The daily life of people with super powers

The outer sect manager Chang Kun was sentenced to beheading, while Yang Lei was beheaded.

Of course, Tang Ansheng volunteered to carry out the execution himself.

During the execution, Chang Kun didn't know him, so it was nothing, but Yang Lei knew him. He didn't expect that an inconspicuous old man in his seventies or eighties would now become the executioner who wanted him dead.

Panic, fear, anger, regret, and many other emotions burst out in Yang Lei, and were then cut in half by Tang Ansheng's flag.

That’s right, the torture instrument Tang Ansheng used was not a ghost-head sword, but his Xuanshui flag.

"This Punishment Hall is really good. It has absorbed the blood of three people in the past few days."

"One is at the ninth level of Qi training, one is at the fifth level, and the other is at the second level."

Of course, in order to avoid being noticed, he only absorbed a small portion of Yang Lei and Chang Kun's blood, which was harmless.

As for Chang Wei, Li Bing and the white-robed steward helped to cover up the matter, saying to the public that he died from practicing evil skills and destroyed himself.

"If absorbing blood wasn't too similar to an evil technique and it was easy to get beaten up, I wouldn't have come to this Punishment Hall."

If you want to refine the Xuanshui Flag into a magic weapon, it is essential to absorb the essence and blood.

"At present, ordinary blood is of little use. Only the blood of immortal cultivators can do the job."

This is not fresh blood that can be bought with money. The essence and blood of a cultivator is counted in drops. Consuming one drop will reduce one point of potential.

"The higher the level of cultivation, the better the effect of the absorbed blood essence."

Tang Ansheng looked at his Xuanshui flag and felt that something had changed. A small area of ​​the originally black flag had completely turned blood red.

And it is more convenient to use.

"I don't know which guy in the sect gave me this flag, and what he wants to do with it?"

"Forget it, just practice slowly."

Tang Ansheng put away the flag and prepared to go on patrol.

There are many talented people in this prison, and he plans to visit them one by one and try out the new skills he learned from the patrolmen.

This skill is called "beating money."

(Updates will be made at 12 o'clock in the evening and during the day. The time is always unstable due to various reasons.)

Chapter 25: The Money-Betting Devil

"Making money" is a skill of mortal prison guards. In a sense, immortal cultivators are no different from mortals, so they also learned this skill.

It is said that many years ago, an outer disciple was sent to a certain place to be the city lord because of his poor aptitude and when his age limit came to an end.

But he was unwilling to live in the mortal world for the rest of his life, so he used his connections and spent a lot of money to be transferred back to the sect from the outposted city lord.

After returning to the sect, he applied to be a jailer in the Heavenly Prison.

You should know that being a jailer in the Punishment Hall of Huashen Sect is a hard job. There are many things to do every day, but the salary is pitifully low. Only disciples who are not talented and have no development potential will go to such a place.

He volunteered to go, and the sect naturally fulfilled his wish.

Unexpectedly, he started to do the same in the Sky Prison of the Punishment Hall by relying on the skill of "making money" he learned from the jailers when he was the city lord in the mortal world and inspected the local prison.

He quickly accumulated a large amount of resources, and relying on the accumulation of resources, he finally broke through to the foundation-building stage.

So this craft was passed down.

Of course, because he took too much money, this man offended many prisoners and finally died in some corner.

"Captain, this is the actual situation." Zhao San said in a low voice with a smile on his face.

He didn't expect that he was just a guard, but was transferred to the patrol team.

You have to know that a guard is just a gatekeeper and is no match for the patrol team.

How could this huge prison in the Punishment Hall require several of them in the Qi Condensation Stage to guard it?

The prison in the Criminal Law Hall is guarded by a large formation. Even if someone in the third stage of the Golden Core comes to attack, they will die on the spot once the formation is activated.

Even if the formation is fully activated, it can hold off a Nascent Soul for a while.

All the guards have to do is stand at the door every day or receive prisoners. They can’t do anything else, not even practice. They can only wait for others to change shifts and then go down to practice.

The patrol team is different. They patrol twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. The rest of the time is arranged by themselves and they have a lot of free time.

And because it is a patrol, it is not limited to a certain area, you can go anywhere on this level, and sometimes there are even other unexpected income.

"Isn't this extortion?" Tang Ansheng said casually.

After listening to Zhao San's narration, he knew that "taking money" was essentially "robbing money" from the hands of the prisoners or the forces behind them.

All the prisoners in the Heavenly Prison of the Punishment Hall are immortal cultivators, so it's not surprising that they are rich.

"Hey, captain, there is still a big difference." Zhao San said.

He didn't expect that the old man in his seventies or eighties who was originally arrested would suddenly become the captain of the first-level patrol team.

How big a relationship must be behind this to make a prisoner become like this!

He didn't know, he only knew that the other party deliberately transferred him to his side and promoted him.

"I didn't expect that I would be promoted just because of one sentence. The world is so unpredictable."

Zhao San thought so in his heart, and continued on the surface: "There is a lot of knowledge behind this money transfer."

"This cultivator is not a true immortal, and the spiritual energy in the prison is locked by the formation. They also need to eat."

"As for what they eat, that depends on what they paid."

Zhao San led Tang Ansheng forward, taking detours until they arrived at the cooking area.

Normally, he couldn't enter such a place with his original identity, but with Tang Ansheng's identity as the captain of the patrol team, he could get in easily.

After all, in this prison, the patrol team has a special status, and the captain’s status and position are, in a sense, only below the chief and deputy chief warden.

"Captain, look, this is what the prisoners are fed."

Tang Ansheng looked in the direction of his finger and found several large pots of boiling water. There was all sorts of black stuff inside.

Seeing him coming, several chefs who were cooking wanted to stop what they were doing to entertain him, but he stopped them with a wave of his hand.

The chefs were unsure of the temperament of the new patrol captain, so they did not dare to do anything unnecessary and could only watch from a distance.

"What's in here?"

Zhao San pointed upwards and said, "Captain, there are many newcomers on the ground who are still in the low-level Qi training stage. They cannot feed on spiritual energy, so they also need to eat. These are their leftovers."

"Most of the leftovers are packed up and sent here by a special person, and then boiled into paste by the chef and fed to the prisoners."

Tang Ansheng took a look and felt that the food the pigs in his hometown ate was better than this.

If word got out in his hometown that feeding prisoners this kind of food would spread, I wonder how many saintly bitches would write articles to condemn it.

But he liked the way Huashen Sect handled things.

If you, a prisoner, eat better than normal people, are you here on vacation or to atone for your sins in prison?

"We are also responsible for distributing the food. Those who pay can get better food."

"Those who didn't pay or committed serious crimes can only eat bone scraps, without even a sip of soup."

Zhao San said, "The prisoner's spiritual energy is locked up. He is not much stronger than an ordinary person. Eating bone scraps is acceptable for a day or two, but after a long time, no matter who he is, he will have to bow his head honestly."

"There are penalties on top of that."

"What do you mean?" Tang Ansheng asked.

Zhao San looked around, then leaned in close to Tang Ansheng's ear and said, "For example, the Discipline Hall sent a sentencing document saying that a certain prisoner should be beaten with the Spirit Refining Whip three times."

"If carried out normally, three hits with the Spirit Refining Whip will be enough to scare a person to death."

"But experienced jailers can control the beating until the person is half dead, or even have their skin torn apart on the surface, but the inside is intact."

“This is all about [making money].”

Tang Ansheng thought about it and realized that it was no wonder that the founder who passed down this craft had accumulated enough resources to build the foundation in such a short period of time.

Even if these few things Zhao San said on the surface were enough for these jailers to make a fortune, not to mention the other things hidden inside.

Tang Ansheng thought for a moment, then said, "Let me see the files of these prisoners."

"This requires your token, Captain." Zhao San said.

The prisoner's file is made in triplicate, one copy is uploaded to the prison manager, one copy is sealed, and the other copy is kept as a backup.

All they could see were the spare ones, but even then, only a few prison wardens and him, the patrol captain, could check them.

"Yeah." Tang Ansheng handed the token out casually. After receiving the token, Zhao San turned around and left in a hurry.

He was originally just an ordinary guard in this prison, but now that Tang Ansheng, who was suspected to have a very powerful background, was willing to take him with him, he was fully motivated.

You know, these things are usually only done by confidants. Zhao San felt that he might be being trained as a confidant by the other party.

In fact, the reason why Tang Ansheng brought the other party with him was just because Zhao San had spoken for him before.

In Tang Ansheng's opinion, Zhao San may not be a very kind person, but he still has a bottom line and some conscience.

In such an environment and atmosphere, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a good person to be able to achieve this level.

Tang Ansheng’s purpose is to prevent good people from shedding tears and to make bad people bleed.

If he can change, let him change; if he cannot change, let him die.

"Unfortunately, there are too many people in this world who cannot change, which really wastes my kindness." Tang Ansheng shook his head and sighed.

Zhao San quickly came over holding a large pile of files. Fortunately, he was a cultivator, otherwise he would not have been able to carry so many files.

"Captain, most of the prisoner files on the first level of the prison are here." Zhao San said.

"most?"

"Yes." Zhao San said, "There are a few people with special identities and status. Only Ward Sun can see them, not Ward Liu."

The Sunchenglian prison district is the real boss of this first-level prison and is only responsible to the white-robed steward.

However, because he was demoted, he was feeling discouraged and was practicing at home. He hadn't been to such a place for a long time.

As for District Supervisor Liu, he is just a deputy.

"Special?" Tang Ansheng smiled slightly, "Okay, let's not consider them for now."

He simply picked up the file and began to flip through it.

"Oh, this guy killed his fellow disciple, but he didn't get the death penalty. This is not good."

"This man who insulted a mortal woman was given such a light sentence. What is the Discipline Hall doing?"

"and this……"

"This one……"

Tang Ansheng was flipping through the files and talking non-stop. Zhao San, who was standing beside him, was a little confused and had no idea what he meant.

There were a lot of files, but Tang Ansheng flipped through them very quickly. After a while, he had memorized all of them.

Then he said, "I will return these things later. Come with me now."

"Oh." Zhao San didn't know what he wanted to do, so he could only follow him.

Soon, Tang Ansheng arrived at the East Area 1, Cell No. 3, where a burly man with a stubbled beard was imprisoned.

"Pan Lin, you are at the third level of Qi training. Your crime is to insult the mortal woman living down the mountain. Am I right?"

"Hmph." The bearded burly man just looked up at Tang Ansheng, then snorted coldly and looked away.

Seeing this, Zhao San was about to say something, but he didn't expect Tang Ansheng to shout immediately: "Humph, I am the captain of the patrol team on the first floor of this prison."

"It was appointed by Steward Bai himself. If you disrespect me, you are disrespecting Steward Bai. If you disrespect Steward Bai, you are disrespecting the several Palace Masters of the Punishment Palace."

"To disrespect the Palace Master is to disrespect our Huashen Sect."

"What crime have you committed?!"

The sound was deafening and instantly frightened the bearded burly man, and people from several surrounding cells also kept leaning on the cell bars to watch.

"What can you do to me?" The sturdy man curled his lips.

"Open the door." Tang Ansheng said to Zhao San.

"Captain, he is at the third level of Qi training. Although his spiritual energy is insufficient, but... okay."