52: Chapter 52 Demonic Cultivator Wanted, Unparalleled Legend

Snow covered everything, and the cold wind howled.

Shen Wanjun lay flat on the cold, snowy ground, staring intensely at the gray-clad figure walking away below.

He panted heavily, each breath tugging at the knife wound on his chest, contorting his face in pain.

"Damned Six Doors... Damned Lin Wan..."

Shen Wanjun gritted his teeth, a beast-like low growl emitting from his throat.

He was originally a notorious bandit on the wanted list, having Cultivated an incomplete Demonic Technique, relying on consuming human flesh and blood to increase his Realm.

He had been living carefree in the Jiangnan region, but due to a moment of carelessness, he was targeted by that crazy woman from Six Doors and chased all the way to this desolate wilderness.

If not for him risking the depletion of his Origin to execute a Blood Escape, he would have already been decapitated.

"Have you not heard that Heaven never cuts off all paths..."

Shen Wanjun licked his cracked lips, his eyes revealing greed and madness.

That gray-clad, bamboo-hat-wearing man below looked like nothing more than an ordinary traveler, with no aura of a powerful expert about him.

"As long as I drain his Qi and blood, my injuries will recover by more than half."

"Once I recover my strength, I will definitely make Lin Wan wish she were dead!"

Shen Wanjun took a deep breath, suppressing the pain within his body, and gathered his remaining True Qi into his legs.

He was like a poisonous spider lurking in the shadows, locked tightly onto his prey.

The distance was getting closer and closer.

Ten zhang.

Five zhang.

Three zhang.

"Now is the time!"

A fierce glint flared in Shen Wanjun's eyes; with a sudden burst of power from his legs, he swooped down from the treetops like an arrow released from a bow.

His right hand, withered like a ghost's claw, reached out, black Qi emitting a foul stench from his fingertips, aiming straight for the gray-clad youth's crown.

"Kid, obediently become my blood food!"

The wind howled, and Shen Wanjun grinned, revealing his ghastly white teeth.

He seemed to have already smelled the metallic sweetness of fresh blood.

Bang!

The next moment, the man in the bamboo hat slightly raised his hand, and a fist shadow carrying a dense aura of death rapidly enlarged in his vision.

Shen Wanjun's expression changed drastically, goosebumps rising all over his body, and his instincts screamed at him to flee immediately!

... ... Inside the Heavenly Prison.

"Behave yourself, don't move!"

Several jailers threw the man, who was barely breathing, into the cell and left without caring whether he was dead or alive.

In the dark and damp corridor, the jailers from just now gathered together, pointing at the new cell.

"Have you heard? The process of this new guy being caught was truly bizarre."

A skinny jailer lowered his voice and said.

"How is it bizarre? Isn't he just a severely injured prisoner?" someone nearby asked, puzzled.

"What do you know!" The skinny jailer slapped his thigh. "This is the prisoner Divine Constable Lin wanted to arrest a few days ago, but unfortunately, he managed to run away at the time.

But at noon today, the brothers from Six Doors were patrolling outside the city, and guess what happened?"

"What happened?"

"A person suddenly 'plop' fell from the sky! He fell so miserably, who knows how many bones were broken, with more air going out than coming in."

The skinny jailer gestured. "The Six Doors officers went up to check his identity, and good heavens, it was exactly 'Blood Hand' Shen Wanjun who had escaped from Divine Constable Lin!"

The surrounding jailers looked at each other.

"This Shen Wanjun is a ruthless character; even the Silver Badge Constables of Six Doors have suffered losses at his hands. How did he end up in such a state?"

"Who knows? The people from Six Doors are also puzzled. Looking at his injuries, it's as if someone casually slapped him, shattering all his Meridians, and then tossed him onto the official road like trash."

"Casually slapped? How high must that cultivation Realm be? Could it be some passing expert who helped out?"

"It must be! This Shen Wanjun is just unlucky. Now, he'll have to wait for death in this Heavenly Prison for the rest of his life."

Inside the cell.

Shen Wanjun lay like a pile of mud on the pile of hay, covered in bandages, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He still hasn't figured out what happened just now.

He only remembered swooping down, about to crush the head of that gray-clad youth.

Then, that person didn't even turn his head.

He just waved his hand backward casually.

Immediately after, a terrifying force slammed into him.

His pride and joy, the Devilish Qi protective barrier, shattered instantly.

When he woke up again, he was already lying in this dark, sunless Heavenly Prison.

Monster...

That person is definitely a monster!

... ... "Captain Chen, why are you here?"

"I heard there's a new prisoner, so I came to take a look."

Accompanied by steady footsteps, the iron door of the Cell Block D cell was pushed open.

Chen Ran, wearing a jailer's uniform with a long saber hanging at his waist, walked in.

He looked at Shen Wanjun, who was sprawled on the hay, a trace of strangeness flashing in his eyes.

On the way back to the capital, he was pondering the application of True Qi at the Fifth Rank Realm when he suddenly felt someone reeking of a foul stench pounce down from above.

He didn't think much of it at the time and gave a backhanded slap.

After slapping the person away, he realized it was a Martial Artist who had practiced a Demonic Technique.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Chen Ran casually sealed the man's heart Meridians and tossed him onto the official road patrolled by Six Doors.

Unexpectedly, after going in circles, this person ended up in the Cell Block D cell he was responsible for.

What is this?

Fate?

Chen Ran shook his head, walked to the cell door, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

[Eye of Investigation], activate.

Lines of phantom text appeared above Shen Wanjun's head.

[Name: Shen Wanjun]

[Realm: Sixth Rank Inner Breath Realm (Meridians completely shattered, cultivation entirely crippled)]

[Life: From Jiangnan, accidentally obtained the incomplete Demonic Technique "Blood Transformation Great Art"; to seek quick success, he slaughtered innocent people to consume their flesh and blood, then was hunted by Six Doors and fled to the outskirts of the capital.]

[Sins: Heinous crimes]

[Status: Severely injured and near death, extremely terrified]

Chen Ran withdrew his gaze and spoke in a flat tone: "Shen Wanjun, right?"

Hearing the voice, Shen Wanjun, who had been sprawled on the ground, barely managed to lift his eyes.

He looked at the young man in the jailer's uniform before him, his eyes full of vigilance.

"You... what do you want?"

Shen Wanjun's voice was hoarse.

"Shh."

Chen Ran raised a finger, interrupting him.

"I ask, you answer."

Chen Ran pulled over a chair, sat down, and looked down at him.

"As a wanted criminal from Jiangnan, instead of hiding properly in the south, why did you run all the way to the capital?"

Shen Wanjun seemed to know that he would never escape in this life, so he simply spilled everything.

"I came to the capital for... for that Peerless martial art..."

"Peerless martial art?" Chen Ran raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Ye... yes." Shen Wanjun stammered. "It's been spreading like wildfire in Jianghu recently, saying that a top Martial Forest Grandmaster brought out an Incomplete Manual of a peerless divine art from an ancient tomb."

"That Grandmaster didn't understand ancient texts, so he entrusted the Incomplete Manual to Wenxin Pavilion in the capital, asking them to recruit talented scholars from all over the world to translate and complete it."

Shen Wanjun paused, glanced cautiously at Chen Ran, and continued: "Originally, this was done very secretly, but somehow, news suddenly leaked out a few days ago saying that the divine art had been completely transcribed by the people at Wenxin Pavilion!"

"Now the entire Jianghu is in an uproar. Countless Martial Forest experts and demonic practitioners are all rushing to the capital like madmen, all wanting to try their Luck to see if they can snatch that divine art..."

After listening, Chen Ran chuckled.

Peerless divine art?

Ancient tomb?

This kind of street-level rumor could only fool these greedy Jianghu rabble.

If there really were a divine art that could make someone ascend to the heavens in one step, which Grandmaster wouldn't secretly practice it themselves instead of making a big scene by handing it to Wenxin Pavilion for translation?

No wonder he had seen so many Martial Forest people in the capital recently; it turned out they were all here for this ethereal rumor.

Just as he wanted to interrogate further, the sound of footsteps from the distance interrupted his thoughts.

Chen Ran glanced sideways slightly, and saw in the Heavenly Prison corridor.

Surrounded by many constables, a heroic and dashing woman with a single ponytail and frost-cold eyes was rushing towards this side.