My name is Dai Lü. I’m currently situated in a sect I’ve resented since my first appearance, being watched like a monkey by a group of disciples. My heart is panicking like crazy. Please advise what to do. Waiting online. Very urgent!

Li Fei, stepping on the Happy Football, smiled and said, “Sect Master, is this a new junior brother?”

Anyone personally brought back by the Sect Master must have real skills and be durable enough to kick.

“He looks a bit familiar.”

“I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere!”

“Me too!”

Long Ziyang, Yang Yuhua, and others discussed among themselves.

Though Dai Lü’s injuries were quite severe, he still had consciousness and could hear everyone’s discussion—he nearly couldn’t hold back spitting out another mouthful of blood.

Back in the day, he was at least a Shengquan Sect disciple who had fought with Ye Xingchen from their sect. Did he really have so little presence?

“Sect Master, is he a Buddhist cultivator?” Liu Wanshi asked.

The little girl made this judgment because Dai Lü’s full head of prairie-green hair had all been sucked away by the vacuum cleaner.

If you want to do good work, you must first sharpen your head.

The current Green Scarf Bro had already become Bald Bro.

If he joined Eternal Sect as a disciple and benefited from various martial arts facilities, it would truly be a case of “I became bald, and I also became stronger.”

Li Qingyang said, “Sect Master, he’s severely injured. Should we treat him first?”

“No need.”

Jun Changxiao considered briefly and said, “Lock him in the prison first.”

Although he forcibly brought Dai Lü back, if he wasn’t willing to join Eternal Sect voluntarily, he certainly wouldn’t force it.

In certain matters, Lord Jun Dog Leftover had principles and standards.

…

“Wild Wolf is an attitude, Wild Wolf won’t be constrained, Wild Wolf, Wild Wolf…” In the prison cell, Zhao Doudou leisurely hummed a song.

As Eternal Sect’s iron-clad number one prisoner, though he rarely went out, he could hear the dynamic music from the martial arts training ground every day. Over time, he’d learned it.

Having been imprisoned for so long, all he had left to pass the time was singing.

“Creak!”

Suddenly, the prison door opened.

Zhao Doudou quickly shut his mouth and instinctively shrank into the corner.

It wasn’t mealtime now. Since the door was being opened, there was only one possibility—a new cellmate was coming!

Sure enough!

Xiao Zuiji dragged Dai Lü over, placed him on the plank bed, then turned and walked out.

Zhao Doudou didn’t immediately approach. Instead, he remained vigilantly huddled in the corner, thinking to himself, “Anyone locked up in Eternal Sect must be an incredible big shot!”

Though this fellow’s cultivation was ordinary, his cellmates were either Demon Kings or Semi-Saints, or at worst the beautiful Palace Master of Nine Poison Palace.

After being released from prison, he’d definitely be able to brag for most of his life.

About several minutes passed.

Zhao Doudou noticed that the guy kept lying there. Judging from his breathing frequency, he seemed seriously injured. Only then did he approach. After confirming he was truly hurt, he sat on the plank bed with confidence and said, “Friend, how did you end up in here?”

“…” Dai Lü said nothing.

His injuries were currently very severe—all his meridians were damaged.

This wasn’t important. What mattered was that no matter how he tried to use his intent to activate it, he couldn’t trigger the Devouring Power, and that guy who called himself Hun had also disappeared.

Gone.

All gone.

Lying flat on the bed, Dai Lü’s tears flowed uncontrollably.

These years, hatred had been the motivation supporting him, and the Devouring Power had been the foundation allowing him to grow infinitely stronger. Now that he’d lost it, hadn’t he been knocked back to square one?

“Heaven!”

Dai Lü roared in anguish in his heart, “Why must you treat me this way!”

“Why is he crying?” Zhao Doudou shook his head and consoled, “Friend, it’s normal for a person’s life to have ups and downs. Since you’ve become a prisoner, all you can do is face it with a calm heart. Look at me—I’ve been locked up for years, but I’m still living happily.”

“Come.”

“Sing loudly with me: Wild Wolf is an attitude, Wild Wolf rises and falls!”

“…”

Dai Lü thought to himself, “Is this guy mentally ill?!”

…

The number one prisoner Zhao Doudou finally welcomed a new cellmate after Nine Poison Palace’s Palace Master, but he could also see that the other party seemed rather pessimistic. So whenever he had time, he’d sit beside him and pour chicken soup for the soul.

“When I was first locked in here, I had thoughts of dying, but later I figured it out—if a person dies, won’t they have nothing left? So you must live, even if it’s without dignity!”

“A person’s life doesn’t go smoothly. Without experiencing great winds and waves, how can you become a true man?”

“One flower withering can’t make an entire spring barren, and one setback can’t make an entire life barren. When you’ve fallen to rock bottom, don’t despair. Lift your head and you’ll see a brilliant starry sky!”

“…”

Under the comforting words of this chicken soup for the soul, Dai Lü’s injuries improved daily. If there were a brick nearby, he’d definitely pick it up and smash it over, making him shut his nagging mouth.

…

In the study.

Jun Changxiao merged into the Tianyuan Soul-Suppressing Tower.

“Master.”

Er Ya, who was holding a small whip and enthusiastically beating the Tribulation Lightning Power, stopped and smiled, “Why have you come?”

“To send you a prisoner.”

As Jun Changxiao spoke, he took out the vacuum cleaner.

“A prisoner?”

Er Ya’s eyes immediately brightened.

“Swoosh!”

The dust chamber opened. A mass of green attribute energy rushed out like a demon sealed for ages, frantically trying to escape, only to violently crash against the spatial barrier and bounce back.

“Oh!”

Er Ya was quite surprised and said, “Such violent attribute energy.”

“Can you purify it?” Jun Changxiao asked.

“Smack!”

Er Ya cracked her whip viciously on the green attribute, causing it to instantly take human form. She smiled sinisterly, “As long as it’s captured into the Tianyuan Soul-Suppressing Tower, there’s nothing I, Er Ya, can’t purify…”

“Master!”

She stared with wide eyes and said, “This guy isn’t energy attribute—he’s a sentient life form with a thinking system!”

“Correct.” Jun Changxiao said.

“Wow!”

Er Ya exclaimed in surprise, “This is my first time seeing a life form similar to attribute energy!”

“You… You detestable…” Hun transformed into human form, clutching his whipped arm, saying furiously, “Jun Changxiao, you’d better release this master quickly, otherwise…”

“Swoosh! Swoosh!”

Before he finished speaking, red ropes suddenly shot over, first from ankle to legs, binding his entire body until he was hoisted in a ‘U’ shape in mid-air.

Er Ya walked over and said, “This is my territory—don’t be arrogant.”

As she spoke, she raised the sexy little whip to begin viciously beating him, but Jun Changxiao stopped her first, saying, “If you cooperate and answer some questions, this seat can consider releasing you.”

“Hmph!”

Hun sneered coldly, “This master knows nothing!”

Trying to extract information? Impossible!

“Manly enough.”

Jun Changxiao gave Er Ya a meaningful look and said, “Give him proper hospitality.”

“Yes, Master!”

Er Ya had been waiting for this. Her little face immediately turned demonic, then she raised the whip and began beating frantically.

“Talk or not!”

Smack smack smack!

“Talk or not!”

Smack smack smack!

“Ahhh—”

Under the whip’s beating, Hun transmitted heart-rending roars.

The Tribulation Lightning Powers that had taken human form and were cowering in the corner all trembled in fear. They had deep experience with the taste of being whipped.

The Soul-Suppressing Whip contained the effect of whipping the depths of the soul, so whether living beings or attributes, they simply couldn’t withstand it.

“Still won’t talk?”

Er Ya produced a lit candle in her hand and directly thrust it over.

“Sizzle sizzle sizzle!”

“Ahhhhh—”

“Talk or not!”

“Ahhh—”

“Talk or n…”

Hun, tortured beyond endurance, finally couldn’t hold on. With a ferocious expression, he roared, “He hasn’t asked anything—what should I say?!”

“That’s right.”

Er Ya put away the candle and said, “Master, it seems you haven’t asked yet.”