Xuanzhenzi leaned against the corridor railing, sipping his porridge and pointing towards the lobby downstairs. “When I went down to get food earlier, I heard some wild cultivators talking about something interesting, something about the ‘Guardian of Order’ and ‘reclusion to prison’. How about we go down and sit for a while?”
David held the porridge bowl, his eyes flashing slightly.
He had only planned to meditate here for three days, but if he could hear any useful news in this city, he might as well listen to it.
He nodded, and the three of them carried their bowls of porridge downstairs and sat down at an inconspicuous table in the corner of the lobby.
There were five or six tables filled with people sitting in the lobby.
At one table, two cultivators in tattered Daoist robes were whispering about news regarding the spirit mine, while at another table, several ordinary people with wrinkled faces ate in silence.
At another table, sat three middle-aged men dressed like wild cultivators, drinking cheap spiritual wine and talking loudly, their voices echoing almost throughout the hall.
Xuanzhenzi gestured towards the three people with his eyes and said in a low voice, “Just a few of them.”
David’s ears twitched slightly, and the Source of Chaos flowed silently around his ear canal, clearly capturing the conversation between the cultivators at the table in the distance.
A burly man with a bushy beard took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said with a hint of alcohol and a sigh, “You know, those Guardians of Order are really cruel.”
Some time ago, a heretic cultivator from neighboring Qingyun City who stole spiritual veins from heaven and earth had his cultivation crippled and exiled.
That was the foundation built over thousands of years, simply destroyed, without a chance to explain.
A tall and thin man sat opposite him, shaking his head: “What do you know? The Order of Heaven and Earth upholds the majesty of the laws of all the Twenty-Two Heavens.”
If you really follow the rules, who will bother taking care of you?
However, once that unbreakable taboo was broken, the consequences ranged from exile to extermination, with no chance of reincarnation at all.
The third rebel cultivator was a short, fat, and bald man who was chewing roughly on a roasted animal leg. He muttered incoherently, “But, not just anyone can enter that exile prison.”
I heard that the prison was in a small world outside the 22nd heaven, and that world was transformed by the Arrangers into a special place to imprison criminals using the laws of heaven and earth.
Unless directly accompanied by officers responsible for maintaining order, ordinary people would not be able to find the entrance.
The burly man chuckled, “That’s right. Even a Great God wouldn’t know where to start. If someone was thrown in there, they could basically forget their way out.”
David held the bowl of porridge, his gaze fixed on the edge for a moment before he looked up.
The three rogue cultivators continued their idle chatter, gradually shifting the topic to other things, such as the rising price of spiritual herbs and the depletion of mineral veins, but David’s attention remained on those few sentences.
Guardians of Order.
Prison for exile outside the 22nd heaven.
He put down his bowl of porridge, stood up, and walked over to the table of unaffiliated monks.
The three were enjoying their drinks when suddenly they saw a young cultivator in gray robes walk up to the table. They all looked up at the same time, their eyes filled with a mixture of wariness and confusion.
David casually placed a high-quality spiritual stone on the table, his tone indifferent: “I’m curious about the exile prison you mentioned earlier. Would you be willing to explain further?”
The burly man’s eyes lit up when he saw the spirit stones on the table, and he became much calmer.
He chuckled, reached out and put the spiritual stones into his pocket, his tone becoming much warmer: “Brother Daoist, you are too kind. If you want to ask anything, just ask. Us brothers don’t know much either, but we certainly won’t hide anything we can tell you.”
David sat next to him, his voice low but clear: “Where is the prison? How do we get in?”
The burly man stroked the thin beard on his chin, frowned, and thought for a moment: “Where exactly to be honest, no one knows for sure.”
The small world where the prison was located was said to be connected to the edge of the laws of the 22nd Heaven, not to the ordinary space passage. Unless the Guardian of Order opens the passage himself, outsiders cannot even touch the door.
I heard that the Guardian of the Order used something called the ‘Imprint of the Will of Heaven and Earth’ to lock down the location of that small world; ordinary people can’t see it at all.
The tall and thin man added from the side, “After all, it’s easy to get into that place but hard to get out.”
Cultivators exiled there would have their cultivation sealed suppressed by the prison law itself, leaving them as helpless as ordinary humans.
It is almost impossible to force it open from the inside.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the name of the inn?
A: The inn is called ‘Return Journey Inn’.
Q: How much does a room cost per night?
A: A room costs two low-grade spirit stones per night.
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