Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 644 - : Old Demon Han

Chapter 644: Chapter 644: Old Demon Han

Wang Chen was isolated.

Although even upon arriving in the Yi Nine District he was a loner, he didn’t have any friends within his assigned area.

But at least there were prison guards willing to exchange a few words with him.

However, when Wang Chen returned from the Little Yin Mountain Tavern after having thoroughly humiliated Dao, this juicy piece of gossip spread through the Yi Nine District like a plague, and as a result, no one interacted with Wang Chen in private any longer.

It is common for prison guards to form cliques, and even the largest battle cultivator circles have their smaller factions.

As Wang Chen belonged to none of the groups, and now that he had offended someone within the battle cultivator circle, even the guards who were not part of this circle kept their distance from him,

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To avoid unnecessary trouble.

As a result, whenever Wang Chen appeared in public, there would inevitably be an invisible barrier around him.

For instance, when Wang Chen went to check in at the Supervisory Hall and encountered other colleagues, they would usually avoid him outright or pretend not to see him.

As if Wang Chen had become an Evil Wraith!

As for his reaction to having been completely ostracized—

Are there such good things?

In his view, the prison guards of Yongle Dungeon were essentially no different from the prisoners in the cells.

The place was rife with lowlifes and bullies; being cunning, backstabbing and two-faced were their standard skills.

Wang Chen never liked dealing with these people, and now that they were actively avoiding him, he couldn’t be more pleased!

Wang Chen’s purpose in joining the Forbidden Prison Department was very clear: he wanted to stay for three years to earn a household registration in Immortal City.

He wasn’t there to make friends, nor was he there to engage in secret power struggles.

Others’ ostracism suited Wang Chen just fine!

Sometimes he would encounter people like Hu Qi and Dao, who would greet him with venomous glances.

Not disguising their malice at all!

But this had absolutely no effect on Wang Chen.

As long as he was within the dungeon, he was subject to its rules and protection.

No matter how harsh Hu Qi’s opinions of Wang Chen were or how much Dao wanted to flay and dismember him, they could only watch as Wang Chen did as he pleased, powerless to cause him any real harm.

The rules were the most absolute; the Forbidden Prison Department’s rules were exceptionally strict!

Hu Qi, Dao, and others could only hope that the harsh environment of the Yi Nine District would take its toll on a newcomer like Wang Chen, who lacked guidance from the experienced guards; he might succumb to an Evil Wraith one day.

Or he might not withstand the erosion of the Yin Sha Energy and the Evil Power of malice, ending up with his soul destroyed!

That way, they would get their wish without lifting a finger.

The question was, when would Wang Chen take a big fall?

The days went by, and Wang Chen, who was assigned to the Yi Nine District, had gradually become accustomed to the work and life here.

The Yin Sha Energy, which posed the greatest threat to ordinary guards, was easily repelled by Wang Chen with his Vajra Immortality. He took no harm even from constant exposure, let alone any impact to his core essence.

As for the Evil Wraiths and Monster Spirits he encountered during patrols, those were fortunate desserts!

With each one, he either earned a decent number of Human Virtue points or increased the high-purity Spiritual Power available for cultivation!

With the powerfully unmatched demon-slaying and exorcism abilities of the Heaven-Ensnaring Punisher Net, Wang Chen thrived like a fish in water.

He also did not neglect his daily cultivation practice, gradually accumulating experience in the Innate Five Elements Skill, and steadily advancing toward higher realms, solidifying the foundation for the formation of the Golden Core.

“You’re quite interesting, kid.”

In the Yi Nine Boundary Area, a black-robed cultivator sitting cross-legged inside a cave sized up Wang Chen, who had just delivered his meal, and spoke, “It’s rare to see young people as composed as you these days.”

Although he was deprived of his freedom and his Mana and Divine Sense were sealed, his vision remained sharp and penetrating.

Since the black-robed cultivator usually only saw Wang Chen, and he had nothing else to do while imprisoned, he spent a lot of his attention observing Wang Chen.

There was no special purpose to it; it was purely out of boredom and curiosity.

However, upon observing him, the black-robed cultivator noticed that Wang Chen’s cultivation level was improving daily.

Because he could directly perceive it, he was quite astonished.

This meant that Wang Chen’s progress was visibly remarkable!

You should know, this is the Yi Nine District of the Yongle Dungeon, where the environment is so terrible that even breathing feels like a sin.

For a minor cultivator like Wang Chen, doing the work of a prison guard and maintaining his realm without any decline was already commendable.

To make rapid progress was almost like a fanciful tale!

But the fact was right before his eyes, and the robed cultivator had no choice but to believe it had to be attributed to Wang Chen’s special cultivation technique.

Or perhaps he had his own fortuitous opportunities.

As for the likelihood of relying on pills to improve his cultivation level, the robed cultivator outright dismissed it.

He could tell with his nose whether Wang Chen had taken any pills or not.

Wang Chen had never taken one, which was truly impressive!

And regarding the heartfelt praise from the robed cultivator, Wang Chen merely smiled, “Senior flatters me.”

In fact, he could be quite irritable!

“There’s no need for humility,”

the robed cultivator said, shaking his head regretfully, “If I had been back in the day… cough, never mind.”

For him to talk about the past now would be quite comical.

Only those incapable dwell on past glories without considering current realities.

Wang Chen, however, was a bit curious.

This prisoner, trapped in the cheapest corner of the Yi District, enjoying the treatment of a solitary, oversized cell and an exclusive restriction array, was certainly no ordinary person.

Wang Chen’s previous understanding of him was extremely limited; he only knew that his surname was Han, a demon cultivator, and was marked as extremely dangerous!

Thus Wang Chen referred to him as Old Demon Han.

In the Yongle Dungeon, there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers, with prisoners of highly complex identities. Demon cultivators were quite normal.

Wang Chen’s first impression of Old Demon Han was actually very bad, because even though this guy was locked up, he still acted arrogantly as if he were the best in heaven and earth, looking down on him, the lowly prison guard.

Wang Chen would bother with him!

But as he made his rounds more frequently and got to know the prisoner better, Old Demon Han lowered his stance, and their exchanges became normal.

Wang Chen estimated that the other party was likely a Golden Core cultivator.

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If a Purple Mansion cultivator was that arrogant, they would have been killed long ago!

“If I were really humble…”

Wang Chen said, “I wouldn’t still be just a little prison guard now.”

His journey thus far, though facilitated by the cheat-like Immortal Cultivation panel, was still fraught with stumbling and wandering, teetering on the edge of life and death multiple times. He now only wished to truly settle down.

At the end of the day, it was still because Wang Chen’s origins were too humble.

Some people are born in the upper echelons of the immortal world, while others strive their whole lives and still can’t reach the fringes of the immortal realm.

The gap was too great.

“With your talent, if you were within an Immortal Clan or a Sect, you would have been listed as a true direct disciple long ago!”

the robed cultivator said, “Think of me, Han—think of me back then also as…”

Boom!

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden, violent tremor in the ground.

Countless specks of dust cascaded down.

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