The temperature inside the prison was very low, with piles of ice blocks stored for winter in the corners. These ice blocks were excellent for cooling down during the scorching summer, causing the breath of Yuchi to be cold now. A sudden feeling of winter arrived. Yet Yuchi remained lying there motionless, now just playing dead; such experiences didn’t even count as grievances. If anyone with decades of social experience from a past life came into this prison, not one of them would lose their temper. Who hasn’t suffered hardships? Yuchi wouldn’t foolishly go back in front of Zhou Xingcai at this time to say, "With just you, do you still want to imprison me?" There’s no point in that. Instead, it’s an opportunity, a crisis moment when others deliver the chance right to your door. "No rush, I’m not afraid of dying here. Instead, I want to see what’s being sold inside their gourd." "As for the relationship between the Cloud Mountain Sect and this Zhou Xingcai, I just have to ask when the time comes, and she’ll definitely tell me." "In her eyes, I’m already a dead man." Inhaling the cold air, Yuchi lay on the ground and squinted for a moment. The dripping sound of water had a somewhat hypnotic effect. One or two hours later, when the drug’s effect was estimated to have faded, Yuchi pretended to stand up with difficulty. The black brocade robe was already smeared with a lot of dirty water and mud, looking just like an old dog. Walking to the side of the wall, Yuchi felt the blood stains on the wall with his hand. This cell wasn’t new, it had held many people before; dry excrement could be seen on the ground. In the corner, there were only rotten straws. The wall was filled with all kinds of blood-written complaints. "Zhou Xingcai, I curse your entire family to die violently." "Cloud Mountain Sect, die with no burial place." Estimating that the people who died in this prison might have been just like Yuchi, all imprisoned. But just as Yuchi was surveying the situation in the cell, suddenly a voice emerged. A voice came from the cell across the gloomy corridor. "Little duckling climbs slowly, accidentally falls and dies!" Yuchi frowned and looked at the cell more than a zhang away, seeing a man with disheveled hair squatting in the corner. The man was kneeling in the corner, seemingly just waking up, and at this time he was banging his head against the wall. Occasionally making lively sounds only children would make. The wall was stained all over with his congealed blood. Before Yuchi could speak, the man dazedly stood up from the corner. Bleeding eyes staring at the wall, rushing over in one go. Yuchi’s eyelid twitched. The man smashed his head in front of him, his unbearable head also directly shattering! Brows instantly furrowed, his face ashen. "I just didn’t see this person?" "This person is no longer human, he has gone completely mad." "The Zhou Family hasn’t done this for the first time!" "Or maybe it’s not the Zhou Family, but the Cloud Mountain Sect hasn’t done this for the first time, they have secretly dealt with many opponents!" Two Zhou family members quickly walked over, first shouting a few words into the cell. After the other side made no sound, they directly pierced his heart with their spears. Making sure he was dead, they then unlocked the chains and dragged the corpse, which looked like a brush dipped in blood, away. The corpse left a bright red line on the gloomy ground. Shocking to the eyes. "What are you looking at!" "Soon, you’ll be the one to die!" a Zhou family member shouted at Yuchi. Yuchi pretended to be very scared, holding his head. Constantly lamenting. "I am the president of the Xufu Town United Commerce Association, you just let me go, whatever you want, just say it." "Or however much they gave you, I will give you ten times that amount." Yuchi cried so mournfully, tears forced out by spiritual qi, looking particularly convincing. The two Zhou family members were speechless. They were going to notify their superiors that Yuchi had woken up, and discussions could begin. In a shop selling cloth in Jiangzhou City, the beautiful Wei Qingzhu was picking fabrics with Xun Xian. "So, Qingzhu, what kind of clothes do you actually want to make?" "And let me remind you, Xufu Town is the Clothing Town; there’s no need for us to buy fabric here to make clothes ourselves." "Besides, we don’t have the tools for tailoring right now." Wei Qingzhu did not answer Xun Xian’s question. She just continued surveying the fabrics in front of her according to her own ideas. After looking around, she calmly shook her head; this shop did not have the fabric she wanted to buy. "The fabric here is too poor," Wei Qingzhu said, "Let’s change to another one, Miss Xun." Xun Xian followed behind Wei Qingzhu, continually bowing to the shopkeepers. Sorry, sorry, my sister doesn’t consider others’ feelings when she talks. The shopkeeper’s old face watched expressionlessly as Wei Qingzhu left. Xun Xian left feeling embarrassed. "She only restrains herself in front of her big brother, Yuchi." Wei Qingzhu’s thoughts were simple. She wanted to buy some very good cloth to make Yuchi a piece of clothing herself. Not an overcoat, but an inner garment. Her big brother Yuchi has a large frame, and ordinary-sized clothes would be too tight on him. Filled and crowded, it was like hiding two buns, and at night Yuchi could be seen tossing and turning, adjusting his clothes. So if she could find some good fabric, she would make him a cozy little shirt. That would be quite nice. Unfortunately, her standards were too high, and even though her current status was average, she lived quite comfortably before. She didn’t fancy these evidently coarse fabrics. Xun Xian followed behind Wei Qingzhu, looking at the sunset gradually setting in the distance, she curiously looked at Wei Qingzhu. "Qingzhu, aren’t you even a little bit worried about Yuchi? He hasn’t been heard from for a whole day." "And this time he went to someone else’s home, even though nothing big usually happens in Jiangzhou City, aren’t you worried?" "What if, and I’m just saying what if, Yuchi can’t come back tonight, wouldn’t you feel scared?" Xun Xian asked with a smile. Unexpectedly, Wei Qingzhu turned to look at her, calm eyes full of trust, "Miss Xun, Big Brother Yuchi won’t be in danger." "As long as we take care of ourselves, that’s the best protection for Big Brother Yuchi." "He has his own judgment about things, no matter what happens, there will be no problem." What kind of person is our Big Brother Yuchi? His disciples are all at the Golden Core Stage, just a small Jiangzhou City, can it even have cultivators at the Golden Core Stage? If it did, who in Jiangzhou City could fight against our Big Brother Yuchi? The stronger one’s power, the more they cherish their life, knowing how hard it was to get there. Even though high-level cultivators are rare, once a cultivator reaches a certain level, it’s the hardest to die. Basically, two Golden Core Stage cultivators won’t fight to the death over trivial matters. That’s why there are so many sects across the Nine Provinces. Once a cultivator reaches the Foundation Establishment Stage and beyond, it’s hard to fight each other, cautious and prudent. Can’t say they’re in the same boat, more like they see each other as kindred spirits, having shared the hardships of cultivation. "That’s all well and good." "But your Big Brother Yuchi is just a mortal." "Not coming home late at night, aren’t you afraid he’d be kidnapped?" Xun Xian chuckled wryly. She acknowledged that Yuchi’s mind worked well and believed his skills in that regard should be impeccable. Otherwise, Wei Qingzhu wouldn’t be so satisfied with Yuchi. But that’s that, the matter of cultivation is truly different.