The extraordinary daily life of people with super powers

After all, he is a disciple with natural spiritual roots, so he should have this privilege.

But he wanted to go further down.

You know, even with his status as the sect leader, he cannot go to the eighteenth-level sky prison. Without the consent of the Lord of the Punishment Hall, no one can go to the eighteenth-level sky prison.

Even he, the sect leader, doesn’t know what’s down there.

"Old Senior, the prison becomes more dangerous the further down we go."

Qiao Shuzhen said earnestly: "Although there is a formation arrangement, those imprisoned are not ordinary people, and it is easy for something to go wrong."

"You should know that starting from the thirteenth level of the prison, there are no disciples guarding it."

It’s not that I don’t want to arrange it, but it’s easy for something to go wrong.

Currently, the prisoner imprisoned in the 13th-floor prison is a witch. The guards who had been there before were only there for a month at most and three days at most. They must have been seduced by the witch.

Either attacking the formation or killing fellow disciples...

After the death of four or five guards, the Punishment Hall no longer had any guards.

"That's nothing. I will protect Fellow Daoist Ansheng." Yan Lehai said.

"An Sheng...Fellow Daoist..."

Qiao Shuzhen couldn't understand it. The other party was obviously a protector sent by the sect, so why did he now act like an equal to him?

And she was not afraid to break the sect's laws for him.

The protectors of the other two disciples with natural spiritual roots were not like him.

"Old senior, I..."

Qiao Shuzhen wanted to say something, but a figure walked over and said, "Haha, what are you arguing about?"

"Meet Zhenhai Zhenjun."

"Meet Zhenhai Zhenjun."

Both Qiao Shuzhen and Yan Lehai bowed and shouted. There was no other reason, because the person who came was Yuanying Zhenjun Qian Zhenhai.

Don't be fooled by his short and fat figure, but he is basically the longest-lived Yuanying Zhenjun in Huashen Sect, and is also the actual leader of Huashen Sect at present.

After all, the other Yuanying Zhenjuns are like mysterious dragons that are hard to find, and only this one can find someone.

"Master, this is what happened." Qiao Shuzhen and Yan Lehai quickly recounted what had happened.

After listening to this, Qian Zhenhai did not answer first. Instead, he looked at Yan Lehai and asked, "You said he mentioned the Blood Demon?"

"Yes."

"Ah."

There was nothing visible in Qian Zhenhai's eyes. He didn't say anything, and the other two didn't dare to say anything more.

"Okay, agree to his request."

"However, there is no entrance to the eighteenth floor of the Heavenly Prison. If he wants to get in, it depends on his ability. The rest is up to him."

"This..." Qiao Shuzhen was dumbfounded. He could understand why the Protector acted recklessly. After all, he didn't know how long the Protector had been sleeping, so it was normal for him to be unfamiliar with the current laws of the sect.

But why are you messing around like that?

But there was no way out. Since Yuanying Zhenjun had spoken, he would not dare to disobey even if he had a hundred times the courage.

I had no choice but to answer, “Yes.”

"Well, you guys go down." Qian Zhenhai waved his hand and was about to drive them away.

When the two were about to reach the door, he said again: "Le Hai, you don't need to worry about the matter of protecting the Dao."

"Master, I..." Yan Lehai felt anxious.

Qiao Shuzhen on the side looked up and thought, so your name is "Le Hai".

"But Le Hai, Zhen Hai, are these two related?"

Qiao Shuzhen was thinking about it, but when he saw Qian Zhenhai looking at him meaningfully, he quickly lowered his head and dared not think too much.

"A protector is just a protector and shouldn't have any feelings," Qian Zhenhai said.

"Alas, I will follow the orders of the True Lord."

Yan Lehai bowed and turned to leave.

"Then, Master Zhen, I will leave first."

Seeing this, Qiao Shuzhen also left in a hurry.

In the huge hall, only Qian Zhenhai's short and fat figure was left.

"In just a few days, I have reached the fourth level of Qi training and tempered the Xuanshui Flag by half."

"Yes, it is indeed good."

"It's worth it that I gave you this flag."

Qian Zhenhai silently looked at the statue in the center of the hall. The originally normal statue seemed to have changed in his eyes. The left half of the face showed compassion for the world, while the right half of the face showed madness and bloodthirstiness.

"The Blood Demon has been missing for decades, it's time for him to come out."

"My Huashen Sect existed in the past, exists now, and will exist in the future!"

Chapter 27: The Inner Demon of Master Ansheng

"What is hidden in the Eighteenth Level Prison?"

"Even the leader of Huashen Sect can't go down?"

Tang Ansheng played with the black dragon-shaped token in his hand, thinking constantly.

This dragon-shaped token was given to him by Yan Lehai. He said that with this token, one can freely enter and exit the prison on the thirteenth floor and below without being blocked by the formation.

But if you just want to go to the eighteenth floor, it’s not possible. There is no entrance or exit on the eighteenth floor, and even the sect leader cannot enter.

"There are no fixed guards in the prisons on the thirteenth floor and below. Every once in a while, the sect will arrange for someone to go in and check on the situation."

"As for the twelfth floor and above, the sect has arranged a special position for me, and I can come and go freely."

According to Yan Lehai, the Punishment Hall specially gave him a position of Patrol Officer, which had no real power, but in terms of status it was still above the white-robed stewards of the first six levels.

The patrol envoy only patrols, not guards.

Logically speaking, Tang Ansheng was just a new disciple. Even if he had a natural spiritual root, it was impossible for him to receive such preferential treatment and have the Punishment Hall arrange such a high position for him.

After all, a genius is just a genius, not a strong person.

But according to Yan Lehai, it was a certain Yuanying Zhenjun who gave the order.

As for who it was, Yan Lehai refused to say.

"Humph, if you show courtesy to others, you must have some ulterior motive."

“There is no such thing as a free lunch.”

Tang Ansheng thought to himself: "No matter what you intend to do, when my magic power...my divine power is perfected, you won't be able to control it then."

When you are poor, you can only take care of yourself; when you are rich, you can help the world; when you are strong, you have been strong since ancient times.

This is a fine tradition of the flower growers in the main world. How could Tang Ansheng, a native of the main world, forget it?

The next day, Tang Ansheng walked to the entrance to the second floor of the Sky Prison again. This time, the guards seemed to have been notified in advance and spoke up:

"Greetings, Lord Patrolman."

"Ah."

Tang Ansheng responded and then walked into the second-floor prison.

The second-floor prison is darker than the first-floor prison, and the flow of spiritual energy in the air is slower, creating an even greater sense of oppression on people.

"Fellow Daoist Yan said that he can no longer protect me in secret. It seems that the trajectory of [Knowing Destiny] has changed a little."

"Without other people watching, there is no need to hide many things anymore." Tang Ansheng thought.

In fact, if Yan Lehai knew what he was thinking, he would just cry out in injustice, "You old man, you didn't even think of hiding it!"

Whether it's taking someone's essence and blood, or using a flag to suck blood, basically you can do whatever you want without any taboos.

If it weren't for the pressure from Yuanying Zhenjun, the news that a vampire had appeared in the Huashen Sect would have spread far and wide.

The prisoners and guards who saw Tang Ansheng using the flag to absorb the essence and blood had all their memories erased by Yan Lehai.

"Show me the files on the prisoners on this floor."

"Yes, my lord."

Tang Ansheng's life is now basically on track. Apart from practicing every day, he goes to the prisoners to "get money".

Those who are imprisoned in the Sky Prison have basically committed serious crimes, and only a very small number are wrongly accused.

Of course, the files are written by people and there may be errors, so Tang Ansheng judges whether a person is good or not mainly based on the files combined with his own observations.

First, those who speak ill of him are absolutely bad guys and must be severely punished.

Second, those who do not obey his orders are also bad guys and must be severely punished.

Thirdly, those who are dissatisfied with him are big bad guys and cannot be let off in the slightest.

fourth……

In the past three months, Tang Ansheng has done nothing except making money from the first floor of the prison to the twelfth floor.

"Your name is Yinshan Old Demon? Do you like to turn people into mummies?"

"This word yin is not acceptable. It violates my taboo. Come on, bring a lamp and shine it into his eyes without stopping."

"When it turns into Yangshan, we can talk again."

"Hmm? The way you looked at me just now was not right. It contained hatred."

"I have always told people that you can just dig out their eyes."

Captain Tang Ansheng said amiably to the guards following behind him, "By the way, don't forget to pay them. These people are very bad. Pay them at least once a day."

"Understand?"

The guards looked at each other and said tremblingly, "Yes."

Transferring money is the rule in prison, they understand this, but they won’t say it openly.

On the first day Tang Ansheng arrived, he told them that they had to transfer a lot of money.

At first they thought that a greedy boss had arrived.

But they never expected that Tang Ansheng's way of making money was different from theirs. They only wanted to make external objects such as spirit stones and magic weapons.

Tang Ansheng really wants to beat the blood out of the person.

"But sir, this man has been beaten ninety times in a row. If he continues to be beaten, I'm afraid he will die." said a guard.

"You mean the flower thief?"

"Yes, sir." The guard's eyes showed reluctance.

The flower thief was originally imprisoned in this prison. He was a fair-skinned young man who made no noise or trouble every day, but he loved to talk nonsense.

Compared with other prisoners, he is relatively sensible.

But in the past three months, he has been taken care of by Tang Ansheng. He has his essence and blood injected at least once a day, and then he is fed with prepared food for nourishment.

But how can this nourishment be as harmful to the body as the money spent?

This flower-stealing thief is now as thin as a bone, hanging on by a thread. If he is beaten for money again, he will basically be dead.

Tang Ansheng shook his head and said, "This man not only picks flowers, but also sucks people's essence and blood to use for cultivation. Every time he picks, at least one woman will be sucked dry of her essence and blood."

"You sympathize with his plight, but who will sympathize with those who died?"

"But……"

The young guard wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old guard who said quickly, "Sir, he just arrived and doesn't know much."