99: Chapter 99 Submission, File

Niu Hong knelt on one knee, signaling his submission.

The Aura around his body was restrained; the restless Aura on his body was gone.

His entire Aura was much calmer compared to before.

Chen Ran watched this scene, his tone indifferent.

"Get up. Before you receive my orders, our relationship will be handled as it was before."

"Yes."

Niu Hong slowly stood up.

The Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Melody was the ultimate technique of the Demon Sound Sect.

Aside from its efficacy in defending against enemies and killing,

what made it even more terrifying were the sound waves that could alter minds and destroy intelligence.

If one were to speak in terms of his past life, it was a fusion of brainwashing and hypnosis.

In his subconscious, Chen Ran had already implanted a suggestion regarding his own identity into Niu Hong.

He set Niu Hong's background as a member of an assassin organization, lurking in the prison under orders from the organization, while he himself was his leader in this backstory.

Chen Ran looked at the burly man before him and gave another order:

"Attack me now."

"Young Lord, this is too hard; I cannot do it."

"I told you to attack, so attack."

Niu Hong clenched his fists, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Then, Young Lord, be careful."

The moment he spoke, Niu Hong swung his arms, his muscles suddenly bulging, and he threw a punch toward the youth in the distance.

Bang!

Under the collision of the violent force, a gust of wind from the punch was whipped up.

However, when the punch wind made contact in front of Chen Ran, it was deflected by an invisible force field.

Chen Ran blocked it easily. Watching the burly man who was now obediently throwing punches at him, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

"As expected of a Demonic Cult Cultivation Technique; the methods are so bizarre. No wonder it is feared by others."

A Rank 6 expert had actually been brainwashed into a Puppet; if this were to get out, it would likely cause a huge uproar.

"That's enough."

Hearing Chen Ran speak, Niu Hong immediately withdrew his hand, and his entire presence calmed down.

Of course, he had not fully mastered this hypnosis technique; he could only command and control Niu Hong's body.

If he were to order him to commit suicide now, under the stimulation of a life-or-death crisis, he would be able to break free.

To maintain this effect, he needed to give new suggestions every so often.

"Enter your Demonized state."

"Alright." Niu Hong stepped back a few paces, and the Aura on his body suddenly became strange.

Lines of black eye-shaped patterns emerged on his Face, and black scales appeared on his body.

Crack, crack.

Accompanied by a few sounds, an Aura unique to demonic creatures exploded outward, and the phantom of a nine-foot-tall gecko slowly stood up.

However, the demonic phantom this time was clearly not right; the gecko demon soul was groggy, as if it had fallen asleep.

"How do you feel now?"

"Young Lord, I feel in very good condition now."

Niu Hong felt the surging power within his body and revealed an excited smile on his Face.

Chen Ran nodded slightly at this.

Under his hypnosis, even the demon soul was affected and fell into a deep sleep.

It could be said that this time, he not only subdued a subordinate but also gained a combatant whose demonic transformation could be controlled.

"Continue to Cultivate here for now. Do not reveal anything unusual, and wait for my word."

The youth's voice slowly echoed in the prison, but his figure had already vanished.

...

Three days later.

The capital had returned to a state of peace.

As for the Martial Artists from the last Demonic Cult invasion, those who needed to be arrested were arrested, and those who needed to be killed were killed.

Inside the Six Doors, several constables were guarding the gate and began to chat idly:

"Have you heard? Constable Lin is likely going to be promoted."

"No, where did you get this gossip? It's not 'likely,' it's definitely going to be a promotion. Don't you know how many people were caught last time?"

"Didn't I hear that it was thanks to that Saber Master taking action that the key mastermind was stopped?"

"That Saber Master probably just wanted to give the Lin family some Face, so all these merits were given to Constable Lin."

"No wonder..."

While the two were chatting, they heard footsteps coming from the distance.

They turned their heads and saw a tall, handsome youth walking out from the main gate.

"Yo, Brother Chen, here to pick up prisoners again?"

The youth smiled and nodded: "The capital is short-handed right now, so I was temporarily transferred to help out."

The two constables recognized the person before them; he was a member of the Demon Suppression Division's Internal Affairs Department.

Logically speaking, he and the Six Doors were two different systems, but Constable Lin had frequently asked him to help handle some cases recently.

And truthfully, this member transferred from the Demon Suppression Division had actually played a role and handled a few cases.

However, this alone wasn't enough to make them remember him; the most important thing was that Constable Lin had a good attitude toward him.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two had a shallow relationship.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to bring Chen Ran along every time there was a good opportunity.

But everyone was just envious of this; being able to connect with that line required luck, but ultimately, it still depended on ability.

Constable Lin would not keep useless people around.

...

Six Doors, Archive Room.

Lin Wan was dressed in her official uniform, her hair tied in a ponytail, holding several dossiers in her hands.

She flipped through them continuously, not even noticing a few strands of hair falling in front of her eyes.

"This shouldn't be. Why is there no information on this person?"

Lin Wan put down another stack of dossiers, feeling somewhat discouraged.

In these past few days, she had nearly flipped through all the recorded dossiers related to blades from the last twenty years.

Yet none of the cases matched that standard.

That mysterious Saber Master was like a ghost, suddenly appearing without any records or documentation.

But anyone capable of Cultivating to such a Realm must have shown their talent from a young age; how could they possibly be a nobody?

"Could it be that the direction of my investigation is wrong? Should I not have started with blade techniques?"

Lin Wan frowned slightly, her mind quickly synthesizing all the clues she had gathered during this period.

"A master in both blade usage and hard body techniques, the martial arts used are related to the Red Lotus Demonic Cult, and the age is similar to my own..."

"Perhaps he is not from the capital and only recently came to settle here?"

Thinking of this, Lin Wan realized that her previous speculations were all reasonable.

No wonder there was no similar information in the dossiers; she had never heard of such a name within the capital either.

But if he were from another prefecture, the amount of information to investigate would be too vast.

Just then, a few light knocks sounded from outside the door.

Knock... knock.

"Enter."

"Lord Lin." Chen Ran pushed the door open, entered, and cupped his hands in greeting.

Seeing who had arrived, Lin Wan was not the least bit surprised; instead, she spoke unhurriedly:

"I asked you to investigate the situation at the prison a few days ago; do you have any new leads?"

"Reporting to Lord, according to the clues you provided, there are still a few people in the entire prison who match."

Lin Wan raised an eyebrow and put the dossiers in her hand back in their place.

For the past few days, she had been investigating that mysterious Saber Master.

Because that Saber Master had an unclear connection to the prison, she had entrusted her colleague, the jailer Chen Ran, to investigate the matter.

It was originally an unintentional act, but she hadn't expected that he would actually find leads?

Lin Wan turned around:

"Who are they?"

Chen Ran's expression was strange as he took a few dossiers from his waist and handed them over.

"According to the hard body characteristic of having a golden glow all over that you described, a few months ago, there was indeed a prisoner who entered the jail with this characteristic."