361: Chapter 361 Catch them back and cherish them!

Inside the dark and damp water prison.

Over a dozen Prodigies who had just ascended from the Lower Realm.

At this moment, they were hanging in mid-air, their shoulder blades pierced and locked by thick chains.

In the Lower Realm, every one of these individuals was an Old Ancestor-level figure who could summon wind and rain and dominate a region.

Yet now, they were all like livestock waiting to be slaughtered, covered in blood.

Just then,

the stone door at the end of the water prison slowly opened.

Yue Ningshuang walked into the water prison, surrounded by a group of attendants at the Mahayana Stage.

She was wearing a magnificent purple immortal dress.

The hem of her dress dragged across the damp ground, yet it did not get stained with even a speck of mud.

The faint firelight shone on her face, illuminating her stunningly beautiful features and cold expression.

"You may withdraw."

Yue Ningshuang stopped and waved her jade hand lightly.

The attendants immediately bowed and turned to leave.

As the stone door closed, Yue Ningshuang leaned back lazily.

A giant purple petal, formed from pure spiritual energy, appeared out of thin air.

The petal steadily supported her exquisite, graceful, and alluring body.

"Let me take a good look."

"Which little mouse is hiding the top-grade Origin that can allow me to reach the True Immortal stage?"

As her voice fell,

she reached out with her jade hand and grabbed at the empty air.

"Clang!"

One of the ascended Cultivators hanging on the far left, along with the iron chains locking his shoulder blades,

was pulled over.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a scream of tearing flesh,

the ascended Cultivator was sucked in front of her like a small chick, suspended in mid-air and unable to move.

Yue Ningshuang extended her slender jade finger and gently tapped the center of the ascended Cultivator's forehead.

After closing her eyes and sensing for a moment, she shook her head in disgust.

"What a pity."

"The Origin is incredibly impure; it doesn't even qualify as the lowest-grade Cauldron."

"This isn't the one I'm looking for..."

Before her sigh had fully faded,

Yue Ningshuang exerted a slight force with her fingertip.

"Bang!"

The ascended Cultivator's Physical Body exploded instantly.

His Divine Soul also dissipated on the spot under the impact of the Qi.

In the blink of an eye, he was completely dead, his Dao extinguished.

The water prison was silent for a moment.

All the ascended Cultivators were terrified.

Although they knew the Upper Realm was cruel, they never expected it to be cruel to this extent!

A Cultivator at the Mahayana Stage Perfection, just killed like that?

Yue Ningshuang waved her sleeve in disgust, dispersing the blood mist drifting toward her.

Afterward, she raised her hand again.

"Come here."

The second ascended Cultivator was grabbed from the air and pulled over.

This ascended Cultivator, clearly scared out of his wits by the scene just now, struggled frantically.

"Fairy, spare me! Senior, spare me!"

"This Junior has countless Heaven And Earth Treasure, I will offer them all to you!"

"Please, don't kill me!"

Yue Ningshuang turned a deaf ear, her jade finger once again tapping the center of his forehead.

Two breaths later.

"Trash."

"Bang!"

Another cloud of blood mist exploded.

Then came the third.

"Garbage."

"Bang!"

The fourth.

"Disgusting."

"Bang!"

Yue Ningshuang grabbed four ascended Cultivators in succession, and after finding nothing, she crushed them all with a wave of her hand.

Seeing the smell of blood in the water prison becoming increasingly heavy,

the remaining ascended Cultivators were already leaking yellow and white filth from their crotches.

Soon, it was Wang Batian's turn.

Wang Batian's face was deathly pale.

Before he ascended, he had arrogantly declared that he would make the Fairies of the Upper Realm tremble for him.

Now, he only prayed to survive.

Before Yue Ningshuang's jade finger could touch his forehead,

Wang Batian shouted at the top of his lungs without hesitation.

"Fairy, spare me! Don't kill me!"

"I know who you are looking for! I will tell you everything!"

This sentence worked.

Yue Ningshuang paused, retracted her finger, changed the position of her legs, and rested her cheek on her left hand.

She looked at the terrified strong man in front of her with great interest.

"Oh? An unexpected gain, tell me about it."

Seeing a chance to survive, Wang Batian didn't care about any moral principles.

He spilled everything that happened at the Ascension Pool like beans from a bamboo tube.

Without missing a single word.

"That person also just ascended!"

"He was wearing a black and white yin-yang dharma robe, was extremely handsome, and had a very unique aura!"

"His strength was terrifying; he wasn't suppressed by the Laws of the Spirit Realm at all! The steward of the Tianxuan Immortal Sect was blown up by his single punch."

"Elder Wang, who is at the Peak Mahayana Stage, was also suppressed by him with a wave of his hand, and even his natal flying sword was broken!"

"He took all of our Storage Ring, he is definitely the person you are looking for!"

To survive, Wang Batian sold out all of Cao Kun's background completely.

As he spoke, he observed Yue Ningshuang's expression out of the corner of his eye, trying to see a look of satisfaction on her face.

After hearing Wang Batian's description, Yue Ningshuang stuck out her pink tongue and lightly licked her red lips.

"Handsome and powerful."

"And can suppress a Peak Mahayana Stage Cultivator with a wave of his hand."

"This prey is becoming more and more to my liking; I really want to catch him now and pamper him well."

Seeing that Yue Ningshuang was in a good mood, Wang Batian hurriedly fawned and leaned forward.

"Sect Master..."

"I have told you everything I know, even what clothes he was wearing."

"Do you think... you could just let me go?"

"I am willing to join the Tianxuan Immortal Sect and be your most loyal dog!"

Yue Ningshuang's pleasant fantasy was interrupted by Wang Batian.

The charm in her eyes vanished, replaced by endless coldness and disgust.

"Let you go?"

Yue Ningshuang sneered.

"Since that man lifted the Law suppression for you and spared your miserable life, it could barely count as him doing you a favor."

"Yet to save your own life, you betrayed your savior without hesitation."

"Your character as trash is truly terrible."

"I feel disgusted just looking at you."

"Furthermore, you actually dared to look me directly in the eyes just now; your crimes are countless!"

Wang Batian was stunned.

No, big sister, are you being reasonable?

The cultivation world is all about the strong eating the weak; isn't it only natural to betray others to save one's own life?

You, a bloodthirsty Devil Head, are actually lecturing me on character and morality!

"No... no... Sect Master, you were the one who told me to speak!"

Wang Batian was so aggrieved he was about to cry.

Unfortunately, Yue Ningshuang had no intention of giving this clown any chance to defend himself, and she flicked her finger.

A sharp burst of Qi struck Wang Batian's Dantian directly.

"Pfft!"

"Ah, my cultivation! My Primordial Spirit!"

Wang Batian fell heavily to the ground, rolling and howling in pain.

Thousands of years of cultivation vanished in a single breath.

Yue Ningshuang didn't even glance at him, and ordered coldly toward the outside of the stone door.

"Come here."

The stone door opened.

Two attendants walked in quickly and knelt on the ground.

"Drag him out."

"Throw him into the deepest part of the mining area and let him mine black ice iron for the rest of his life."

"Tell the steward to give him the bare minimum amount of food every day, just enough to ensure he doesn't die."

The attendants acknowledged the order.

They hoisted Wang Batian, who was already rolling his eyes in pain, from left and right, and dragged him out of the water prison.