Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 435 Prison
All too familiar drowsiness and darkness.

After losing the perception of the real world, the consciousness falls into a deep sea without light, but after sinking continuously and reaching the "bottom of the sea", at this deepest place, another world unfolds in front of you.

State of mind.

The deep sky covers the distant mountains, and the door to the fairyland is buried in the deepest part of the boundless purple bamboo.

Pei Ye strolled in the white mist and no longer felt cold or dangerous. It was like soft silk that he could play with at will between his fingers.

He raised his head and looked at the long beard that was out of reach in the sky. For the first time, he felt extremely safe that the Immortal King was trapped behind a solid barrier.

[Xitingxin] did not destroy the connection between the host and Zhaotu, but cut off the connection between Zhaotu and the Immortal Lord.

This is of course correct. Obviously, the edict map can have countless hosts, but there is only one Immortal Lord.

That distant gaze still exists, but the countdown to his advent has at least temporarily stopped. Allowing "Purple Bamboo Forest" to merge into his mind, this passage between heaven and earth will never open through him again.

Pei Ye looked at the vast and magical world in front of him, believing that he had obtained a rare treasure in the quality of "mind" that transcends cultivation. However, he was indeed immature and unfamiliar with it. Apart from the strenuous but simple confrontations he had experienced, he had never set foot in this mysterious and profound field.

The "heart sword" may not be counted as one of them, because Pei Ye discovered that it does not rely on the mobilization of the mind and spirit, but instead relies on the sword that is actually held in the hand in the material world.

Then he became more and more aware that the "sword" might really be a magical power that was spread to the entire human world.

The reason why it has its current status is that it stands so outstandingly outside the entire cultivation system. Its height does not depend on Xuanqi, heaven and earth, status or cultivation. With just a sword and a tree of true qi, even a Pulse Realm cultivator can kill a Xuanmen cultivator.

Although, the swordsmanship that can cross the gap of profound energy is itself a miracle.

Pei Ye was thinking about these things and climbed up the Snowy Mountain in Xiting Fairyland again. He had just lit up one of the seven divine palaces, and through it he had established a deep and solid connection with Xiting Xin.

As a relic of an immortal god of the same status as the edict map, if he could reach the Nine Heavens through the edict map, then this immortal bead could connect him to the human world.

When he entered the temple and stood before the ancient jade platform, a real and solid power opened its arms to him.

It comes from the earth where he stands, from the world itself.

Pei Ye looked at the throne behind the jade platform that looked like it was made of black scales. It was high and beautiful. No one stopped him, but he was not in a hurry to sit on it. Here he seemed to have a natural calmness. He raised his head, his eyes seemed to pass through the roof of the temple and look at the three temples above that were still untouchable. He wondered which one of them [Daliang] was.

Pei Ye walked out of the palace, sighed lightly, and continued to wander aimlessly in this vast and desolate world, like a lonely king.

Only the kitten can speak a few words.

"What is my current situation?" he asked again with some worry.

"It seems he is not dead."

"."

Pei Ye couldn't demand a better answer from it, because he knew that the black cat couldn't see him now. The two of them were separated after the carriage finally stopped.

Pei Ye did not come to his mind realm voluntarily. In fact, he could not get out now because his body fainted again.

——Some people may seem easy-going and sociable when you first meet them, but after getting to know them better, you may find them cold and heartless.

When the clatter of horse hooves finally stopped, Pei Ye looked at Yan Feiqing with a slightly dazed look as he pointed his finger behind his neck. That plain and clean face looked businesslike, and he didn't show any intention of saying anything to him.

Pei Ye opened his mouth in horror to stop him, but Taoist Zaozi was too fast. Before he could even ask a syllable, his eyes rolled up and he collapsed.

I don't know when or where this is, nor do I know what people will do to me next. Pei Ye wrote in every letter that he had friends and backers in Shenjing, but in fact he was still a felon with his life and death uncertain. He was imprisoned in a cage with heavy black curtains all the way. The shackles were never removed. No one passed any messages to him, and every letter he sent was carefully examined. He never had the opportunity to learn any information from the outside world.

Who is in charge of his case and what their attitude is are not things the criminal himself is qualified to know.

He didn't even know why he was transferred to Shenjing, and how he would be dealt with in the end. Now he was inexplicably knocked unconscious, like a real piece of fish on the chopping board.

The only thing that could prove he was still alive was this state of mind that had not yet dissipated.

Pei Ye sighed softly, sat down cross-legged on a big rock, and quietly looked at the dilapidated fairyland buried in the snow.

I don't know how long it was before my consciousness finally felt the upward pull again.

Heavy body.

He felt sluggish, his senses were narrowed, and his whole body was groggy. He could feel his heartbeat and breathing becoming labored, and there was some discomfort on his face, as if his cheeks suddenly had weight.

After being deprived of his Qi, the cultivator would fall back to being a mortal in great discomfort, like crawling back to shore from light water, or like a free-flying bird crawling on the ground.

Pei Ye had already gotten used to it along the way, but now that he had risen from the state of mind, the sudden additional burden was so obvious.

Pei Ye frowned, but heard the black cat sighing softly in his stomach: "I always regret that this body is not mine."

"."

Pei Ye looked down at it in silence.

"The influence cannot be interrupted." said the black cat.

"."

Pei Ye was not in the mood to joke with it, because although this immortal hunter was definitely under close surveillance, he was still enjoying its light and powerful body, and he felt really uncomfortable at this moment.

Without the inner energy to recover, Pei Ye tried hard to figure out in the dizziness that the environment he was in was obviously still a deep prison.

No sound could be heard, and the surroundings were completely dark and silent. A small dim light was on in the room. He subconsciously raised his hands and tried to move towards it, but he was suddenly stiffened and his movement chain was broken. He staggered and fell to the ground.

Pei Ye awkwardly propped himself up using his hands and face, gasping for breath and looking down. The strange stiffness finally became real - he was still wearing only one piece of clothing, with his hair loose and barefoot, and his shackles on the ground, but his hands starting from his forearms were tightly clamped by a sophisticated iron tool, with dim patterns running through them, and his five fingers could not bend at all.

"." Pei Ye stood up shakily, walked out of the light and knocked on the four walls - all of them were solid cast iron.

He smiled helplessly, leaned back and sat down, believing that this time his life was no longer in his own hands.

He calculated the time by counting his breaths, not knowing how his fate was being decided outside. However, four hours had passed and no one even brought him food or water. He felt a little unbearable.

But at this moment he suddenly woke up, pricked up his ears and finally heard some very faint and vague sounds.

Those were footsteps coming from above the prison, becoming clearer and clearer, and gradually there was an echoing sound - there were definitely more than five people.

Each step was steady and even, obviously showing varying degrees of cultivation.

Pei Ye was frowning and worried, but suddenly he heard Black Cat say, "Since you entered the capital, the Immortal Terrace has spent three hours to reach this conclusion. Now the judgment document they brought down is the final judgment of the Immortal Terrace on you."

Pei Ye was stunned. He didn't understand why the black cat knew all this. The information in the words had already made him tense up.

The footsteps outside the prison stopped in front of the door at this moment. Pei Ye could only see a few blurry shadows behind the dim lights, but he knew that he must be clearly seen by everyone.

After a moment of silence, as if every eye had examined him, a man raised his hand, and the sound of unrolling a scroll could be heard in the darkness. The man recited in a solemn voice, "Written by the Minister of Justice: This man assassinated an official because of a feud between the Jianghu and the underworld. He was also involved in major cases such as the Huansi Tower, the Candle World Sect, and the Sun Tun Society. The case has not been resolved, and he should be arrested and investigated, and imprisoned for life in the [Demon Prison Land]."

Pei Ye's heart sank. Not dying was certainly a good thing, but being imprisoned forever was definitely not what he wanted. He looked at the black shadow outside the prison in silence. There came the sound of a book closing in the man's hand. Obviously, this was the result.

"Generally speaking, the power and responsibility of the Immortal Platform is to investigate cases rather than convict, especially when it involves the court." The voice of the black cat came from the belly again, "So the decision given in this document is that the major case has not been solved. You are a person involved in the case and must be imprisoned in the Immortal Platform."

"."

Pei Ye had no chance to ask anything, because the document didn't even seem to be read to him. Another strange male voice spoke in the shadows outside the prison: "Fu Fu, the warrant you read cannot be recognized by the three divisions."

The male voice said calmly: "The Temple Secretary will naturally convey the request of the three divisions, and I will also give the attitude of the Immortal Terrace."

The Temple Secretary said in a deep voice: "This case mainly involves the affairs of Huansi Tower and Zhushijiao. It is your prerogative to investigate them, and the three courts will never interfere. However, the criminal in this case assassinated an important official of the court. The crime is confirmed, the criminal name is clear, and there is a beginning and an end. He should be handed over to the three courts for trial. Your prefect said that he is still involved in the case and refused to hand it over, but he has no convincing explanation."

Deputy Historian Fu said calmly, "We will submit a case file with sufficient evidence to the Third Division tomorrow, but the Third Division is unwilling to wait."

"You know that the three courts have nowhere to verify." Si Cheng seemed to press down his sword and continued in a deep voice, "The entire case is completely controlled by you. We have no access to any relevant information about the case. The so-called evidence is nothing more than what you say."

Deputy Historian Fu said solemnly: "I will reiterate to the Temple Secretary. The criminals involved in the case are both the key parties of Huansilou and Tunrihui. The case has not been closed yet, and the three courts insist on asking for a punishment, which is destroying the case. Since the Temple Secretary brought the order from the Southern Court today, the Immortal Court will hand it over according to the rules, because the Immortal Court is responsible for inspection and the three courts are responsible for litigation, each with their own powers. Tomorrow we will definitely produce the case file, and the evidence will be sufficient. The crime committed by this person is not in the court, but in the rivers and lakes - I hope the three courts will also act according to the rules at that time."

The temple secretary said in a flat tone: "The deputy historian is joking. Which government office dares to break the rules in front of the immortal platform?"

Pei Ye listened attentively. At this moment, he felt that his five senses were becoming duller. Even at this distance, he still had trouble making out words and felt confused about his direction.

"'Si Cheng' is the Dali Si Cheng." The quiet and cold voice of the black cat came again in his stomach, "From the sixth rank and above, they are responsible for judging cases, but they are not involved in sects and martial arts, mostly involving the court and the people's livelihood. 'Small Three Departments', that is, the Dali Temple Si Zhi, the Censorate Censor and the Ministry of Justice Langguan, jointly judge cases. This is the government office that is responsible for judging cases and convicting criminals. They did not intervene in the Shaolong case this time, but only took over the criminals who tried to assassinate the governor. Usually, the Immortal Terrace will take the initiative to transfer the people involved in the court in the case to share power and duties."

"." Pei Ye frowned as he tried hard to process this unfamiliar information.

Black Cat's calm voice continued: "It's just that 'assassination of the governor' is a big case, but the fate of the murderer is not a very important matter. The three officials did not allow the Immortal Terrace to detain him, and they took the order to make a fuss, which is not too common."

"." Pei Ye's mind gradually formed a vague outline of what was happening in the shadows outside the prison. He could clearly tell that the Three Officials were acting impartially, but the Immortal Terrace must be lying.

Because he is indeed no longer involved in any case.

The plan of Huansilou was never aimed at him. He was involved accidentally. There were grudges between them, but they were not related. Nothing related to Huansilou could be found out from him.

Even if they knew something, they would have reported it long ago, not to mention that the Shaolong Huansi Tower had already been destroyed.

The Sun-Swallowing Society was even more ridiculous. His only contact with them was meeting Meng Li a few times.

Pei Ye didn't know why Xianrentai was so sure, but he was indeed a murderer with clear crimes and should be handed over to the three courts for trial.

He tried hard to look at the shadows outside the prison. At this moment, the document of life detention in Deputy Historian Fu's hand no longer seemed to be disheartening. On the contrary, being transferred to an unfamiliar government office was more disturbing intuitively.

But it seemed that this matter could only happen in this way. The Immortal Terrace gave its final attitude, and the temple secretary in the dark handed over the order. With the sound of the mechanism, the prison door opened.

No one spoke, let alone asked the poor criminal's opinion. Two heavy footsteps came in, men in black clothes and holding straight knives, and they coldly and silently escorted him out of the prison gate.

He could not see any of the dim faces at the door. In fact, he was not allowed to look up at all. However, among the motionless boots and hems of clothes, a pair of slender ones was walking towards him.

Then the pair of boots stood still, and a pair of clean hands came into view. Spiritual energy followed, removing some of the old restrictions on his body and seemed to add some new ones. Pei Ye quickly understood that this was the sorcerer of the Immortal Platform cooperating with the Three Departments to complete the transfer of the right of confinement.

Except for the torture instruments that bound his hands, nothing moved.

It made no difference to the person being tied up who held the chain, and Pei Ye didn't care too much. The hands finally tapped his wrist lightly, with a clear iron sound and flowing patterns on it, completely crushing his meridians.

In the dim light, this person stepped aside, revealing his black boots and dark green clothes. Pei Ye could tell that this person's lower garment was quite different from those of the people around him, so it must be the "temple secretary".

He held the sword at his waist and slowly took two steps back.

He seemed to look at the disheveled young prisoner for a while before finally waving his hand and the two officers escorted Pei Ye away.

At this time, a clear and bright female voice sounded next to him: "This person's acting is very real, don't be fooled."

Pei Ye shuddered suddenly and looked up subconsciously.

In the dim light, he was still able to recognize the smiling face, pretty, quiet, tall and handsome. Although they met in a different place, it was the same as two months ago.

The Black Ribbon Sorcerer of the Immortal Terrace, Xing Zhi.

The black cat once again delivered a plain sentence from its belly: "It's okay, because someone is determined to kill you, so we took a detour."

(End of this chapter)