6 Heaven Prison in the Capital, Evil King Strikes

The Fourth Prince, Jiang Yu.

Jiang Changsheng knew him. He learned from Chen Li that Jiang Yu was his biological younger brother. He was born by the Emperor and the Empress. It was said that it was because of Jiang Yu that the Empress was no longer crazy.

When he heard that the Emperor had instructed Jiang Yu to come, Jiang Changsheng's imagination ran wild.

Could it be that the Emperor had already recognized him? Why did he not acknowledge him directly?

Jiang Changsheng could not ask about this directly. Instead, he asked, "You want to find me to practice martial arts?"

Jiang Yu excitedly said, "That's right. Father said that you are only two years older than me, but you have already surpassed the first-rate realm. You have to be my teacher. I will satisfy whatever you want. Gold, silver, treasures, and rare treasures, just tell me."

Jiang Changsheng thought about it. With his relationship with the prince, at least he would not be so passive in the future. He did not have to hide at all. After all, his enemies knew he was here.

"Since it's His Majesty's order, I naturally can't refuse. It's also my honor to be able to teach Your Highness martial arts. However, let me say this first. The martial arts I will teach you are all my own creation, not the martial arts of Longqi Temple."

Jiang Yu was overjoyed and was about to kneel and kowtow. The two guards turned pale with fright. Fortunately, Jiang Changsheng supported Jiang Yu in time.

This kid was really rash…

Asking the prince to kowtow was a huge crime!

Jiang Changsheng said helplessly, "I'm not your teacher. I'm just teaching you martial arts. You can call me by my name in the future."

Jiang Yu straightened his back and grinned. "Alright, Brother Changsheng!"

He impatiently urged, "Brother Changsheng, quickly teach me. My goal is to learn unparalleled martial arts, expand the territory, and flatten the wilderness. I also just turned twelve a few days ago. In the past, my father did not allow me to practice martial arts before I turned twelve, so you are the first person to teach me martial arts."

Jiang Changsheng thought for a moment and decided to teach Jiang Yu the Divine Shadow Leg.

The Divine Shadow Leg was the first martial art he had learned. It was powerful and fierce. One kick could destroy tendons and break bones. He had already reached the powerful realm of releasing true energy.

Jiang Changsheng began to teach Jiang Yu the cultivation method of the Divine Shadow Leg The two guards avoided arousing suspicion and retreated outside the door before closing it behind them.

Jiang Yu listened attentively.

An hour later, Jiang Yu happily left. He had to return to the palace to train, since a prince could not stay outside randomly.

Qing Ku returned to the room and excitedly asked, "Senior Brother, are you the teacher of the prince now?"

Jiang Changsheng shook his head and laughed. "I'm only teaching His Highness martial arts. How can I be his teacher? Don't talk nonsense."

Qing Ku disagreed. "Isn't that still praiseworthy. In the future, the prince will be your backing. When I roamed the world before, I discovered that this is a world of favors. If you do the same thing with different identities and relationships, the result will be completely different."

At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something sad and his smile disappeared.

Jiang Changsheng had always been curious about what he had experienced, but he would never say it.

The room fell into silence.

After a while, Qing Ku bid farewell. Jiang Changsheng was left alone in the room, and he could finally cultivate in peace.

After the first assassination attempt failed, the enemy would certainly launch a second attempt on his life, so Jiang Changsheng had to become as strong as possible.

Jiang Changsheng was already strong enough with his third-level cultivation of the Dao Technique. For the time being, he had yet to encounter anyone with more true energy than him, but even so he could not relax.

How could an Immortal Cultivator be killed by a group of ordinary warriors?

...

Dusk fell, and dark clouds shrouded the prosperous capital as a gentle rain fell.

The peddlers on both sides of the street began to close their stalls. The undulating Vermilion Tower was covered with a layer of mist, and the entire city became foggy.

In the western part of the capital, in front of the gates of the Sky Prison.

Zhang Tianren, who was dressed in armor, frowned as he looked at the sky. His brows were filled with worry.

A middle-aged general patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Young man, don't always have a lot on your mind. The leader has already submitted your name on the register. You can participate in the martial arts examination next year."

Zhang Tianren had just turned eighteen this year. His mother was already pregnant with him when she was imprisoned. After giving birth to him, she was beheaded. As for him, he was brought up by the prison guards. The older generation of prison guards treated him as their own son and taught him all kinds of martial arts. As repayment, he worked hard and repeatedly made contributions.

Zhang Tianren retracted his gaze and shook his head. "I have a feeling that something is about to happen to the Sky Prison."

"Nonsense. Who would dare to break into a prison under the Emperor?"

The middle-aged officer scolded him jokingly, and the other guards nearby laughed.

In the capital, Sky Prison was the safest place. Their responsibilities were also very simple. They enjoyed their current life. They were not tired and their salary was high.

Zhang Tianren smiled helplessly. He also felt that he might have thought too much.

Ever since the founding of the country, even though there had been several rebellions in the capital, Sky Prison was always the most stable place.

Night gradually fell and the rain stopped. The trees by Sky Prison dripped with raindrops, causing ripples in the potholes on the ground.

Just as Zhang Tianren was chatting with his brothers about what to eat for dinner, he suddenly heard a melodious sound of a flute.

He looked up and saw that the pavilions on both sides of the street in front of the gates of Sky Prison were closed, and he could not see anyone.

"What's that sound?"

"I don't see anyone?"

"Why can't I hear anything?"

"Two years ago, you were discovered by your evil wife when you went to Fragrant Restaurant. She slapped you so hard that your ears hurt. Of course, you can't hear anything."

As the guards discussed, a middle-aged general's expression changed drastically and he cried out in alarm, "Oh no! Cover your ears!"

Even though the guards were frightened, they still subconsciously covered their ears, including Zhang Tianren.

All of a sudden, Zhang Tianren saw a thick fog at the end of the street. A figure was faintly discernible in the fog, and he could tell from the figure that the figure was playing the flute.

"Someone wants to break into the prison?"

This thought popped up in Zhang Tianren's mind. Just as he was about to speak, the ground shook.

Rumble—

Everyone tried their best to steady their footsteps. Zhang Tianren sensed something and subconsciously turned his head.

With a loud bang, the door of Sky Prison exploded, and the thick door was blasted into countless wooden thorns. Zhang Tianren's cheek was cut, and he widened his eyes.

A figure stepped out of the prison. This person was wearing shabby prisoner clothes with his hands and feet wrapped in chains. His hair was disheveled and his back was hunched as he breathed heavily.

He raised his head and revealed a pair of white eyes without pupils under his messy black hair that flickered with a cold glint in the night.

"Ghost-Eyed… Evil King…"

One of the guards trembled and fell to the ground.

The Evil King stepped forward. The chains on his feet were even wrapped around the neck of a jailer, dragging him out of the darkness while he was still alive. His eyes were bulging and his face was flushed red. His hands grabbed the chains as he tried to break free.

When Zhang Tianren saw this scene, his eyes turned red. He immediately drew his sword and rushed towards the Ghost-Eyed Evil King.

The Evil King suddenly rushed to him and choked his neck with his right hand. Then, he angrily smashed him to the ground, causing gravel to fly everywhere.

Zhang Tianren almost fainted. His internal organs were severely damaged and he could not help but vomit blood.

The Ghost-Eyed Evil King grinned. His smile was extremely hideous, just like an evil ghost in the human world.

Just as he was about to end Zhang Tianren's life, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped and a voice floated over. "Don't forget about the important matter."

Hearing this, the Ghost-Eyed Evil King stopped and leaped dozens of feet high. While doing so, he dragged the jailer, who was wrapped in chains, into the forest and quickly disappeared.

A large number of jailers ran out of the cell door, most of them injured. The middle-aged general ran to Zhang Tianren to check on his injuries.

Zhang Tianren stared at the direction where the Ghost-Eyed Evil King disappeared, and his heart was filled with frustration. He originally thought that he was strong enough, but he did not expect to be defeated in a single blow.

...

Inside the house, the oil lamp flickered.

Jiang Changsheng was currently meditating when he suddenly felt uneasy. He had a feeling that something was about to happen.

He opened his eyes and thought, "There are no frogs croaking tonight, so there must be killing intent around here."

He felt the surging true energy in his body and felt slightly at ease.

The enemy should not be much stronger than Daoist Priest Qingxu. Otherwise, he would have just forcibly killed him.

After the time for an incense stick to burn.

Jiang Changsheng suddenly heard shouts from the foot of the mountain, but they were too far away for him to hear them.

The enemy would not force their way in, right?

Jiang Changsheng frowned and thought. No matter what, this was the capital and a Daoist temple appointed by the Emperor. If this matter were to blow up, the Emperor would definitely investigate.

At the same time.

On the mountain path halfway up the mountain, the Ghost-Eyed Evil King walked on the stone steps with his hands around the neck of a Daoist priest. The jailer dragged by the chains behind him was covered in blood and no longer looked human.

Under the moonlight, thunderclouds suddenly gathered and a bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, making the capital seem as if it was daytime. The Ghost-Eyed Evil King's face was illuminated in an instant, looking so hideous and terrifying.

"How dare you! How dare you break into Longqi Temple!"

A Daoist priest's furious shout came from above. A Daoist priest rushed over with a sword in his hand. He leaped up and stabbed with his sword. The blade cut through the night sky, revealing a cold glint.

The Ghost-Eyed Evil King's right hand broke the priest's neck before he slapped out with his palm. True energy exploded and turned into a bloody wind that collided with the sword-wielding priest.

Pfft—

The Daoist priest was hit by the blood wind. He vomited blood and fell down like a kite with a broken string before smashing onto the steps below. He covered his chest and wanted to stand up, but his blood and qi attacked his heart and he fainted.

"Longqi Temple? That's all. They merely obtained the favor of the True Dragon."

The Ghost-Eyed Evil King snorted, and his hoarse voice was filled with disdain.

He quickened his pace and dashed up the mountain like a ghost.

...

The door opened and Qing Ku ran in. He said in horror, "Senior Brother, thieves are coming up the mountain. Senior Brother ordered you to go and support them."

When Jiang Changsheng heard that, he immediately stood up and walked out of the room with Qing Ku.

Arriving at the courtyard, Jiang Changsheng leaped and disappeared into the night. Qing Ku stood rooted on the spot. He gritted his teeth and hurriedly chased after him.

In front of the gate, the Ghost-Eyed Evil King stopped. He released his hands and the two corpses fell.

Lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the stone steps behind him. Corpses were everywhere and blood flowed down the stone steps into the darkness.

Inside the gate, Meng Qiuhe stood on a small bridge with his sword in hand. He glared at the Ghost-Eyed Evil King and shouted, "Who are you? Why did you commit a massacre in my Longqi Temple?"

The Ghost-Eyed Evil King grinned and said, "Those who are about to die want to drag some down with them. Since old man Qingxu is not here, you can die first!"

He suddenly dashed towards Meng Qiuhe like lightning. Meng Qiuhe's expression changed and he quickly waved his sword. Streaks of sword qi slashed out towards his opponent.

The Ghost-Eyed Evil King struck out with his palm, and the wind from his palm was domineering. It dispersed the sword qi and sent Meng Qiuhe flying. He crashed through the wall of the pavilion behind him, raising rolling dust.

"A group of trash. I didn't expect that my last battle would be to kill a group of chickens and dogs."

The Ghost-Eyed Evil King retracted his hand and snorted in disdain. He walked towards Meng Qiuhe, but he suddenly stopped after taking a few steps.