66: Chapter 66 Blood Seed Enters Body, Dies in Self-Destruction

Over the next few days, Chen Ran continued to act like an ordinary internal affairs prison guard, going about his daily duties of standing watch, patrolling, and delivering meals.

But in secret, he had already shifted his attention from merely feeding the Black-faced Ghost Spider to the movements deep within the entire prison.

He began to silently note down every Martial Artist from the Demon Suppression Division who came to the deep prison to take prisoners.

The time, the number of people, the escort configuration, and even the scent on their bodies—Chen Ran filed them all away in his mind one by one.

He was like a patient hunter, lying in the grass, piecing together the activity patterns of his prey bit by bit.

By the fifth day, the pattern surfaced.

Chen Ran reached a definitive conclusion: almost every seven days, the Demon Suppression Division would send specialists down to take away three to five Yao Beast prisoners.

Moreover, these taken Yao Beast prisoners never returned.

"No wonder Liu Mingyu said they were taking the Yao Race for experiments," Chen Ran pondered inwardly while stacking the empty wooden buckets. "With this frequency and consumption rate, it definitely cannot be just a regular interrogation."

At this rate, it would sooner or later be the turn of the Yao Beast imprisoned here.

This meant that the death date of the Black-faced Ghost Spider was also approaching.

Chen Ran picked up a bucket of specially prepared Yao Beast feed and walked toward the depths of the prison again.

In the cold, gloomy corridor, there was only the sound of his own footsteps.

Walking to the front of the Black-faced Ghost Spider's cell, the massive black shadow was already impatiently pressed against the iron bars.

After these few days of "feeding training," it had already formed a conditioned reflex toward Chen Ran.

As long as Chen Ran appeared, it knew there would be food; its original ferocity and vigilance had been overwhelmed by the desire to eat.

Previously, when it was imprisoned in the prison, it was only fed once every few weeks; no one had ever come to feed it every day like Chen Ran.

Chen Ran did not pour the food directly as usual; instead, he carried the wooden bucket and took a step closer.

The Black-faced Ghost Spider's compound eyes, covered in black hair, stared at the bucket, its eight legs scraping impatiently on the stone floor, yet it did not launch an attack on Chen Ran.

"Eat."

Chen Ran extended the long-handled iron spoon through the iron bars.

The Black-faced Ghost Spider immediately lunged forward, swallowing the paste in the spoon in large gulps.

Just at the moment when it was most focused on eating and its defenses were at their weakest, Chen Ran's gaze suddenly turned cold.

His left hand, hanging by his side, secretly formed a Dharma seal.

A wisp of dark red Qi and blood, as thin as a gossamer thread, silently forced its way out from his fingertips. This Qi and blood was extremely condensed, exuding a cold and sinister aura—it was precisely the Blood Seed condensed from the Blood Transformation Great Art.

Chen Ran flicked his finger.

"Whoosh—"

The imperceptible sound of breaking air was perfectly masked by the chewing sound of the Black-faced Ghost Spider eating.

The Blood Seed transformed into an extremely faint red light, precisely sinking into the Black-faced Ghost Spider's abdomen covered in bristles, instantly drilling into its body and lurking in the deepest part of its Qi and blood.

The Black-faced Ghost Spider's movements suddenly paused.

It seemed to have sensed something, twisting its massive body uneasily, its scarlet compound eyes flickering uncertainly.

But that abnormal feeling soon disappeared.

The Blood Seed was hidden extremely deep and usually did not reveal itself at all. Only when Chen Ran activated it, or when its own Qi and blood churned violently, would it erupt from within like a time bomb, backfiring on the host.

The Black-faced Ghost Spider did not discover anything unusual, and given the great temptation of the food, it soon lowered its head and continued to eat.

Outside the iron bars, Chen Ran's complexion became visibly paler.

Condensing this Blood Seed had drained a considerable portion of the Qi and blood in his body. Even though he was now a Fifth-Rank Golden Body, he felt a trace of weakness.

"This Blood Transformation Great Art is indeed sinister, but the consumption is also great. Condensing two Blood Seeds in a short time is still a bit of a stretch..."

Chen Ran took a deep breath and circulated his Cultivation Technique to calm his Qi and blood.

However, this deal was worth it.

The Blood Seed had been planted.

Next, it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment.

...

A few mornings later, at the prison handover area.

The air was still permeated with a bone-chilling cold as several Martial Artists from the Demon Suppression Division, dressed in dark-patterned black robes with red markings, strode in.

Leading them was a lean man in his thirties with a gloomy expression, whose copper badge style at his waist was completely different from that of the prison's internal affairs staff.

"Cell Block D, here to take prisoners."

The lean man took out an official document, slapped it on the table, and spoke sparingly.

Liu Mingyu hurriedly stepped forward to inspect the document, and after confirming it was correct, he accompanied them with a smiling face to lead the way.

Chen Ran was holding a broom, clearing the stagnant water at the entrance of the corridor. Seeing this scene, he moved toward the wall without changing his expression, lowered his head, and made way like the most ordinary servant.

Before long, accompanied by the sound of heavy chains dragging, several Yao Beast prisoners bound tightly were escorted out.

Among them, the one with the largest physique, bound like a zongzi, was none other than the Black-faced Ghost Spider.

Its eight legs were tightly wrapped in thick steel chains, and its mouthparts were also sealed by a specially made iron muzzle, only allowing it to emit muffled low roars.

The Martial Artists from the Demon Suppression Division acted roughly, dragging and pulling them toward the large prison carriage parked outside the prison.

"Get in!"

Accompanied by a shout and a dull thud, the Black-faced Ghost Spider was heavily thrown into the prison carriage.

Chen Ran stood far away in the shadows of the corridor, watching this scene with a calm expression.

A prison guard beside him smacked his lips and muttered in a low voice, "Tsk, another batch taken away. I've seen this big spider locked up for a long time; I'm afraid this time not even a scrap will be left."

Chen Ran did not respond, only silently calculating the distance in his heart.

...

In the Outer City of the capital, a quiet street leading to the Inner City.

On an early winter morning, there were no pedestrians on the street yet.

The wooden wheels of the prison carriage rolled over the bluestone road, emitting a monotonous and heavy "creaking" sound.

There were six Martial Artists from the Demon Suppression Division responsible for the escort, guarding the front and back. Although the Yao Beast prisoners had their cultivation sealed, they still remained vigilant.

"Boss, this batch of goods is not bad, especially that Black-faced Ghost Spider. The higher-ups should be satisfied," a young Martial Artist riding a horse said to the lean man leading them.

The man snorted coldly, "Less nonsense, hurry up and deliver them to the location. The capital hasn't been peaceful lately, don't let anything go wrong."

Before his words had faded.

A strange noise suddenly came from inside the prison carriage.

"Thump! Thump!"

It was like something heavy was frantically slamming against the inner walls of the carriage.

"What's going on?" The lean man suddenly pulled on the reins and looked back.

He saw the Black-faced Ghost Spider, which was tightly bound, convulsing wildly in the prison carriage as if it had gone mad.

Its body was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and beneath its originally pitch-black carapace, a faint, extremely violent, dark red light was emerging.

Its compound eyes had completely turned blood-red, filled with extreme pain and madness.

"The Qi and blood in its body are out of control! Retreat!"

The lean man's pupils constricted, and he shouted sharply.

However, it was too late.

Under Chen Ran's remote perception, the Blood Seed hidden within the Black-faced Ghost Spider's body was instantly detonated.

The extremely suppressed power of Qi and blood, like an erupting volcano, exploded from within the Black-faced Ghost Spider's body!

"Boom—!"

A deafening loud noise tore through the tranquility of the early morning.

The sturdy steel prison carriage was instantly torn apart by the violent force.

Flesh mixed with foul-smelling Yao Beast blood, broken limbs, and sharp, knife-like carapace fragments scattered indiscriminately in all directions like a rainstorm!

The blue brick walls on both sides of the street were hit by the carapace fragments, instantly becoming riddled with holes, with gravel flying everywhere. The wooden doors of several shops along the street were directly blasted apart, with wood chips flying everywhere.

"Ah!"

The two strong horses pulling the carriage were directly blown into two halves.

The lean man leading them reacted extremely quickly, his Protective Aura erupting around him, and he swung his blade to deflect several pieces of scrap metal flying toward his face.

However, the powerful shockwave generated by the explosion still knocked him and his horse to the ground.

Gunpowder smoke and blood mist filled the air.

The lean man climbed up, covered in dirt and grime, and without caring about the abrasions on his body, he looked around with bloodshot eyes.

"Alert! There's an ambush!"

The remaining three Martial Artists immediately drew their blades, gathered back-to-back, and nervously stared at the surrounding rooftops and alley entrances.

However, everything around was deathly silent.

Apart from the sound of the wind blowing through the street and the screams of his colleagues on the ground, there was absolutely no trace of any enemy.

There were no hidden weapons, no poisonous miasma, and no aura lock from any expert.

It was as if that Black-faced Ghost Spider had really chosen to detonate itself in an incomparably tragic manner because it could not bear the humiliation.

"What the hell..."

The lean man looked at the flesh scattered all over the ground and the completely ruined prison carriage, his face turning livid, and a layer of cold sweat seeping from his back.

If they had encountered an ambush, he would not be this terrified.

But this kind of Yao Beast self-detonation, without any warning or reason, made him feel a chill down his spine.

...

Meanwhile.

In the Cell Block D of the prison, Chen Ran was slowly putting the broom back in its place.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling that trace of connection within his body.

Just a moment ago, the heavenly book of prison suppression in his mind erupted with an unprecedented, blinding light.

[Detected that the Black-faced Ghost Spider has died, calculating rewards]