Chapter 2087: The Villain Is Released from His Cage
Xing Luo and Karl were enjoying treatment like emperors over here!
Meanwhile, over on the other side, in the warden's office of the Ming He Death Prison, Jiu Lan was reporting!
A massive, powerfully built Youming Clan figure sat in the office chair!
He crossed his legs, puffing on a cigar!
His muscles bulged so much they looked ready to explode, his body as solid as an iron tower!
The knuckles of his fists were covered in thick calluses. Just by sitting there, he caused the space around him to warp!
Though not a trace of energy emanated from him, one glance and it felt as if he himself were the entire Ming He River, suffocating anyone who looked!
A vicious scar ran from his left eye down to the corner of his mouth. His left ear was even missing!
He was none other than the warden of the Ming He Death Prison! The leader of the Youming Clan, a Star-Swallowing level powerhouse! Youming!
(￢ι_≠‶) "Got the person? Went smoothly?"
Jiu Lan nodded: "No major incidents. A few troublemakers are locked up in the nightmare-level solitary cells right now."
Youming tapped his fingers on the desk, surrounded by smoke, and let out a vicious laugh, stroking the hideous scar over his left eye with his large hand.
He felt the scar ache faintly!
"Heh~ Humans, huh? Stirred up another Thousand Stars catastrophe? Didn't expect the Ten Thousand Races to take a loss either! Tsk tsk tsk!"
"That Jiang guy back then didn't cause this much chaos. Humans sure know how to make trouble!"
Mentioning this, Youming's eyes darkened with annoyance!
He had a vivid memory of humans. The scar on his left eye was left by that Jiang fellow!
In the Minghe Star Domain, with his abilities sealed, that human had still managed to break through his defense. How could Youming forget?
He could heal the wound, but Youming wanted to remember! Even now, as a Star-Swallower with a body sanctified, he wasn't invincible in the starry sky.
There were still things that could destroy him. Always maintain a sense of reverence—that was the way to last long.
Jiu Lan lowered her head: "Lord Youming! Are we really going to follow the Sacred Law Council's orders and obey Di Chou?"
"What do they take us, the Youming Clan, for? If it's about strength, our clan fears no challenge from the Ten Thousand Races. Our foundations are no weaker than any of the top ten sequence races!"
"But now we're shut out, forced to stay in the Minghe Star Domain while the starry sky is boundless!"
"This Ming He Death Prison is a cage for the Ten Thousand Races, but isn't it also a cage for our Youming Clan? This isn't fair!"
Youming slowly raised his head: "Unwilling, are you? But what can be done? Where is there fairness in this world?"
"Our Youming Clan's abilities aren't favored by the Ten Thousand Races, and we're constrained by our star domain. It's set in stone that we'll never shine under the stars."
Jiu Lan said stubbornly: (งᵒ̌益ᵒ̌)ง "Why not resist like the humans? Fight for it? Maybe we..."
Youming looked at Jiu Lan: "Do you think the Youming Clan never tried? A single clan's strength can't withstand the siege of all Ten Thousand Races!"
"If they couldn't handle the Minghe Star Domain, and if we didn't have a Star-Swallower in the clan, the Youming Clan would have been wiped out by now!"
"The Ten Thousand Races always suppress and destroy threats. The existence of the Ming He Death Prison is the result of compromise!"
"We've already tried. Knowing the outcome, why do it again? To get the same result?"
Jiu Lan bit her lower lip tightly, clenching her fists in unwillingness.
Youming took a puff of his cigar: "Take humans for example. They're also suppressed, targeted. They chose resistance. And what did they get?"
"Jiangnan, as an Era Lord, ended up in prison. It seemed he achieved something, but after Jiangnan's death, human civilization will inevitably fade over time under the suppression of the Ten Thousand Races!"
"Right now, it's just the last glorious moment before the end. Humans are restless fellows, all hard bones. That Jiang guy was one, and now Jiangnan is too."
"Honestly, I admire Jiangnan's courage. He didn't accept fate and caused the Thousand Stars catastrophe, making the Ten Thousand Races bleed heavily. That Jiang guy couldn't finish what Jiangnan accomplished."
"But in the end, he's still too young."
Jiu Lan's mouth twitched. She couldn't associate the image of Jiangnan, that talkative troublemaker, with such an admirable existence as an Era Lord!
Was Jiangnan really the Era Lord leading humans to resist the Sacred Law Council's oppression?
He didn't look the part at all!
Youming said calmly: "The Minghe Star Domain is resource-poor. If the Youming Clan wants to develop, it needs resources."
"These resources can only come from the Sacred Law Council. The existence of the Ming He Death Prison is the means for our clan to trade for resources from the Sacred Law Council!"
"This is the best situation we've fought for. Di Chou offered a price I couldn't refuse. With these resources, the Youming Clan can take another step forward!"
"All we need to do is take good care of those two young masters from the Holy Star, extract Jiangnan's secrets, make him suffer, and finally ensure an 'accidental' death!"
"Don't think about the rest. Just do these things well, understand?"
Jiu Lan took a deep breath: "Yes, Lord Youming!"
"Go now!"
She turned and left, looking somewhat dejected, while Youming stared blankly at the smoke, lost in thought.
He murmured softly: "I once had ambitions, but they were worn down by time, by reality, by repeated failures..."
"If you want to continue existing, you can't touch the Ten Thousand Races' cake. You have to be obedient!"
"That's the only way for the Youming Clan to survive!"
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Wang Youzhi hung around with Chong Dajiang, gradually figuring out the rules of the Ming He Death Prison.
News of his Demon Eye had spread through the prison, but no one was particularly interested.
Instead, quite a few people came to ask Wang Youzhi how they could get a Demon Eye too...
Wang Youzhi was a bit worried about Jiangnan—why hadn't he come out yet? Could the Youming Clan have secretly killed him?
The most worried one was Bing Chacha, who was asking about Jiangnan's condition in the solitary cells almost every half hour!
But the answer was always the same: still cursing, hasn't softened!
Bing Chacha was baffled. Three days in the solitary cells and he still wasn't subdued? How could Jiangnan survive that long with his physical condition?
He hadn't slept well for days.
Finally, the day came, and Bing Chacha went to pick him up.
(￢益￢) "Where's the guy? Not dead yet?"
The prison guard quickly stood up:
∠(｀～´*) "Reporting to Bing Chacha the Big Stupid..."
(ꐦ°᷄◡°᷅) "Hmm?"
(•́﹏•̀٥) "Bah! A... sir! He's not dead!"
The prison guard broke out in a cold sweat. After hearing the same phrase for days, it had almost slipped out on its own!
"Open the valves! Release him!"
Finally, the three-day torrent of Ming He water ceased!
The guard went to open the door, and the dense Ming He energy surged through the crack. He couldn't help but want to peek inside!
He was curious what state a person would be in after surviving three days in the nightmare-level solitary cells!
Bing Chacha crossed his arms: "If you're not dead, get the hell out!"
The next moment, the sound of chains came from inside the solitary cell!
Then, with a loud "BOOM," the thick, high-strength alloy door of the solitary cell was kicked open!
The guard opening the door was slammed hard, his nasal bone broken!
Screaming, he was sent flying hundreds of meters by the door, crashing heavily into the wall!
All the guards stared in horror!
‼(•'口'•۶)۶ What the hell?
A shadowy figure, head lowered, squeezed out of the solitary cell door!
At that moment, even Bing Chacha had to look up, his eyes twitching!
(꒪ͦ口꒪ͦ|||)
Jiangnan was now a mass of bulging muscles like coiling dragons, his entire body radiating heat!
His eyes were bloodshot, his height over three meters, and his massive frame gave an unparalleled sense of oppression!
He sported a completely convincing black crew cut—fake but realistic. His left arm was tattooed with a coiled, massive Azure Dragon; his right arm, with a Star-Devouring Taotie!
On his chest was a Sun Totem! On his eight-pack abs, the Eight Hells were tattooed!
His back bore the scene of the Thousand Stars Cataclysm—a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—the tattoo incredibly lifelike, as if about to leap off his body!
An extremely ferocious aura radiated from Jiangnan!
(ꐦ◣︿◢ꐦ)
All the guards widened their eyes. Even Bing Chacha swallowed hard.
(|||ÒДÓ) "You... are you Jiangnan?"
Did they swap him out? Three days ago, when he was locked up, he was a dashing young man!
Now, after three days, out comes a tattooed muscle-bound villain!
The change was too drastic! Bing Chacha even went into the solitary cell to check.
Jiangnan let out a sinister laugh:
(ꐦ◣⇀◢ꐦ) "What? Don't recognize your daddy after just three days?"
He hadn't been idle for those three days. These tattoos were his handiwork!
Since he was going to be a bully, he might as well go all out!
He could remove them anytime with a touch of the brush. But honestly, this set of tattoos maxed out the intimidation factor!
[From Bing Chacha: Resentment Value +1008!]
What the hell was going on? He'd been washed with Ming He water for three days, yet not only was he fine, he'd gotten even more muscular?
This was insane! Could he also cultivate with Ming He energy? Impossible, right?
"Tsk. What? Haven't had enough of solitary confinement? Still cursing me? Want me to put you back in for another three days?"
Jiangnan's eyes lit up:
(ꐦ◣ں◢ꐦ) "Please, feel free. Need me to slap you in the face or something first?"
To be honest, Jiangnan hadn't had enough. He wouldn't mind another month!
Bing Chacha's forehead veins bulged!
This guy wasn't afraid of solitary confinement at all?
Fine. He'd been locked up for three days, and more would probably be useless. Better send him back to the cell block to suffer!
"Alright! You're tough! Follow me!"
Saying that, he led Jiangnan toward the calamity-level cell block!
But after taking two steps, Bing Chacha frowned and fixed his gaze on the little quack ball behind Jiangnan.
Hmm? Something's wrong!
Jiangnan broke out in a cold sweat, looking guilty!