowered his voice and said coldly, "Or are you waiting for my true body to personally invite you out?"

Not an Illusion Realm!

Spiritual Energy flowed slowly into their bodies as they breathed and circulated their Cultivation Techniques, driving out the bone-deep chill; the feeling of being alive returned!

But the Leisure Sect’s Black Rider—how could he be here? How could he possibly be here?

Came specifically to rescue them? That—how was that possible? Knowing their identities were exposed, he’d be too busy hiding; they didn’t remember having that deep a relationship with a Black Rider—why would he risk coming to save them?

Shocked, baffled, faces full of confusion, the two of them hurriedly fled out of the Water Prison. One glance told them the deep passageway was indeed empty.

"Many thanks for saving our lives, Lord Black Rider!" Qian Xiaoyu reacted the fastest, hurriedly bowing in thanks, then quietly asked, "How did you learn of this, and how did you get into the dungeon?"

The still-bewildered Shang Jiuxiao quickly followed suit to offer his thanks.

No.7 avatar snorted coldly and tossed them two Merit Tokens. "You even let the things you rely on to survive get taken away. Useless trash!"

With that, he turned and left, not sneaky in the slightest the way a "prison break" should be; he was even so upright and aboveboard that he carried a faint air of righteousness.

The two, full of doubt and confusion, tucked the Merit Tokens close to their bodies, afraid of being thrown back into the Water Prison, and hurried to follow the Black Rider in black clothes and black iron mask.