Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 127

Character name suggestions:

– : Yuan Honghui

– : Ni Huaijun

– : Old Wang

– : Instructor Zeng

– : Liu Biao

– : Song Ling

– : Young Master Zhu

– : Xiangding Colonel

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Patrol Division, underground dark prison.

Ni Huaijun and Old Wang and others leaned against the wall, their expressions despondent.

“Old Wang, why do you think this is? Why would Yuan Honghui frame me? And who killed my father?”

Ni Huaijun asked, her voice a little hoarse, perhaps from excessive grief.

“Miss, isn’t it obvious enough?” Old Wang gave a bitter smile, “As soon as we returned, before anyone could even notify the authorities, Yuan Honghui brought his men over. Clearly, he was prepared long ago. And what’s more, the master and mistress were just killed not long ago…”

Ni Huaijun’s eyes widened, “Are you saying that the one who killed my parents is Yuan Honghui?! No, that’s not right. Although his strength has reached the peak level of a second-rate martial artist, it’s impossible for him to defeat Instructor Zeng, who is a first-rate martial artist. And what is his motive for doing this?”

“Perhaps he has an accomplice. As for the motive…” Old Wang shook his head, “I don’t know about that.”

Silence fell within the cell.

After a long while, Ni Huaijun looked at Song Ling, whose expression was calm, and asked with some doubt, “Young Master Zhu, aren’t you afraid?”

“I think… since this place is under the jurisdiction of the Prefect of Sizhou, everything should be based on law. It’s impossible for the Patrol Division to completely cover everything with one hand. Perhaps we’ll be released in a few days,” Song Ling analyzed seriously.

Liu Biao scoffed, “Kid, you’re really naive.”

“Brother Liu, the Prefect of Sizhou advocates that everything follows the old system. If the Patrol Division wants to convict us, they have to produce solid evidence, otherwise it won’t be so easy for the higher-ups to approve it. Moreover, Miss Ni’s father was the Xiangding Colonel, so how could the case be concluded unclearly?” Song Ling explained.

Liu Biao rolled his eyes at Song Ling, feeling that talking to such a bookworm, whose mind was full of sage articles and who only knew how to follow rules, was a waste of time.

Ni Huaijun, however, nodded thoughtfully:

“I do think Young Master Zhu makes sense. When we entered the city, many people on the street saw us. Those are human witnesses, enough to prove that we didn’t have time to commit the crime. If—”

Before Ni Huaijun could finish her sentence, Yuan Honghui’s voice suddenly came from outside the cell: “My lord, they are all here, not one is missing.”

Not long after, two figures stood outside the cell door made of profound iron and fine steel.

One of them was Yuan Honghui, and the other was a young man wearing a black and purple robe with a red dot painted between his eyebrows.

Song Ling’s gaze narrowed slightly.

He saw a jade pendant carved with a certain pattern on the young man’s waist.

This pattern… looked very familiar to him.

It was precisely the symbol of the Bloodwind Tower, the assassin platform organization he had joined to obtain second-rate martial arts secret manuals.

Speaking of which, the headquarters of the Bloodwind Tower seemed to be located in the territory of Sizhou…

The headquarters were different from local branches. Branches only had a few official members of the Bloodwind Tower responsible for the organization’s operation, while the rest were assassins who had signed contracts with the platform. The Bloodwind Tower had no control over them; at most, it was just a transaction. The headquarters, on the other hand, gathered a large number of true members of the Bloodwind Tower.

“This matter is actually related to the Bloodwind Tower?” Song Ling remained calm, deciding to continue watching the show.

The young man scanned the people in the cell and then asked Ni Huaijun, “Before you left Xiangding City this time, did your father give you anything special, or say anything strange to you?”

Ni Huaijun was stunned and shook her head, “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

The young man nodded slightly, then turned to Yuan Honghui and said, “They are no longer of any value. Kill them all.”

“Understood, my lord.”

Yuan Honghui cupped his fists and shouted to a few subordinates in the distance, “Bring some firewood and lamp oil over. Tonight, the prison will catch fire, and the villains Ni Huaijun and her accomplices, who murdered their parents, will all perish in the sea of flames.”

“How dare you do this!!” Old Wang and others rose in anger and shock.

The young man casually fiddled with his fingernails, “Just killing a few mere ants, what’s there to be afraid of?”

“Yuan Honghui! How can you be so reckless, aren’t you afraid of the Prefect’s investigation?!” Ni Huaijun shouted.

“The Prefect is busy with myriad affairs. The martial arts allied army from the north is gathering troops and preparing to move south. He is busy discussing countermeasures, so how can he have time to bother with such trivial matters?” Yuan Honghui sneered.

As he spoke, several patrolmen came with lamp oil and firewood. Everyone in the cell was extremely anxious. Old Wang punched the cell door, and Liu Biao also attacked the wall with all his might, but they remained motionless, without any effect.

“Don’t waste your energy. This cell door is cast from profound iron and fine steel, and the walls are three feet thick Yongqing rock. Even a Grandmaster of Inner Gang would not be able to easily damage it, let alone you few small fries.”

Yuan Honghui looked at Ni Huaijun and said, “Huaijun, don’t blame your Uncle Yuan, I’m also helpless.”

Ni Huaijun’s face was full of despair, ashen.

Seeing that the patrolmen were about to light the fire, Song Ling sighed softly, stood up, and walked to the cell door.

“Hmm? What else do you want to—”

Yuan Honghui was halfway through his sentence when his expression suddenly became blank.

Because the young man inside the cell actually stretched out both hands and grabbed the cell door made of profound iron and fine steel, then, seemingly without much effort, pulled it to both sides. The cell door, like soft play-doh, was directly twisted into an opening large enough for a person to pass through.

“You, you, you, you, you…”

Yuan Honghui was dumbfounded. The scene before his eyes had exceeded his cognitive limits.

Not only him, but the young man with a red dot between his eyebrows, the patrolmen, and Ni Huaijun, Old Wang, Liu Biao, and others were all wide-eyed and incredulous as they watched this scene.

When humans see something beyond their comprehension, their bodies truly stiffen.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the young man’s extremely handsome face, making him appear even more mysterious and unfathomable.

“Young Master Zhu, who exactly are you…?”

Ni Huaijun was the first to recover. She asked.

“Shh.”

Song Ling turned back, placed his index finger on his lips, signaling Ni Huaijun not to speak for now.

He stepped out of the cell and walked up to the young man, asking:

“Are you from the Bloodwind Tower headquarters?”

The young man’s eyes flickered. The young man in front of him was too bizarre, completely unfathomable. It would be best to leave this place quickly. Having made up his mind, he flashed his body and rushed towards the dungeon exit.

Song Ling did not stop him, but merely raised his right hand and gently clenched it in the air towards the young man.

Immediately, invisible gang qi gushed out, transforming into several transparent ribbons that instantly wrapped around the young man’s body!

“Crack!”

“Ah!”

The young man let out a scream, his body abruptly halted, and he hung in mid-air like a puppet whose limbs had been broken off.

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