The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 173 - 117: Fire Refinement

Chapter 173: Chapter 117: Fire Refinement

"Indeed. This is that... the item she gave me that day. After so many years, she never showed herself. Now that you’ve come of age, it’s time to pass it on to you."

Wen Liangyu was a half-demon, with an extraordinary sense of smell, and immediately noticed a faint, delicate fragrance coming from the hairpin, reserved and sublime. "My mother... is she a fox demon? Is this hairpin engraved with her true body?"

Wenger pondered and said, "Perhaps. I have never seen her true body. Despite years of searching everywhere, I’ve found no trace of her. And seeing your own face, it really does resemble the fox on this hairpin. She must be a fox demon."

Wen Liangyu inwardly smiled wryly. With his own visage, compared to the charming fox on the hairpin, the difference was immeasurable. If his mother looked like him, how could his father dare to approach her, let alone have him?

As he held the hairpin in hand, he couldn’t help but grip it tightly, reluctant to let go. Wenger looked at him several times and hesitated, "Yu’er, having kept you confined in this small courtyard for all these years, do you hate me?"

Wen Liangyu was startled, "Father, what are you talking about? My life was given and preserved by you, I can barely keep up with my gratitude, how can we even speak of ’hate’?"

"Good, good." City Lord Wen seemed to let a weight off his chest, patted his son on the shoulder, and said, "You are a good child, but I am not a good father. Alas, I have let you down." Having said that, he allowed Wen Liangyu to respectfully escort him to the entrance of the small courtyard and slowly walked away.

Wen Liangyu watched his father’s still upright figure, chewing on his words, feeling a mixture of emotions.

At this moment, Ning Xiaoxian was planning to visit Liu Manzi, who was detained in the prison. After all, he was the first human compatriot she had personally sent to the God Demon Prison.

"Uh, Mistress, are you sure you want to see him?" Qiongqi asked cautiously.

She noticed that Changtian, who was reading a book, didn’t glance up, but his jaw tensed slightly, clearly somewhat concerned. Heh, she had long figured out many of Changtian’s subconscious reactions. For instance, his body language right now indicated that he didn’t want her to visit Liu Manzi. Why was that?

She gave a sidelong glance at the Pill Furnace: "What, I can’t go?" No wonder everyone wants to be a noble lord; this feeling of having control over others is really great!

"Of course, of course!" Qiongqi chuckled, "This God Demon Prison is all yours, there’s nowhere you can’t go. It’s just that you should be prepared, his current state... is not very good."

Not very good?

So she prepared for the "not very good" condition she was told to expect. But upon entering the fourth level of the Demon Prison’s cell and seeing for herself, Ning Xiaoxian frowned. The man named Liu Manzi lay silently in the cell, eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face, his clothes neat without a tear, seemingly in a deep sleep. Shouldn’t someone who has been severely tortured appear weathered by the tiger bench, having drunk chili water, disheveled, with a swollen nose and bruised face, covered in blood, and clothes torn and bloodstained? Liu Manzi’s condition greatly differed from what she expected.

"This doesn’t look like someone who’s been tortured at all," she said straightforwardly.

Qiongqi sighed and explained, "If he had been tortured, he would have taken it like a treat. Mistress, cultivators are not like ordinary people; as long as they maintain their mental strength, they can ignore physical torment. The physical punishments inflicted upon the body can only harm his flesh."

She thought about it and understood. In her own world, some agents had been professionally trained and could really "leave their bodies" to avoid the cries of pain nerves when under extreme torture. Here, cultivators naturally have such abilities, the perks of cultivation are indeed against the heavens.

"So, where is he ’not very good’ then?"

"There!"

Following Qiongqi’s direction, she looked towards the illuminated lamp on the prison wall and noticed it was quite unusual. The lamp, only the size of a palm, emitted a soft luminescent white light, but black qi flashed across it occasionally. It was made of Hexagonal Glass, finely crafted, crystal clear, with beautiful intertwined flower patterns on its body - clearly, a very valuable artifact that could fetch several thousand taels of silver outside. It was odd, indeed. Such a high-grade treasure should ideally reside not in a cell but in a collector’s secret chamber.

Moreover, the bean-sized flame inside the lamp looked familiar. After a closer look, the purely black flame burned silently, giving off a sinister light, and as she approached, it seemed to come to life, twisting as if it recognized and welcomed her. F*cking hell! That was Changtian’s Mysterious Netherworld Divine Fire, no less, and among the varieties of flames, it was the most terrifying Soul Burning Fire.

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