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Chapter 1357

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"Elder Brother Wu, although what you said makes sense, if we immortal cultivators can't forge ahead and keep doing what we've done, when will we have a chance to make a name for ourselves?"

"Yes, Elder Brother Wu, because you don't have a backer, you can't be promoted, and you can't get enough cultivation resources. That's why you're stuck at the high-level of the Immortal King Realm and can't go any further. Now that the Immortal Realm has collapsed, the Immortal Qi is insufficient. Without cultivation resources such as Immortal Crystals, Immortal Marrow, and Immortal Gold, it's too difficult to go further."

His two trusted brothers were also sighing.

Wu Yue smiled and said, "The Immortal King Realm has a lifespan of ten thousand years. I'm already satisfied. I don't want to be a dignitary. I just want to spend the rest of my life peacefully with my beloved. I'm satisfied."

Seeing this, his two trusted subordinates stopped trying to persuade him.

"Haha, yes, Elder Brother Wu has a beautiful woman to accompany him. Of course, he's enjoying himself."

"Haha, Elder Brother Wu, good things are coming. Haha, has the date been set? Brothers, why don't you go and have a drink? "

Both of them teased.

Wu Yue couldn't help but smile and said, "Haha, Ying 'er doesn't want to be too extravagant. When the time comes, I'll just invite a few brothers I know to have a drink. You two, you must come."

As they talked, they returned to the small square in the center of the Eight Diagrams prison area.

Blood was pungent.

Broken limbs and corpses were piled up.

Wu Yue and his trusted subordinates, shocked, began to clean up the battlefield.

They had to clean up the place as soon as possible, and then report everything that had happened here. Not only did they have to explain the death of the prisoners, but they also had to report the deaths of Deputy General Liu Qi and the others to the Ministry of Punishment as soon as possible.

"Why do you think our lord killed the Gigantic Spirit Emperor and the others, but left the Eternal Night Rakshasa and the Sky-devouring Boy alive? In terms of strength, they are not as good as the Gigantic Spirit Emperor."

A jailer said curiously.

Another person said, "Could it be because the Eternal Night Rakshasa is a beautiful woman? Our lord is lecherous? "

That was true.

In the twelfth level of the Heavenly Prison, the Eternal Night Rakshasa in the second cell was indeed a stunningly beautiful woman. Even though she was in trouble, she was still dazzling.

There had been important figures from the Penal Court and other places who had taken a liking to this extraordinarily beautiful woman. They used all kinds of methods to coerce and bribe her in order to take her as a concubine, but they were all ridiculed and refused by this dagger-like woman.

The beauty of the Eternal Night Rakshasa was a legend in the Imperial Prison.

"If it's because he's lecherous, then what about the Sky-devouring Boy? This little fellow is a wild beast, so why didn't he die? "Another jailer casually refuted.

"Watch your words. All of you shut up. Are you guys tired of talking about His Excellency behind his back? "Wu Yue shouted to stop them.

The prison guards were all shocked.

At the thought of Li Mu's cruel and ruthless means, they were instantly scared and did not dare to say anything.

However, Wu Yue could not help but ponder in his heart.

That was right.

Why did the Head Seat spare the Eternal Night Rakshasa and the Sky-devouring Boy among so many ferocious felons? Could it be that they had some common characteristics?

While Wu Yue was thinking, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck his mind.

All of a sudden, he seemed to have caught a trace of something.

After ordering the prison guards to clean up the scene, Wu Yue returned to the archives room. He took out all the jade records of all the felons brought out today and carefully read them again.

His expression turned complicated after he finished reading it.

Among all the felons brought out today, only the Eternal Night Rakshasa and the Sky-devouring Boy were not caught and sent to the Immortal Court because they slaughtered the innocent, cultivated the Devil Cultivation Method, or cruelly harmed the immortals, but because of some other reasons.

Although the files also described the two of them as heinous murderers, how could a veteran like Wu Yue, who had worked in the Imperial Prison for such a long time, not be unable to see the clues —

Both of them were people who bore hatred and were framed by politics.

"Could it be that this His Excellency is a righteous man who abhors evil and saved innocent people by killing the evil butcher?"

Wu Yue couldn't believe it.

The current Immortal Court had long been pitch-black and had become a pool of rotten mud. Where was the original persistence and principles?

Too many people had fallen into depravity in this mud.

In his early years, he was recruited by an elder to join the Immortal Court Punishment Mansion. He originally thought that he could maintain order and punish evil.

Who knew that the elder would be killed by a villain.

However, he was unable to take revenge. In the end, he could only accept his fate. With his outstanding talent, he declined the recruitment of all parties and took the initiative to apply to be transferred to the Imperial Prison to be a small guard.

To put it bluntly, he was actually just a small prison guard who was idling around.

Over the years, he had seen too much deception and power struggles. He was used to seeing too many people distorting the truth and distorting the truth. Wu Yue had long been disappointed with the Immortal Court.

He couldn't believe that there were really big shots in high positions who would uphold justice, uphold faith, help the weak, and stand up for those who were wronged and innocent?

Wu Yue put the jade records back with complicated feelings.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much."

"How could there be such a thing?"

"How could there be such a person?"

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

An idealist living in such a dark and decadent environment was like a long traveler who could not see the way ahead and was drowned in the ocean. He felt suffocated all the time.

A moment later, everything in the cell on the twelfth floor had been tidied up.

The files were also reported as soon as possible.

"It's just time for me to be off duty."

Seeing that it was almost time, Wu Yue left the Imperial Prison after turning in his shift.

On the way home, Wu Yue couldn't help but smile when he thought that he could see the woman he loved and make an agreement about the engagement.





Six hours later.

On the 16th floor of the Imperial Prison.

The pungent smell of blood permeated the entire drill ground area.

The guards and guards were shivering, as if they had seen an incomparably terrifying nightmare.

Li Mu, dressed in snow-white clothes, stood in the middle.

Four figures stood respectfully in front of Li Mu and lowered their heads, which were usually held high.

"Very good, a wise man submits to circumstances."

Li Mu wiped a few drops of blood on his hand with a white handkerchief.

The four figures who lowered their heads were demon cultivators.

Among them, some used to be notorious. Later, they were caught by the Immortal Court and thrown into the Imperial Prison. Some were originally officers of the Immortal Court, but for various reasons, they became prisoners.

But now, they had become Li Mu's war slaves.

He had no choice but to compromise.

Because not far away, the corpses of more than a dozen giant exotic beasts were lying in a pool of blood. Their faces were ferocious. They had just died, and their bodies were still full of a brutal and tyrannical aura. Without exception, they were all beaten to death on the spot with heavy blows.

There were eight demon cultivators.

Six of them were directly killed by Li Mu.

Five were killed because they provoked Li Mu in person.

And the other three … were beaten to death for very strange reasons.

In short, these domineering, terrifying, and infamous demonic cultivators were all killed in just over four hours. Only four of them who chose to yield in the end were left.

"Go and handle the formalities for them."

Li Mu said.

Ye Wuliang, the guard on the sixteenth floor, did not dare to neglect and hurriedly made arrangements.

Li Mu frowned and said, "Why don't I see the prisoner in Cell No. 1 on this floor being taken out?"

Generally speaking, the number of the cell was related to the degree of danger of the prisoner.

This time, Li Mu was going to subdue the most ferocious war slave.

Ye Wuliang hurriedly replied, "Sir, there's a Demon Ancestor-level monster imprisoned in cell number one. It's a Demon Cultivator that the previous Great Immortal Master had spent a lot of effort to capture. The previous Great Immortal Master had left an order that no one is allowed to visit or interrogate this serious criminal."

"Oh?"

Hearing that, Li Mu's heart skipped a beat.

The former Great Immortal Master was from the Demon-suppressing Pavilion.

Since it was the former Great Immortal Master's request to capture it, it must have some connection with the Demon-suppressing Pavilion. Since the Demon-suppressing Pavilion had wasted a lot of effort and put it in the Imperial Prison … Well, maybe he could make some trouble.

"Bring it up."

Li Mu said.

"This … But, the former Great Immortal Master has ordered …" Ye Wuliang was still a little hesitant.

Li Mu's eyes narrowed, and a fierce light flashed.

"Can a dead man from the previous dynasty interfere with the affairs of the present?"

He stared at Ye Wuliang and sneered, "Don't tell me that my words in the Punishment Mansion don't matter?"

Li Mu was very arrogant.

He was going to deal with the Demon-suppressing Pavilion.

Why should he be afraid of a dead Great Immortal Master from the Demon-suppressing Pavilion?

He was now a loyal lackey of the current Great Immortal Master, Dongfang Yeren. Naturally, he had to be more arrogant when it came to matters related to the Demon-suppressing Pavilion.

In the end, Ye Wuliang did not dare to disobey Li Mu's order. He ordered someone to bring the prisoner in Cell No. 1.

"Your Honor, this is the file of the prisoner's jade. It's top secret. Only you are qualified to have a look at it. No one else is allowed to see it." Ye Wuliang handed over the jade and couldn't help but remind Li Mu, "This prisoner is the most dangerous. In the entire Imperial Prison, he is second only to the one in the 18th floor. So, please …"

"Nonsense. Get out."

Li Mu directly interrupted him.

He was still arrogant.

Once a person was established, he should always keep it.

Ye Wuliang retreated with a helpless look.

Li Mu glanced at the jade file. The crimes written on it were really too numerous to be listed. But they were all crimes against the Immortal Court. At a glance, he knew that the prisoner in Cell No. 1 was probably not a wicked person.

Today, in the Imperial Prison, he killed dozens of prisoners with heavy blows. They were all vicious people who should have been killed a long time ago. He killed them to establish his authority. Li Mu was not disturbed at all.

Those who should not have been killed were basically taken as war slaves.

Now, it all depended on the horrible demon cultivator in Cell No. 1.

After a while, a man with countless dragon seals all over his body, immortal-patterned shackles, heavy shackles on his wrists and ankles, a heavy shackle around his neck, and an iron cover over his eyes, who looked like a dumpling, was escorted to the front of Li Mu.

"Huh?"

Li Mu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It was a very strange feeling.

From this person's body, he sensed some kind of … familiar aura that was connected to his aura?

How could it be?

He was very surprised.

There was something else.

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