339: Blackhorn Prison Day Trip

All eyes around were drawn to her.

She circulated her spiritual power, trying to suppress it, but the medicine's potency clung tightly, refusing to be shaken off. Even peak sixth-tier spiritual power had no effect against it.

Shang Wan Ning leaned leisurely against the back of her chair, observing Red Candle's flustered state, and said, "Oh, what's wrong, Sister Red Candle? You look so terrible, could it be you drank too much?"

Ling Qi put down her wine glass, as if watching a predetermined outcome.

Red Candle caught the mockery in Shang Wan Ning's eyes and finally reacted.

That cup of wine was problematic!

This woman was not a new guest at all.

"Who are you?"

Her voice had turned shrill, laced with exasperated sharpness, completely different from her earlier seductive tone.

Shang Wan Ning raised a hand.

Xiao Si's voice echoed in every corner of the bar, a gloating electronic tone saying, "Friendly reminder: Meise Bar prohibits dine-and-dash behavior. Violators will receive 'special treatment.' Today's 'treatment' has been delivered—congratulations to Ms. Red Candle, for receiving a Twelve-Hour Pure Female Experience Card."

Laughter instantly erupted. Zhulong looked at the mocking gazes around him, feeling the uncontrollable changes in his body, his face flushing crimson with shame and anger.

"How dare you!"

He roared, and demonic energy burst forth, the peak sixth-tier pressure sweeping towards Shang Wan Ning. "I am a Zhulong clone! How dare an ant scheme against me?"

This furious roar instantly silenced the entire bar.

Shang Wan Ning's hand holding the wine glass paused, her eyes slightly darkening.

Zhulong?

The first deity to awaken in the Source Realm was this lecherous old demon. He was usually exceptionally intelligent, but when faced with beauty, he seemed to lose his way.

She put down her wine glass and slowly stood up. The coldness around her receded, replaced by the imposing aura of an emperor looking down on the world.

The chill in her phoenix eyes almost froze the Yin energy: "So, it's a distinguished guest from the Source Realm."

"You dine and dash on Our territory, injure Our Prefecture City God, and still dare to ask who We are?"

As soon as her voice fell, several soul locking chains shot out from the void, wrapping around Zhulong's wrists with a 'hua la' sound.

"Take him away," Shang Wan Ning ordered indifferently.

The Ghost Messengers immediately stepped forward, restraining the still struggling Zhulong. He had completely transformed into his female form, a red slip dress clinging to his slender body, making him appear even more disheveled as he struggled.

"Shang Wan Ning, how dare you imprison me?" The clone roared, golden vertical pupils rotating in his eye sockets. Demonic energy surged but couldn't break through the soul locking chains. "When my main body descends, I will surely turn your Underworld upside down."

Shang Wan Ning ignored the clone's threat and flicked her fingertip: "Lock him in the Black Horn Iron Prison and let him 'experience' twelve hours properly."

"Also..."

She looked at the bartender behind the counter, "Settle his 'five days' worth of bills, principal and interest, deducted from his divine soul."

The bartender quickly nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty."

The Ghost Messengers dragged the cursing Zhulong out, and the murmuring in the bar resumed, this time with a hint of awe.

No one had expected that Sister Red Candle, who had been so arrogant for five days, was actually a deity from the Source Realm, nor had they expected His Majesty to personally intervene.

And to deal with him in such a 'special' way.

Shang Wan Ning turned to Ling Qi: "Sister Ling, let's go."

"Okay, Sister," Ling Qi played along with Shang Wan Ning's little flirtation, and the two walked out of Meise Bar side by side.

The wind on Yin Street carried moisture. Ling Qi turned her head to look at her: "I didn't expect it to be Zhulong."

"Indeed, I didn't," Shang Wan Ning snorted.

"The old pervert woke up and didn't stay properly in the Source Realm, but came to Yin Street to act like a hooligan. It's quite an eye-opener."

Ling Qi chuckled: "This 'Daughter Red' was certainly used in the right place."

"To deal with old perverts like him, you need to use methods they don't understand," Shang Wan Ning's hand brushed her earring. "Let's go back, Chen Yu must be getting anxious."

Two figures flickered in the twilight, quickly disappearing at the end of Yin Street.

In the Black Horn Iron Prison, Zhulong was trapped in a barrier, looking at his slender wrists and feeling the unfamiliar way spiritual power circulated within his body, trembling with rage.

He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and had never suffered such humiliation.

Meanwhile, in Jiaotai Palace, Chen Yu was peeking through the palace doors. Seeing Shang Wan Ning and Ling Qi return, she immediately bounced over.

"Your Majesty, did you catch him?"

Shang Wan Ning nodded: "Caught him. He's an old pervert from the Source Realm, named Red Candle."

She didn't tell the White-Haired Loli that Red Candle was a Zhulong clone, so as not to worry her unnecessarily.

"He's already locked up in the Iron Prison for 'reflection.' I've recovered your debt for you."

Chen Yu's eyes lit up, and her ahoge wagged happily: "Your Majesty is the best!" As she spoke, she tried to burrow into her arms again.

Shang Wan Ning sidestepped, flicking her forehead: "If you keep being handsy, I'll lock you up with that old pervert."

Chen Yu immediately stood straight and stuck out her tongue.

Ling Qi glanced at this scene, her lips curving into a smile.

The immortals and gods of the Source Realm are beginning to awaken; this is just the beginning.

But no matter who comes, anyone who dares to act wildly on His Majesty's territory must pay the price.

...In the Black Horn Iron Prison, the cell door clanged shut.

Red Candle was thrown onto the center of the torture platform, special chains wrapping around his limbs. The chains were covered in barbs that pierced the flesh without drawing a single drop of blood, instead frantically sucking out the spiritual power within his body.

"Stay awake."

The Warden's sinister voice echoed in the cell. He toyed with a string of bronze bells, their crisp clinking sound becoming a death knell in the silent prison.

"His Majesty has decreed that Your Excellency's spiritual power must not be wasted; it must serve as 'fuel' for the Iron Prison."

Red Candle was still struggling, his female body trembling with rage, golden vertical pupils staring at the Warden. "How dare you, I am Zhulong..."

"Just a small clone of Zhulong."

The Warden sneered, waving his hand to signal the jailers to act. "When you ordered the massacre of our Underworld's Demon Clan Stronghold (Demon Clan Outpost), you probably never imagined a day like this, did you?"

The jailers had long harbored resentment. Upon hearing the command, they activated the torture platform's mechanism. The chains tightened abruptly, the barbs digging deep into the meridians. The demonic energy, which had been glowing red, was forcibly pulled out.

It flowed along the chains into the grooves in the prison wall.

"Ugh—" Red Candle groaned in pain.

This pain was different from a flesh wound; it was a tearing sensation from the depths of his divine soul.

As if countless hands were ripping apart the origin of his spiritual power.

The Warden walked to the grooves and saw the demonic energy being converted into the Iron Prison's operational energy. The ghostly lamps on the ceiling brightened slightly because of this, reflecting the look of satisfaction on his face.

"When the demon guards killed my brothers back then, their spiritual power was much more vigorous than this." He raised a hand and tapped the dial on the edge of the torture platform, and the chains' suction force increased threefold.

Red Candle's body arched, cold sweat seeping from his temples, and his once full chest visibly thinned.

He tried to gather spiritual power to resist, but the runes on the chains specifically countered demonic spiritual power. Each attempt to gather it felt like an ice pick piercing his sea of consciousness.

"Switch to the 'Spirit Transfer Array'," the Warden commanded.

The jailers quickly adjusted the array. The chains' glow changed from black to dark gold, and the rhythm of spiritual power extraction became erratic, sometimes sucking fiercely, sometimes deliberately pausing. This caused Red Candle's spiritual power to surge wildly within his body, yet it couldn't break free from the chains' confinement.