The daily life of people with super powers

Qiao Shuzhen thought: "It's almost time for me to fight to the death."

The life span of a golden elixir is eight hundred years. Qiao Shuzhen is now over six hundred years old and is approaching the end of his life.

As the deadline approached, he prepared to sprint towards the Nascent Soul stage.

Although he knew that this was almost impossible given his qualifications and accumulation, but as an immortal cultivator, he believed that no one would choose to die in an ordinary way.

Although dying in a plain and simple way is the best way to die.

As he was thinking, a voice suddenly came to his ears. He had heard this voice before. It was the protector arranged by the sect for Xia Ansheng, the disciple with natural spiritual roots.

Generally speaking, unless it’s something serious, the other party won’t notify you.

In fact, Qiao Shuzhen had only heard the other party's voice but had never seen him. Everything about the other party was a mystery, and perhaps only the Yuanying Zhenjun knew the truth.

"Silently, this Taoist fellow's realm is probably higher than mine." Qiao Shuzhen thought as he listened.

But as he listened, his face changed and he became furious.

"Humph, there is such a thing!"

"Come on, pass on my order to arrest Yang Lei, the captain of the patrol team of the Law Enforcement Hall, and Chang Kun, the outer gate manager."

"Let the people of the Discipline Hall conduct a thorough trial and make a fair judgment!"

As the leader of a sect, Qiao Shuzhen gave an order and the huge mechanism immediately started to move.

After arranging everything, his originally furious expression calmed down again, with worry on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, there is a saying in the mortal world that when you find a cockroach in your home, it often means there is a nest of cockroaches."

"I knew the atmosphere in the sect was not good, but I didn't expect it to be this bad."

"A mere patrol captain and an outer sect manager are so bold and reckless."

The atmosphere within the sect is difficult to change, and reform requires drastic courage and determination.

Although he is the leader of a sect, many things are beyond his control. He needs to balance the forces of all parties, so he has to be extremely careful in doing things.

A voice coming from the dark startled Qiao Shuzhen.

"That's right. Farewell, fellow Daoist. The safety of that Heavenly Spiritual Root disciple is in your hands."

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On the first floor of the Sky Prison, Tang Ansheng was doing an experiment.

The young man who originally had madness in his eyes was now tied up on the bed and could not move at all.

The noisy prisoners around them now quieted down and stared at this place without blinking.

What did they just see?

The old man, who was in his seventies or eighties, pushed open the human-shaped soul-suppressing handcuffs with his hands.

Then he grabbed the middle railing with both hands and pulled it outwards, and the railing that could block the spiritual energy was pulled open.

The man just walked up to the crazy young man in a swagger, knocked him down with a punch, tore off his clothes to make a rope, and trapped him on the bed.

What is this going to do?

No, this is an old man in his seventies or eighties who is at the first level of Qi training?

If you say that they are peerless geniuses who have reached the thirteenth level of Qi training, they can do it.

"People like this should be locked up on the ninth floor of the prison. Why are they locked up on the first floor with these minions?"

The prisoners present did not even dare to swallow their saliva, for fear of attracting the other party's attention.

The young man chained to the prisoner was now shouting, "I am Chang Wei, and my father is the outer sect steward Chang Kun!"

"What do you want to do?! Let me go, let me go!"

He twisted his body again and again, but for some reason, he couldn't exert any strength at this moment, although he could usually break free easily.

He noticed that it was the old man who was eccentric.

"Keep your voice down." Tang Ansheng stretched out his hand and patted the other person's throat. The other person seemed to have been hit hard, his eyes widened instantly, and he was unable to speak.

"Don't worry, I have good control over my strength. I won't kill you. My voice will just become quieter."

Tang Ansheng tried the human-shaped soul-suppressing torture device and found that it was indeed impossible to open it with just his third-level Qi training energy reserves.

But there was not only spiritual energy in his body, but also internal strength. He had an extraordinary control over his internal strength and he easily broke free just by relying on his physical body and internal strength.

This cell does have a strong suppressive effect on spiritual energy, but it is not very effective on the physical body.

Tang Ansheng didn’t think that the Huashen Sect was unable to create a formation to suppress the physical body. Perhaps it was because this was only the first level of the Heavenly Prison and it didn’t require that kind of formation at all.

After all, suppressing human power is much more difficult than suppressing the surrounding spiritual energy.

"Chang Wei, right? Why did you kill that family before?"

"Hehe...ha...ha, if you want to kill me...just kill me..." Because his throat was slapped, his voice was unusually hoarse at the moment.

Every time I spoke, my throat felt like it was burning.

But even so, he still said as if mockingly: "Why... are you so... angry? Ha... ha, let me tell... you, when that woman... died..."

Tang Ansheng slapped him on the throat again, and the severe pain made his face turn red.

"I'm too old to listen to this."

"You are such a bad kid, you need to be reformed."

Tang Ansheng squatted down, took out one of his hands, put it outside the bed, and said, "Now, I'm going to cut your right wrist and let your blood flow out slowly."

"When you realize your mistake, I will let you go."

"Do you think this game is fun?"

When the crazy young man heard this, fear appeared in his eyes. He wanted to say something else, but he saw Tang Ansheng put the five fingers of his right hand together like a knife and swung it.

He felt a pain in his right wrist, as if something warm was flowing out of it.

He struggled frantically, trying to get a better look, but he couldn't move his body.

I can only feel my blood flowing away.

"Ouch, that's a bit of a waste."

"Let me think about what to do."

Tang Ansheng walked around the cell and suddenly said, "I got it. I have a flag that can absorb blood. It will never be wasted."

Tang Ansheng reached out and touched his waist, where there was a storage bag hidden.

The guards here did not search him when he came in. In fact, even if they did, they would not be able to find him given their abilities.

After injecting spiritual power, a two-meter-long black flag appeared in Tang Ansheng's hand.

He placed the flag beneath the young man's outstretched wrist.

In a trance, the young man seemed to hear the dull sound of blood pressure dripping onto the flag.

again and again.

The sound made his heart beat faster unconsciously.

For a moment, a depressing atmosphere spread throughout the place.

"That was a close call." Tang Ansheng pretended to wipe the sweat off his face, "If I hadn't brought the flag, all this blood would have been wasted."

Damn it, you thousand-year-old fox—why are you pretending to be so young?

The other prisoners watched this scene, and they were sure that the old devil had long wanted to use the flag to catch blood.

"Tick, tick."

The young man felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and death was approaching him.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "The sect didn't... punish me. I... I can't be... punished... I'm not a sinner..."

Yes, in a sense, as long as the sect’s Discipline Hall does not punish him, he is not considered a real criminal.

But if the other party's father used his connections and the Discipline Hall declared him not guilty and released him, then the whole family would have died in vain.

In fact, this is true.

Facing his words, Tang Ansheng shook his head: "When the sect's laws cannot bring justice to the parties involved, private revenge is justified and even noble."

"Just because the Discipline Hall doesn't punish you doesn't mean you're not at fault."

"Look, you haven't realized your mistake yet, which is very sad, but it will happen soon, soon!"

What Tang Ansheng said was so noble.

But to the surrounding prisoners, it sounded ironic.

"If you had stared into the other person's eyes when you said that instead of staring at your flag, we would have believed you!" The prisoners around them shrank back into the corner.

At this time, even the most rebellious prisoners did not dare to speak.

"Fuck, where did this old devil come from? It looks like he is practicing some kind of bloodthirsty evil skill."

Chang Wei listened to his words and yelled angrily, "Let me go, or I'll ask my father to kill you..."

Time passed quickly and Chang Wei only felt the blood flowing out of his body.

His life was fading away.

The original tone changed from cursing at the beginning, to begging for mercy later, then back to cursing, and then to begging for mercy, going back and forth continuously.

Because of the extreme fear and mental stress, feces and urine were flying everywhere and the air was filled with a foul smell.

By the end, he no longer had the energy to say anything else.

There is only fear of death in my heart.

This was the first time the prisoners around had seen this kind of punishment.

It is outrageous that a young man who is so arrogant and not afraid of death can be turned into such a horrible state.

This punishment is not for the body but for the mind. They feel that if they were in that situation, they would not be able to bear it.

Tang Ansheng saw that the time was almost up and said:

"In my hometown, there is an experiment where they tie a prisoner to a bed and pretend to cut his wrists."

"Use running water next to it to simulate the sound of blood dripping on the ground."

"Although the prisoner's wrists were not cut, he still died in the end, and the manner of death was very similar to that of heavy blood loss."

"Could it be..." The young man on the bed suddenly showed hope of life in his eyes.

Since there is no blood loss, it must be fake, he is still alive!

He is still alive!

A surge of strength suddenly burst out from his body. He struggled and laughed: "I... I knew... you wouldn't dare... kill... kill me... hahaha... cough cough... ugh..."

Tang Ansheng suddenly picked up his Xuanshui flag from the ground. At this time, the Xuanshui flag had turned from black to blood red.

"Of course, I really cut your wrist!"

"you……"

When seeing this scene, the young man on the bed's eyes instantly lost their luster.

Only then did Tang Ansheng take the flag and leave, returning to his cell.

Only then did the prisoners around see the young man on the bed clearly.

How can that be considered a normal person?

It's clearly a dried corpse!!

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Two days later, Tang Ansheng, who was originally a prisoner, changed himself, put on a uniform, and became the captain of the patrol team on the first floor of the Punishment Hall.

As for the outer sect manager and the young team leader Yang Lei, they had already been captured.

The Discipline Hall, which has always been known for its slow efficiency, was unusually fast in its sentencing this time for some reason, and the person was sentenced almost immediately after being caught.

According to the investigation of the Discipline Hall, the crimes committed by the two were extremely serious, including but not limited to harming their fellow disciples, deceiving their superiors and subordinates, etc.

According to the sect's rules, his Dantian was first destroyed and he was removed from the list of Huashen Sect.