74: Chapter 74 Escorted to the County Government Office

[Option 1: Riding the Tiger — Take the initiative to cooperate with Wei Feisen, using his Puppet to search for Master Qingling's Immortal Cave.]

[Option 2: Return to the Sect — Escape from the prison cell, head to the Cangyun Sect, rely on the Sect's power to advance steadily, and only head to Daliang Mountain after achieving success in Cultivation.]

[Option 3: Donning the Imperial Robes — I am the queen, shining with confidence! Start a rebellion directly from the prison cell, kill my way to the capital to become the Empress, and then issue an imperial decree for everyone in the world to dig up the grave!]

Lin Shuangwan looked at Option 3, the corners of her mouth twitching fiercely.

"System, do you have some kind of obsession with rebelling? You do this every time."

She silently complained in her heart, her gaze wandering between Options 1 and 2.

The safest choice would naturally be Option 2, returning to the Cangyun Sect, but it was too slow. Moreover, in her previous life, she had joined the Sect at the Innate Realm and was revered as a Genius, but now she was a 16-year-old Great Grandmaster. This was too shocking and would easily invite unnecessary suspicion. Furthermore, the current Martial Dao Sect was still a behemoth at the height of its power.

Choosing Option 1, borrowing Wei Feisen's strength, was the fastest shortcut.

That Puppet could even beat the Patriarch of the Martial Dao Sect until he was heavily injured and on the verge of death. As long as it was used properly, she could pacify the world within a few years and consolidate all resources to dig Daliang Mountain three feet deep.

"The only risk is that madman, Wei Feisen."

Lin Shuangwan narrowed her eyes. How could she make Wei Feisen obediently listen to her without him resorting to imprisonment?

She recalled Wei Feisen's paranoid personality, his background comparable to a protagonist in a cultivation novel, and the fact that he also longed for Immortality. She then glanced at the purple trait she had just equipped: [Peerless Elegance].

"Perhaps it's not impossible..."

She extended her finger and decisively selected Option 1.

[You have chosen 'Riding the Tiger'.]

[The scene resumes movement.]

[You did not choose to immediately break out of the prison cell to escape, but instead sat quietly on the pile of straw, waiting for dawn.]

[The sky began to brighten.]

[Footsteps and the sound of clashing chains echoed in the prison corridor.]

[That young officer walked over, carrying a battered wooden bucket filled with white porridge that looked like clear water.]

[He walked up to your cell door, carelessly picked up a water ladle, and knocked on the door.]

"Hey, hey, hey, time to eat."

[Just then, he looked up and saw you.]

[You were sitting there quietly.]

[The faint morning light filtered through the iron bars of the high window, landing just right on your profile. Although you were wearing rough, tattered prison clothes and your hair was slightly disheveled, that face was breathtakingly beautiful.]

[Even more fatal was the extremely contradictory aura you exuded—cold and aloof, yet somehow, for some reason, it revealed a hint of fragility that made people want to pull you into their arms and cherish you fiercely.]

[The young officer stared at you blankly, his eyes fixed intently, his Adam's apple bobbing violently as the fire from yesterday surged again.]

"Oh, my mother..." he muttered to himself, his eyes instantly consumed by lust.

[The young officer reached his hand through the wooden bars of the cell, his gaze darting between your slender waist and full chest, a lewd smile spreading across his face.]

"How could this spoiled food be worthy of you?" He lowered his voice, his tone filled with undisguised obscenity. "Come here, let brother touch you a couple of times, and brother will go get you some roast chicken and white flour buns right away, I guarantee I'll serve you comfortably..."

[As he spoke, his dirty hand made empty grabbing motions toward your chest.]

[You looked at the young officer and slowly stood up.]

[Seeing you stand up, he thought you had surrendered and trembled with excitement: "Yes, yes, come here, be good, brother will cherish you..."]

[He was just about to continue with more lewd, filthy talk.]

[You moved.]

[No charging up, no Moves.]

[You just raised your right hand extremely casually, through the wooden bars, and lightly swiped in his direction.]

["Boom—!"]

[In that instant, the air was instantly drained by terrifying True Qi, emitting a deafening sonic boom!]

[The Great Grandmaster's Protective Aura transformed into an invisible giant hand, smashing through the thick wooden bars with unstoppable force and slamming fiercely into the young officer's body.]

["Splat!"]

[There was no scream.]

[The young officer was instantly blown apart, as if struck head-on by a ten-thousand-catty giant hammer.]

[Flesh, bone fragments, and internal organs were carried by the violent Protective Aura and splattered fiercely against the opposite blue brick wall.]

[On the wall, only a radial, shocking mess of flesh and gore remained, slowly dripping down through the cracks in the bricks.]

[You withdrew your hand and brushed off the non-existent dust on your cuffs, your expression as calm as if you had just shooed away a noisy fly.]

[The massive commotion instantly alerted the entire county prison.]

[The piercing sound of gongs rang out, and a large number of fully armed jailers and yamen runners rushed in, holding torches.]

[When they saw the "trace" of the officer on the wall and the thick wooden bars shattered all over the floor, everyone gasped, their hands gripping their blades trembling violently.]

"Take her down! Quickly, take her down!" the head jailer roared in terror.

[You did not resist; you allowed them to escort you out of the prison cell.]

[Outside the county yamen, the sky was bright.]

[The news of you killing the officer spread like wildfire through Yongan Street.]

[When you were escorted to the front of the county yamen, it was already surrounded by onlookers.]

[In the crowd, you saw your uncle, Lin Datong. He widened his triangular eyes, looking at you as if you were a monster, his face ghastly pale. He was clearly terrified by the rumors of you "smashing a man into a pulp with your bare hands."]

[However, when he saw the shackles on your hands, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, his eyes full of schadenfreude.]

[You also saw Old Zhou, Aunt Liu, and a crowd of other neighbors.]

"What a disaster! Little Shuang, you are so foolish!" Old Zhou slapped his thighs in anxiety, tears streaming down his face. "How could you dare to kill an official in prison? This is a capital crime punishable by the extermination of one's nine generations! Where did you learn these martial arts, and why did you have to be so muddle-headed at a time like this!"