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Yin Wind Gorge was a place of punishment for disciples, a location where only those who had committed grave mistakes would linger. Who else would choose to stay in such a place?
At this moment, Qian Wenzhong, who had been framed due to possessing a precious item, trembled as he rubbed his legs together in an attempt to warm himself. However, the chilling winds from the Underworld River could not be dispelled by mere friction. He could continuously use his spiritual energy to resist, but even that had its limits. It seemed that he would soon struggle to endure even the first day.
As he groped along the walls of Yin Wind Gorge, searching for a place to escape the biting cold, he realized that it was already the third day and there was still no sign of shelter from the terrifying chill. With his spiritual energy dwindling, Qian Wenzhong felt he could hardly continue eastward.
Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly spotted a cave entrance glowing with a green light. Without much thought, Qian Wenzhong hurried inside, feeling the chill lessen and finally letting out a sigh of relief as he cautiously ventured deeper.
Splash!
Who’s there?
The sound of chains echoed in Qian Wenzhong's ears, but the cave was pitch black, leaving him too frightened to take another step forward.
Should he enter or not? What could possibly survive in Yin Wind Gorge besides the legendary Low Luo River Demon Beast? Although he was a cultivator at the Golden Core Initial Stage, how could he compete against the rumored Low Luo River Demon Beast in such circumstances? The thought made Qian Wenzhong shiver involuntarily.
Just as he contemplated sitting down to recover his spiritual energy before leaving, a sudden brightness illuminated the cave, revealing what had been casting that faint glow.
After confirming there was nothing threatening ahead, Qian Wenzhong took two steps forward and crouched down to explore. He found a cool Jade Token. When he tried infusing it with spiritual energy, it emitted a vibrant green light once more. Overjoyed, he felt as if he had stumbled upon treasure.
Excitedly examining the Jade Token, he even forgot about the earlier sound of chains. However, an itch at his ear prompted him to scratch it. As he lifted his leg again, he suddenly felt something brush against him. A chill ran down his spine as he swallowed hard and slowly turned around.
Ah! A ghost!
He saw disheveled hair and tattered clothing; the green light seemed to manifest an Evil Spirit emerging from the cave wall. Terrified, Qian Wenzhong let out a scream and fell to the ground, hastily trying to retreat but found himself blocked by the wall behind him. Just as he attempted to adjust his direction, the Evil Spirit appeared before him again and snatched away the Jade Token right before his astonished eyes.
What is my name?
Although the Jade Token was far from my leg, it still radiated light, illuminating every corner of the cave.
I don't deny it. Ghosts? I don't think so. Qian Wenzhong just said that and felt quite pleased with himself, shaking his head in agreement. How could there be any living person here? It must be ghosts.
That place is Yin Wind Gorge, a location that has been used by the academy for many years to punish errant disciples. What did I do wrong to end up here?
A hoarse voice echoed in Qian Wenzhong's ears once again, causing him to stop the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind.
I really am not a ghost. He didn't think there was anyone alive here, did he?
Seeing Qian Wenzhong shake his head in confusion, the person holding the Jade Token, looking like a prisoner, licked his parched lips and then forced a smile.
He had already been dead for many years; it was just that Bu Luo Zong couldn't let go of some matters, so he was unwilling to leave.
So I really am not a ghost. This is it; I won't lose my soul, will I?
Qian Wenzhong couldn't believe the words coming from someone who looked like a prisoner, muttering incoherently.
I reassured myself that he was very much alive; it was just that in the eyes of some people, he had already died.
So I must have been framed. Those damned guys, regardless of whether they are black or white, whether that elder's grandson wanted to seize the treasure he had worked so hard to obtain, were misled by those Steward members of the Law Enforcement Hall who claimed that the treasure originally belonged to them and that he had stolen it. That's why he was punished to this place. How unfair! Heaven! How unfair!
As he spoke, Qian Wenzhong cried out in despair while weakly pounding on the wall, producing dull thuds, completely unaware of the pain in his leg.
The Prisoner looked at Qian Wenzhong, remaining silent as Qian Wenzhong weakly stopped moving his legs.
"If given another chance, would I still enter Mok Ming Academy? Would I still choose to be an Outer Sect Disciple? Would I still be willing to pursue the True Inheritance of the academy?"
The three questions left Qian Wenzhong momentarily speechless, his mind racing as he replayed those questions over and over, until they transformed into a single question.
Would he regret having fallen to such a state?
Yes. Qian Wenzhong hunched over, feeling as if he had lost all strength, slumping against the wall. He didn't deny it. He would choose to enter the academy, he would choose to be part of the Outer Sect, and he would be willing to pursue the True Inheritance. He would not regret his decision to enter the academy all those years ago.
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