189: Chapter 189 Soul Power, Colleagues

The effects of Soul Power were slightly stronger than Chen Ran had imagined.

Invisible ripples spread through his Sea of Consciousness, and his originally blurred perception suddenly became incomparably clear.

Even without utilizing the Heavenly Net, his perception had become exceptionally sharp.

Ten zhang away, a black beetle was crawling up along a crack in the wall.

"If I keep stacking this, even if I don't know any Cultivation Technique for tempering the Divine Soul, my Divine Soul will still be several times stronger than those of the same rank..."

Chen Ran gazed at the golden heavenly book of prison suppression in his Sea of Consciousness, whispering to himself.

From his Transmigration until now, through constant exploration, his understanding of the heavenly book of prison suppression had deepened more and more.

First, for every day the heavenly book of prison suppression sat in the Heavenly Prison, it would automatically increase his cultivation base by one year.

The quality of the cultivation base depended on one's own talent and the Cultivation Technique one practiced.

As for exactly what kind of talent this body of his possessed, Chen Ran naturally knew it all too well.

He had started practicing the family's Evergreen Cultivation Technique at sixteen, but until he was eighteen, nearing adulthood, he hadn't felt any sensation of Qi.

After practicing for two years, he still hadn't stepped into the Ninth Grade Skin Refining of the Martial Dao; it was easy to see that his Martial Artist talent was not very strong.

"Heavenly Dao rewards diligence; since my talent is insufficient, only hard work can break this deadlock."

"Thinking back, cultivating was truly difficult..."

Recalling half a year ago, he was merely a Jailer who couldn't get enough to eat and was weak and sickly.

Just after starting the job, he was suppressed by his superior, Captain Wang, and sent to patrol the Heavenly Prison, eventually leading to Evil Qi entering his body and causing a serious illness.

Chen Ran shook his head with emotion; looking back at all those past events, it felt as fleeting as a white horse passing a crack, just in an instant.

"That I, Chen Ran, have been able to reach this point is entirely due to my step-by-step efforts."

Chen Ran turned and left, and the cell door opened automatically.

The Jailer at the door kept his head lowered, remaining silent.

"Go take care of it."

"Yes, my Lord."

The Jailer spoke respectfully, and only after the dark-clothed youth in the distance had walked away did he look toward the cell door.

Seeing the tragic scene inside the door, his pupils constricted violently.

"How exactly did this prisoner anger Lord Chen..."

The Jailer muttered to himself, feeling his whole body go cold.

He saw that the entire cell was filled with a thick, bloody stench, and on the straw mat on the ground, a corpse lay half-reclined.

The corpse's pupils were dilated; the person seemed to have seen some terrifying image before death. Even more frightening was that,

from the forehead to the tailbone of the corpse, there was an extra thin line of blood, with smooth, clean edges.

It had actually been slashed to death by someone with a single blade!

He didn't know what the prisoner had done to make Lord Chen so angry.

The Jailer dared not dwell on it, hurriedly carrying the corpse away, preparing to take it to the Mass Grave.

By the time Chen Ran arrived at the Internal Affairs Department, a quarter of an hour had passed since he left.

He didn't pay much attention to the disposal of the corpse.

Moreover, before leaving, he had specifically used a few stances of the Demon Sound True Art to plant a suggestion, so there was no need to worry about subsequent trouble.

Within the territory of the Heavenly Prison, the death of a death-row prisoner was completely normal.

As long as the amount was controlled and there were no large-scale deaths in a short period, it wouldn't attract anyone's attention at all.

And no one would go against a Prison Supervisor with a rising reputation.

Deep within the Heavenly Prison, it was filled with eerie Yin Qi.

The cold Evil Qi turned into tangible chill; just standing at the cave entrance, one could feel that Yin Qi.

Even an ordinary Martial Artist of the lower three realms would catch a cold if this Yin Qi entered their body.

Chen Ran's brows furrowed as he realized that the door to the Internal Affairs Department's duty room had been pushed open at some point.

"Strange, was there no one scheduled for duty today?"

Chen Ran wondered; given the Heavenly Prison's style of operation, even if they were busy, they would still assign a few Prison Supervisors to be responsible for guarding the deeper levels of the Heavenly Prison.

Scenes like this, where it was empty and unguarded, were rare.

He walked inside and looked around; the candles in the duty room hadn't been extinguished, and there wasn't much change on the tables, chairs, and beds—everything was just as it usually was.

Thump, thump, thump.

From deep within the pitch-black corridor, light footsteps could be heard.

A voice drifted over from the darkness:

"Brother Chen, it's been a long time. How have you been recently?"

A handsome man, waving a feather fan in his hand, stepped out of the darkness and walked toward him with a smile.

Chen Ran took one look and recognized that this person was none other than Warden Wen Ruoxu.

His doubts immediately lessened, and he said testily:

"Why are you on duty?"

"Of course it's my duty today. Tsk tsk tsk, this Sixth-Rank Prison Supervisor position is really different, let me tell you. Even the Materials of the new clothes are different; in this place full of cold Evil Qi, I don't feel cold at all."

Warden Wen Ruoxu patted the black dark-colored robe on his body, his tone filled with showing off.

"Who asked you?"

Warden Wen Ruoxu, however, swaggered to the table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"On my first day as a new official, I wanted to show consideration for my subordinates, so I gave those Prison Officers a half-day off."

Chen Ran looked at the official uniform he was wearing, which was identical to his own, and his eye twitched slightly.

The foundation of the Four Great Families was truly unreasonable.

A few days ago, this kid was still slacking off in the position of Prison Officer.

In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the threshold and was directly promoted to a Sixth-Rank Prison Supervisor, becoming an equal to him.

Seeing that Chen Ran didn't speak, Warden Wen Ruoxu tapped the tabletop with the ribs of his fan.

"Brother Chen, your reaction isn't right. Shouldn't you be looking shocked right now, and then cupping your hands to congratulate me?"

"We are now of the same rank; from now on in this Heavenly Prison, I, Wen, will cover you."

Chen Ran rolled his eyes, turned around, and walked to his own seat to sit down.

"Get lost. I have no common language with you people who rely on your fathers."