Red Heart Patrols the Sky

Chapter 858 - 858 112 Patience Upon Seeing Her Suffering

858: Chapter 112: Patience Upon Seeing Her Suffering 858: Chapter 112: Patience Upon Seeing Her Suffering Stepping through the small gate above the iron bars and entering the corridor flanked by cells on both sides, Jiang Wang felt a sudden heaviness overwhelm him; even simple steps required more effort.“In this area, everyone is subjected to increased pressure to prevent certain prisoners from having excessive energy,” Granny Bizhu explained.

The cells on both sides used iron bars as walls, which allowed the prison guards to observe the prisoners’ conditions at any time.

The sound of Granny Bizhu’s dragon-headed cane striking the corridor floor was clear and distinct.

However, the prisoners curled up inside the cells didn’t glance outside even once.

They seemed to have lost the emotion of “curiosity.”

This undoubtedly cast a shadow over Jiang Wang’s heart.

Further inside, there were no more iron bars, only stone doors.

Apart from a perfectly squared small opening, there was no possibility for observation.

Presumably, the prisoners here were of higher importance, and the design of these cells placed greater emphasis on sturdiness.

The corridor was still long, stretching beyond sight.

Though Treasure Beads were embedded at intervals along the ceiling to provide illumination, the end of this corridor seemed to connect to a bottomless abyss.

It was indistinct and concealed a frightening sensation.

Granny Bizhu stopped here.

“I won’t go any further,” she said sorrowfully, “I can’t bear to see Qionger suffer.”

Between two cells, there was a sconce-like fixture on the wall.

Jiang Wang initially didn’t know its purpose, until Granny Bizhu took out an incense stick and placed it there.

With a light stroke of her withered index finger, the incense stick was cut down to one-fifth of its original size; the remaining small stub ignited on its own.

“You only have this much time,” Granny Bizhu said.

Jiang Wang didn’t speak but nodded.

It seemed that she had already communicated with the prison guard beforehand; Granny Bizhu directly took out a stone key and unlocked the stone door.

She stood by the door but didn’t look inside, as if she truly couldn’t bear it.

For some reason, Jiang Wang suddenly felt hesitant.

He had come to Huai Island with a clear goal: to rescue Zhu Bijing.

Once he had spoken, nothing could block his path.

Seeing Zhu Bijing before the Sea Sacrifice was a prearranged matter.

But now, standing outside the door with just a wall separating them, he suddenly felt afraid.

What did his friend, who had risked sending him a message, look like now?

What kind of hardships was she enduring in the strictly guarded Prison Sea Prison?

He was uneasy, but he stepped into the cell anyway.

The burning incense on the rack reminded him he had no time for hesitation.

Many times on his journey here, he had no time to be weak.

He always faced things head-on.

Stepping into the stone chamber, the door behind him closed.

The stone chamber was dark, but it didn’t hinder Jiang Wang’s ability to see clearly.

The chamber was about ten paces square, a bit more spacious than he had imagined.

It was also quite clean, devoid of any foul-smelling objects, with only the faint scent of sea breeze—though it was a mystery where such a breeze could come from at this depth beneath the sea.

Directly opposite the door, in the center of the wall, hung two iron shackles.

A fragile-looking woman with disheveled hair was suspended from the wall by the shackles.

With her head drooping, breathing evenly, she seemed to be asleep.

The sound of the door opening had not awakened her.

She was like a tattered puppet discarded by a child growing tired of old toys, carelessly hung in a place, awaiting the day she would be completely thrown away.

The delicate young girl who he had driven out of the space in Green Sheep Town with Flame Flower, the naive maiden who had thought him a villain and cried until her face was soaked with tears…

Now hanging here.

All the Dao Technique within her had dispersed, and she no longer had any cultivation.

She was no longer a Transcendent Cultivator, but an ordinary girl.

Her long hair hung loose in front of her, concealing her face as well.

Jiang Wang casually formed a Daoist Decree, hoping to create two stone pillars to provide support for her feet; her wrists had turned black and purple, nearly ruined.

But the Yuan Force dispersed as soon as it gathered.

Due to special restrictions, Dao Techniques could not be used in this prison cell.

Jiang Wang wanted to cut two notches into the stone wall, to give her feet a place to rest, so that not all her weight would hang on her wrists.

But he did not know what consequences breaking the prison walls would bring.

He wanted even more to cut the shackles with one sword strike and take Zhu Bijing away.

But he definitely had no chance of getting Zhu Bijing out of there.

All Jiang Wang could do was let out a long sigh in his heart and wrap one arm around her lower legs, lifting her slightly.

“No!

Don’t!

Stop!”

Zhu Bijing seemed to awaken from a nightmare, kicking her legs ceaselessly, but so weakly,

she was even too feeble to cry out loud.

“It’s me, it’s me.

Fellow Daoist Zhu, don’t be afraid.

I’m Jiang Wang.”

Jiang Wang said reassuringly, igniting a small flame with his other hand and hovering it in front of his face.

Then he lifted his head, letting Zhu Bijing see his face clearly.

Fortunately, Divine Skills originated from within oneself and were unaffected, which was the only way he could produce this bit of Samadhi True Fire.

Using Samadhi True Fire for illumination was an extravagance that Jiang Wang had never committed before.

Zhu Bijing hung her head, and through her disheveled hair, she finally saw Jiang Wang’s face.

“Uh…”

Her lips pursed as she tried hard to hold back, but she cried nonetheless.

Her crying was so faint, hauntingly sobbing as if she might run out of breath at any moment.

She cried without tears, for her tears had long since dried up.

Her wrists had obtained temporary relief, but still did not move, indicating they had lost sensation.

“It’s okay now.” Jiang Wang reached out his hand gently, brushed aside the hair that covered her eyes, tucked it behind her ears, and said softly, “It’s okay now.”

“Sorry, I’m so sorry…” After crying for a while, she moved her dry, pale lips: “I’ve told them everything.

“What happened?” Jiang Wang asked gently: “What did you say?”

Zhu Bijing closed her eyes, seemingly too exhausted, but then tried hard to open them again and said weakly: “You have a De Sheng Trading Company, Qingyang is in charge at Green sheep town, and Xiang Qian who practices flying swords, also there’s Zhang Hai who does alchemy, and you’re on good terms with Zhongxuan Sheng…

Uhuhuhu, I’ve said it all.

I didn’t want to, but…

it was so painful.

Uhuhuhu…”

It was easy to imagine the degree of torture inside Huai Island Prison.

It was not something a greenhouse flower like Zhu Bijing could withstand.

“It’s all right, I don’t blame you.

If it were me under that torture, I wouldn’t be able to bear it either.

Besides, what you told them is no secret.

It does no harm to me.”

Jiang Wang held her up with one hand as he comforted her in a soft voice, while slowly drawing upon his Dao Technique to repair her utterly shattered Tongtian Palace.

Her Tongtian Palace was completely destroyed, without the slightest chance of being rebuilt.

Jiang Wang was very clear about this fact.

What he was doing now was akin to clearing rubble in a collapsed house.

He could not rebuild the house, but at the very least, he could make the ruins look tidier, thereby reducing Zhu Bijing’s pain—even if it may also be in vain.

“You should have said something more useful.” Jiang Wang spoke: “Like telling them you are a good friend of Jiang Wang.

If they were willing to let you go, Jiang Wang would be willing to spend money, a lot of money.”

The corners of Zhu Bijing’s cracked lips lifted slightly.

She smiled.