Chapter 6: Death Comes At Last
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Half a month later.
As Commandant Niu drew his tile, he mentioned that Su Wenhao had died in the Imperial Prison.
It was said that when he died, not many of his bones were intact.
“In our line of work, remember to be careful with your words!”
Commandant Niu reminded him, “Especially you, little Zhou Yi. Don’t stick around chatting when delivering food to prisoners. Assistant Minister Liu asked me to tell you not to eavesdrop and stick your mouth where it shouldn’t be!”
“They just barely got away with it.”
Zhou Yi felt a lingering fear in his heart. This was really a big lesson.
Fengyang Kingdom was not a society ruled by law. The life and death of an individual depended on their own interests.
A single sentence could be a fatal charge!
For example, Zhou Yi delivered wine and meat to Wei Chang and even called him a hero. His words were filled with praise. If someone reported that to the Imperial Court, at best, he would be exiled. At worst, he would be seen as Wei Chang’s accomplice.
If that happened, the Dao Fruit of Eternal Life would be wasted!
“Don’t make a fool of yourself!”
Zhou Yi warned himself that he would see more injustice and unhappiness in the future. He had to learn to let such things go.
Just stand at the side and watch. Don’t ask, don’t care!
He would do his best just to fit in with the mortal world.
Zhou Yi made a decision to just be the guy who delivered the food without any expression. He would save his smiles only for prisoners who offered him their silver.
After all, the jailer’s monthly salary was only five taels of silver. It was not even enough to spend an evening listening to music at Spring Breeze Tower.
The better the prisoners ate, the more money Zhou Yi earned every month. To tell the truth, he was the one winning out!
Another day rolled around.
A new prisoner arrived. He was said to be the leader of the rebels somewhere in the south.
Dark and thin, his face was wrinkled with grief. He didn’t look like a general commanding tens of thousands of men. He looked like an old farmer who should be tending his fields.
The appearance of the old rural general brought some excitement to Sky Prison.
Commandant Niu and a few officers tortured and interrogated him in different ways. In just a few days, the old farmer was already disfigured.
Though he lacked Wei Chang’s hard-as-iron bones, the old farmer’s mental endurance was actually better. He bore all kinds of torture methods such as clamping, the branding iron, the whip, the heavy flail… Yet he never let out a scream.
After each session, the old farmer spat out blood and still had the strength to curse.
“You dogs!”
“Continue if you have the guts. If you can make me beg for mercy, this old man will become your son!”
…
Zhou Yi stood to the side and listened. He suddenly saw how this seemingly frail old man could become a general.
After the general was locked up for a few days, he was sent to the market to be beheaded. Dozens of people were also beheaded on the same day. From the general to the platoon commander, the blood that sprayed out filled the execution ground.
The onlookers cheered loudly. They just wanted to watch the show and didn’t care why these people were beheaded.
Zhou Yi stood at the edge of the execution site and watched as the general’s head rolled. His eyes were still open as he glared at the executioner without giving in.
That night.
Zhou Yi returned to his small courtyard and meditated as usual.
After cultivating for more than half a year, hundreds of wisps of Inner Qi had accumulated within him. He was already completely proficient at this cultivation technique.
“The world is dark and there’s no limit to it. When it merges, the essence energy will mix together… Damn it, why won’t my heart calm down!”
Zhou Yi always had the image of the old farmer in front of his eyes. He heard from him that the state capitals in the south suffered from continuous droughts, and hunger was everywhere. The government officials embezzled all the disaster relief food.
There was cannibalism!
was terrifying. Behind it were countless
human is to be too empathetic.
he continued to cultivate the Origin Returning Technique, it was very likely
should I ease
thinking it over, he finally thought of a
there were also many people who worked and lived under too much pressure. In order to avoid falling into depression, they would
if anyone hears it, I’d have
a brush, ink, and a blank book. He wrote in the writing
do I
39th year
rebel general today. This
felt that something was wrong. He was writing the diary to scold people, so there was no need to be so
is not a good person. He wants to live forever.
They could use cinnabar, lead ingots, and gold. If the emperor
of martial arts cultivation. It was normal for itinerant cultivators
Chongming. Eight princes have eight
he immediately felt
goals. A hundred
…
Half a month passed.
writing in his diary
that playboy surnamed Long was jailed for murder again. It’s said that he deliberately set a fire to burn many
Just because he put too much salt in a dish,
“…I won’t forget this!…”
isn’t
I’ll be
feeling uncomfortable. He wrote another few hundred
Another month passed.
and wrote down what he had
until the New Year,
flag. Yet, all the officials of the Imperial Court had tacitly agreed to behead the families of all the rebels. That’s
was said that the rebel army had already reached Yuzhou and was only a few hundred kilometers away from the Divine Capital. Instead of sending troops to suppress them, the Imperial
“…Fengyang Kingdom is doomed!…”
I have a few choice words for Emperor
…
“…40th year of Chongming…”
our
today. There are those who can transform from a man to a woman through use of a clever disguise.
women’s boudoirs and committed unspeakable
expert in the Uniformed Guard who pretended to be a beautiful woman and
discovered new ways to vent, such
I’m a bit
all the bastard emperor’s
and meanwhile, discovered a method to disguise himself with makeup. In the future, as the years passed, he could disguise himself
the outside. How strange to
…
was now the 50th year of
Their leader was known
officials were terrified, and
dynasty would take place on this day. He had prepared many grains and vegetables and hidden them in a hole in the ground of his home. It was enough
the Eight-Armed King suddenly
the city gate and defeat the rebel army, putting an
match for fate. Fengyang Kingdom’s
his diary. In the end, he
damned emperor still has to collect birth dates. I heard that some government offices will
500 taels of silver. He found a cheap dojo and began to cultivate his
even Sky Prison
arts was not just about learning to fight, the
…
45th year of Chongming.
Sky Prison. He was the eldest son of
be a forty-year-old prince in
be the
was protected by a Martial Dao master. As it turned out, the
Yi cursed the emperor as usual and found himself in
Origin Returning Technique for five years. If he activated it with all his might, he might be able to
difficult for ordinary people to