Chapter 41
In the dungeon of Precept Hall, there was never any daylight.
Half of the prisoners below were wicked criminals captured by Wenshi Hall, and the other half were rebels who committed serious offenses in Kunshan.
The dungeon was located within a large formation, and the spirit-restraining walls and Qi Sealing Nail on their bodies tightly restricted their cultivation.
This imprisonment could last for several decades, and even if the prisoners were wicked criminals, let alone a kind-hearted person, being locked up for ten years would likely corrupt them.
Even more dreadful was that the prison cells were not individual cells; they were large communal sleeping areas with five people in each.
The dungeon of Precept Hall was divided into ten sections, labeled with the ten celestial stems, and the prisoners were arranged based on the severity of their crimes and the level of their cultivation.
It was said that in the past, Precept Hall didn't pay much attention to this, but since the low-cultivated individuals were being killed when placed with high-cultivated ones, Precept Hall had no choice but to separate them.
Qiao Wan, led by a disciple of precepts, was taken to the fifth section, which was in the middle range.
The whole dungeon became restless when Qiao Wan entered.
Being bored inside, seeing a new face excited everyone, especially since it was a young girl with smooth skin and a beautiful appearance. Although there were still fresh wounds on her face, there was still some charm to her.
Ma Huaizhen and Zhou Yan had previously greeted her, and the cell that Qiao Wan was taken to had relatively gentle cellmates.
There were four people in the cell, three men and one woman.
The female cultivator was wearing a dusty gray robe, but it couldn't hide her graceful figure and stunning beauty. There was an indescribable allure emanating from her.
Among the other four male cultivators, one was a disciple of the corpse-raising sect and one was from the White Bone Temple.
The disciple from the corpse-raising sect looked gloomy, almost like a zombie.
The one from the White Bone Temple had a pale complexion with a hint of yellow, tall and thin, resembling a walking skeleton.
Qiao Wan wondered, "Did Ma Huaizhen really greet them beforehand?"
There was also a bald strongman wielding a knife.
As soon as the female cultivator saw Qiao Wan, she narrowed her eyes and smiled coquettishly, "Oh, a little sister has arrived."
"What's your name, little girl?" the female cultivator asked with pursed lips and a smile. "Tell your sister."
Qiao Wan didn't answer.
The female cultivator wasn't upset and amiably pointed out each person for her to recognize.
After a while, the disciple of precepts brought them their prison meal. The dungeon suppressed their cultivation, so the prisoners had to eat and drink like ordinary people to survive.
Most cultivators looked down on the mundane grains and disliked their "impure qi" affecting their cultivation. However, Qiao Wan wasn't picky and ate everything in one go. After finishing, she cleaned up her bowl and chopsticks and sat quietly in the corner without saying a word.
With a full stomach comes desire, and not long after finishing their meal, the female cultivator approached the disciple from the corpse-raising sect and seduced him.
They all lived in a big dormitory without partitions or privacy. They didn't seem to mind and carried on with their harmonious life as if nobody was around. The woman called out loudly, without any shame, while looking at Qiao Wan and smiling mischievously.
It seemed like she was giving Qiao Wan a lesson on 'special education'.
Suddenly, the bald guy stood up. Qiao Wan thought he couldn't bear it anymore.
But to her surprise, the bald guy joined them. In an instant, Qiao Wan felt despair towards this shameless world.
This was because they were bored in the prison cell.
Fighting was not allowed, so they had to find something harmonious to do. Perhaps considering this, the disciples overseeing the dungeon turned a blind eye to their activities.
Thus, in the dungeon, there were often unexpected and strange sounds.
Qiao Wan found a corner and sat down, closing her eyes silently.
Although these people were shameless, they were not good people.
She wanted to escape, but she couldn't do it in front of them. She had to find an opportunity to switch to a single room.
When she entered, she paid special attention to her surroundings. There was an empty cell nearby, conveniently located at a corner and out of sight from the prisoners.
She wanted to switch to that cell.
As for how to switch to a single room, Qiao Wan tilted her head and thought for a moment.
She suddenly opened her dark eyes, calm and composed.
That's it, she would fight.
She would fiercely beat one of them until the disciple in charge would switch her to a single room.
It would be difficult to beat all four of them, but battling against one should be enough.
She needed to choose her targets wisely. Unlike the prisoners, she had not been sealed by the Qi Sealing Nail. Although the Spirit Barrier had absorbed some spiritual power, there still remained some magic and spiritual energy in her dantian.
The meaning of the Precept Hall was that five days later, she would be taken to the Kunshan execution platform, where she would be publicly sealed with the Qi Sealing Nail as a warning to others.
Qiao Wan's gaze lingered on the four people, searching for the "soft persimmon" among them. They were all extremely dangerous criminals, and even if they were kept locked up for hundreds of years, they wouldn't develop any revolutionary friendships.
She wanted to find a soft persimmon to beat up, and she guessed that the other three would prefer to watch instead of helping.
Qiao Wan had big eyes and she watched the harmonious scene before her without any shyness on her face.
The three men and one woman in the cell were already used to performing explicit scenes in front of others, but now they felt a little uneasy under Qiao Wan's direct gaze.
They were naked. As Qiao Wan looked at them, it was as if she was examining the pork being sold at the market, carefully assessing the fatness.
Under Qiao Wan's gaze, the pork shriveled, and the men quickly pulled up their pants.
Qiao Wan gently adjusted her sleeves and stood up straight. She used her delicate hands to cover her neckline, hiding her pure charm. With a smile, she said, "A well-mannered young girl who observes others closely and attentively."
If she truly was an innocent young girl, she would have blushed instantly at the comment made by women.
But who was Qiao Wan exactly?
The young girl looked straight into the eyes of the woman and fearlessly looked down her neckline. She stopped for a moment at the woman's chest, then casually commented, "It's too big and a bit saggy."
The woman...
Her expression changed.
Did that young girl just flirt with her?
The sinister laugh from White Bone Temple echoed, "Is the young girl also moved by what she sees?"
"After spending so many years following the strict rules of this so-called noble sect, I suppose you've had enough. If the young girl is truly interested, why not let me show you something today?"
Qiao Wan glanced at him, seemingly considering his offer seriously.
"Alright."
When a "persimmon" is right in front of you, you can't resist squeezing it.
Qiao Wan smirked.
This smile stunned White Bone Temple, surprised the woman, and made Baldy and the disciples of the Corpse Sect secretly steal glances at Qiao Wan.
White Bone Temple hesitated under Qiao Wan's charming smile.
He was just joking around. It was only the first day, and he hadn't figured out who this girl really was yet. Originally, he wanted to wait before making a move until he knew more about her. He didn't expect Qiao Wan to agree so readily.
Although he had a bit of a wandering eye, he wasn't dumb.
Agreeing so quickly must mean there's something fishy.
However, White Bone Temple scrutinized Qiao Wan for a while.
She had a lovely appearance, her beauty shining through. Her eyes were as cold as autumn water, shimmering with a frigid star-like light. With just one glance, he felt a tingling sensation in his heart.
Since she agreed, it would be too late for her to back out. As Taoist White Bone, he had roamed the southern regions for decades. Although his techniques were sealed in this prison, he still had confidence in his martial arts. What was there to fear from a tender young girl?
"You said it yourself, don't complain if it hurts later." Taoist White Bone laughed. "This hermit won't hold back."
Saying that, he started to approach.
Seeing the "persimmon" advancing towards her, Qiao Wan couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
In the moment when the man tried to undo her garment, she swiftly threw a punch.
But White Bone Temple was already on guard and easily evaded Qiao Wan's attack.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Wan changed direction midway, grabbed his collar, and brought him to his knees.
Dominant!
Even though he was a cultivator, he was still a man. Not to mention, he was a cultivator who focused on physique training.
In the blink of an eye, Qiao Wan saw White Bone Temple struggling in pain, clutching his lower body, and groaning.
After living together for so many years, the people in the cell had no sense of camaraderie. They merely watched coldly.
The cries echoed throughout the dungeon, startling the scoundrels in their cells. They were thrilled by the sudden violence after such a long time without it. They crowded the cell doors, banging on the iron bars and cheering excitedly.
In an instant, chaos erupted in the dungeon.
"Come here." Qiao Wan squatted down and lightly tapped the man's cheek with a blank expression. "You can scream all you want, but no one will answer you. I won't stop."
"You!!" The man from White Bone Temple glared in anger, his face turning pale from the pain. He managed to squeeze out a few words. "Damn you, you little bitch! If I don't kill you today, my name isn't White Bone..."
Before he could finish, Qiao Wan grabbed his hair and slammed his head onto the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Blood gushed from White Bone Temple's nose, but he still managed to threaten her.
"I am one of the five elders of White Bone Temple! I have reached the Golden Elixir stage in my cultivation! Decades ago, I single-handedly destroyed five villages of Cangwu State, devouring thousands of souls!"
Qiao Wan tightened her grip on his hair.
That's perfect.
She had no guilt in hurting him anymore.
Today, she would avenge the thousands of innocent lives.
After pausing, Qiao Wan clenched her lips and continued to smash him even harder.
"Great!" The prisoners in the cells cheered with excitement, their eyes widened, and their necks stretched out as they shouted in support.
Seeing the young girl in Kunshan attire before them, someone whistled.
Well done.
She seemed gentle, but she was ruthless.
"Hit him again!"
"Hit him harder!"
"Smash his brain!"
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Qiao Wan swung Taoist White Bone and continued to smash. With just a few strikes, White Bone Temple's nose bled profusely, and blood splattered everywhere.
Struggling to remember, White Bone Temple realized that he had underestimated Qiao Wan's strength. Her hand on his head felt like an iron hammer.
Damn...
Blood flowed from White Bone Temple's nostrils as he gritted his teeth.
Strong...
The other four prisoners in the cell, closest to Qiao Wan, witnessed the scene up close and even had the experience of Taoist White Bone's blood splattering on their faces.
Qiao Wan's face and hands were covered in Taoist White Bone's blood, appearing extremely fierce.
Seeing this, the female disciple felt a shiver running up her spine.
At the sight of blood, the dungeon became even more frenzied, with wild screams growing louder and louder.
The scoundrels raised their arms and shouted.
"Hit his head!"
"Kick him! Kick him hard!"
Precept Hall dungeon was large, and the disciples of precepts patrolled every half hour. To attract their attention, Qiao Wan needed to create more disturbance.
Qiao Wan remained silent but followed the prisoners' commands, no matter what they said.
Seeing Qiao Wan respond, the scoundrels became even more excited!
"Stomach!"
"Twist off his arm."
"Well done!"
The prisoners in the dungeon shouted louder and louder, almost flipping the dungeon upside down.
Qiao Wan remained silent, hitting harder and harder.
It felt like a wild celebration.
Blood splattered into Qiao Wan's eyes. She blinked, took a breath, and suddenly her overheated brain was cooled down as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on it. She looked at Taoist White Bone, who was being held high by herself, and gradually calmed down.
What was she doing?
Taoist White Bone in her hand was almost out of breath.
Qiao Wan's throat rolled, she tightened her lips, and suddenly felt very thirsty. There was a buzzing sound in her ears.
The dungeon in front of her was dark and damp, filled with the smell of decay. It gave her a sense of reality and illusion at the same time. For a moment, she felt like she wasn't in the Precept Hall dungeon, but still on Yuqing Peak.
In just a moment, White Bone Temple was beaten so badly, begging for mercy. They begged and begged Qiao Wan to spare his life.
Suddenly, the cheering gradually faded away.
"What are you doing?!!"
Just then, disciples of precepts finally arrived, shouting angrily as they rescued the beaten and weak Taoist White Bone from Qiao Wan's hands.
"Let him go!!"
Qiao Wan didn't resist. She obediently let him go and politely bowed to the disciples of precepts. Then, she started reporting, "He bullied me and tried to do something indecent. I had no choice but to fight him."
Everyone: Don't believe her! Isn't it obvious who molested whom?
Those three disciples of precepts had an impression of Qiao Wan. It seemed that there had been incidents of bullying new female cultivators in this dungeon. The middle disciple of precepts glanced at Qiao Wan and coldly said, "Come out."
When the cell door opened, the prisoners leaning against the iron bars widened their eyes with longing, watching as the disciples of precepts took Qiao Wan away.
When Qiao Wan entered, not only did Ma Huaizhen greet her, but Yuqing Spiritual Master also greeted her. Out of respect for these two, the disciple of precepts did not dare to do anything to Qiao Wan. They only brought her to the duty room for criticism and education.
"I'll spare you this time since you're a first offender. But if you fight again, I will not forgive you!"
"Go back!"
Qiao Wan stopped, not in a hurry to leave. "I want to change cells."
The disciple of precepts coldly rejected Qiao Wan's proposal, "Go back!"
Seeing Qiao Wan return to the cell unharmed, the female cultivator smiled and looked at Qiao Wan with a sense of curiosity.
"You really are from Kunshan, your attitude is different."
Qiao Wan ignored her, sat on her bunk, and glanced around with her dark eyes.
It was the same cautious, serious, and meticulous evaluation as before, like scrutinizing a piece of pork.
Suddenly, the remaining people in the cell, or rather, pieces of pork, shivered and felt an ominous premonition.
She...
What is she going to do again?
Soon, this uneasy feeling came true again.
Qiao Wan chose the bald guy and beat him up again.
Reason?
As for the reason.
Qiao Wan confidently pointed her finger and said, "Your head is too shiny, it hurts my eyes."
In just a short time, the disciple of precepts once again pulled Qiao Wan out and said, "What do you want to do?! Don't think that Hall Master Ma and Yuqing Spiritual Master pleading for you means I won't punish you!"
"If you continue like this, not even Law Enforcement Elder personally pleading for you will help!"
Qiao Wan said, "I want to change cells, they're targeting me and bullying me."
The disciple of precepts was about to burst a vein on his forehead: = =+ Is he blind? Who's bullying who here? Before saying such things, maybe wipe the blood from those two people off yourself first?
"I'm telling you, you're in the Precept Hall's dungeon now, not on Yuqing Peak. Who do you think you are, a disciple under a spiritual master? The dungeon is not the place for you to be picky!"
Seeing that Qiao Wan was stubborn, the disciple of precepts finally couldn't take it anymore and picked up the punishment whip from the table.
After receiving thirty lashes from the whip, Qiao Wan immediately covered herself with clothing and beat up the corpse-controlling cult member.
The disciple of precepts rushed over and hung Qiao Wan in a different position for a different punishment.
After the beating, the disciple of precepts changed her cell.
It was still a cell shared by five people.
Before closing the door, he threatened her, "Now that we've changed your cell, no one will bully you anymore, right? If you dare to cause trouble again, it won't be as simple as a whipping!"
Pushed into the cell, Qiao Wan looked up and made eye contact with the four people inside.
Qiao Wan: ...
The four people in the cell: ...
Silence filled the Precept Hall dungeon that night.
Soon, a scream broke the silence of the dungeon.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
This time, Qiao Wan beat up all four people.
After dealing with Qiao Wan, the disciple of precepts sat down and poured a cup of tea. Just as he took a sip, he suddenly heard a commotion in the dungeon!
The disciple of precepts sprayed tea out of his mouth, grabbed his sword from the table, and rushed over in anger. When he saw the situation in the dungeon, he fell silent.
The screams are the flute of departure;
The disciple of precepts is also silent for me,
Silence filled the dungeon that night.
The disciple of precepts reached out and pointed to the four people in the cell, who were stacked together like a tower. He couldn't help but laugh in anger.
Very well, in no time at all, she defeated five of them!
Qiao Wan said, "I want to change to a single cell."
The disciple of precepts replied, "You can forget about changing!"
It was like an invisible competition, the disciple of precepts forced Qiao Wan into one cell after another, and she beat up each one. Soon, a pink tornado swept through the entire dungeon, beating up all the prisoners in the Wuzi-level cell.
Qiao Wan caught a glimpse in the corner of her eye.
A bruised and swollen man, trembling in fear.
She raised her eyebrow.
A disciple of the Rakshasa Gate, crying.
Her mouth drooped.
A girl from the Meizong sect gathered her courage and shyly threw a flirtatious glance at Qiao Wan.
Qiao Wan, contrary to everyone's expectations, especially Ma Huaizhen's, established herself as the leader of District Wu on her very first day. She became unstoppable and no one dared to mess with her.
