Published at 19th of August 2024 8:30 am

Chapter 2255 Demon

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2255 Demon

Yun Lintian touched the flaw in the rune matrix, his mental power flowing into it, disrupting the delicate balance of the runes.

The chains shuddered, the runes flickering erratically. A wave of energy rippled through the chains, the metal groaning under the strain.

The prisoners watched with bated breath, their eyes widening as they witnessed the impossible. But just as quickly as it began, the chains settled, the runes regaining their stable glow. Yun Lintian's face contorted in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead. He could feel the chain madly absorbed his power, making him unable to exert more strength.

The Mad Monk, seeing Yun Lintian's struggle, burst into laughter, his raspy voice echoing through the prison. "Ha! I knew it! You really thought you could break those chains with brute force? You're just a naive little lamb, lost in a den of wolves."

The other prisoners joined in the laughter, their voices a chorus of mockery and derision.

"Hey, lamb chop! Better luck next time!" the burly man with scars roared, his voice booming through the prison.

The red-haired woman giggled, her melodic voice laced with sarcasm. "Perhaps you should try using your charm instead of your strength, little lamb. You might have more luck seducing the chains."

The wizened old man cackled, his voice a dry rasp. "You're a fool, boy. Those chains were forged by the gods themselves. No mortal can break them."

Yun Lintian remained unfazed by the ridicules hurled at him. He continued to strain against the chains, his muscles bulging with the effort. But no matter how hard he tried, the chains remained stubbornly intact, their runes glowing with an infuriatingly smug light.

After what seemed like an eternity, Yun Lintian finally retracted his hands. His energy depleted, his body trembling with exhaustion. The Mad Monk, seeing Yun Lintian's defeat, approached his cell, a smug grin on his face. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "It seems the little lamb has learned his lesson. Perhaps you'll think twice before trying to such a foolish attempt again."

The other prisoners continued to mock and jeer, their voices a constant reminder of Yun Lintian's failure.

Yun Lintian ignored the noises around him and tried to recall everything he knew about ancient runes. The runes on the chain were similar to those he remembered, but there was a subtle difference in the way they were inscribed. He had to figure out how it worked.

Meanwhile, deep within the prison, in a cell shrouded in perpetual darkness, a figure watched Yun Lintian's actions with keen interest. He was an old man, his hair white as snow, his skin wrinkled and weathered. His eyes, however, were as sharp and piercing as a hawk's.

This man was a legend among the prisoners, a mysterious figure known only as the White Haired Demon. He had been imprisoned for millenniums, his crimes so heinous that even the Divine Light Cousin feared him.

He had seen countless prisoners come and go, but none had ever piqued his interest like Yun Lintian. Not because of his unwavering determination or unusual calmness, but because of his unique aura.

"Interesting," the White Haired Demon muttered to himself, a faint smile playing on his lips. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes closing as he sank into deep thought. He had a feeling that Yun Lintian's arrival would change everything.

The Mad Monk shuddered at the sound of the old man's voice. The ongoing laughter abruptly stopped, and the entire prison fell into a deadly silence.

Yun Lintian noticed the sudden change in atmosphere and briefly raised his head to look around. He saw that everyone had already retreated back into their cells and hidden themselves in the corners, as if afraid of being seen.

He turned to look towards the deepest area of the prison. Although he couldn't use his divine energy, Yun Lintian's superb eyesight allowed him to see a white-haired old man.

With a single glance, Yun Lintian could sense an enormous power residing in the old man's body. It was unlike anything he had ever encountered. Without the chains, the old man could likely destroy the entire city by himself.

"Don't look at him," the Mad Monk whispered in fear. "Remember, boy. If you want to live, never talk to him."

"Why?" Yun Lintian asked curiously.

"He... he's a demon. Everyone calls him the White-Haired Demon. Several people have died tragically at his hands over the years." The Mad Monk's face was ghastly pale as he spoke.

Yun Lintian's curiosity about the mysterious old man grew stronger. What crime had he committed to be imprisoned here? And how had the Divine Light Cousin subdued him?

Yun Lintian didn't ask anything further and turned his attention back to the chain, continuing to study the runes.

***

Inside the tall tower, Huang Zheng and Huang Ba impatiently waited to meet Huang Xian. Without permission, neither of them could recklessly go to the top floor.

"Second Uncle…" Huang Ba couldn't wait any longer.

"Shut up. There's no point in saying anything right now." Huang Zheng glared at him coldly.

Huang Ba lowered his head and fell silent. He thought for a moment and secretly contacted Gu Bingning and Long Jingxia.

Huang Zheng frowned with dissatisfaction when he saw this but he didn't stop Huang Ba.

On the top floor, Huang Xian calmly took a sip of tea and looked at Chang Ke. "I didn't know your people were this bold."

A cold glint flashed across Chang Ke's eyes as he spoke. "Qian Shang has long been corrupted by greed. If it weren't for Brother Qian, I wouldn't have spared him."

"What are you going to do? If I remember correctly, Bai Ze has been locked up here." Huang Xian asked calmly.

Chang Ke thought for a moment and said. "Let's take him out."

Huang Xian stared at Chang Ke and asked. "Are you sure? Don't you want to see it?"

"The choice is yours. That young man is your acquaintance, after all. I don't know how long he can last there." Chang Ke tossed the decision back to Huang Xian.

Huang Xian fell silent for a while and said. "One week. Let's give him one week."

"Sure." Chang Ke naturally had no objection.

"What about those moths?" Huang Xian asked. Naturally, he was talking about the Nine Hells Gate's people.

"I've tolerated them for a while now. It seems they have forgotten about me." Chang Ke said calmly, his voice brimming with murderous intent.

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