After talking to the Prison Warden, he began his official prison life.
"You are at the third level of Qi Cultivation, so this is your daily workload. If it is not completed, your treatnt will be reduced. You are now assigned to assist Old Liefire in Alchemy, understood?"
Hongye Prison primarily relied on trees for sustenance, routinely harvesting first and second-order Red Maple Trees from the Red Maple Forest to make and sell Red Leaf Wooden Swords. However, there were also people like Old Liefire who were responsible for Alchemy.
"Yes, sir."
Old Liefire was a seventy-sothing-year-old cultivator who, having lost hope of achieving Foundation Establishnt, beca the leader of a small group because of his proficiency in Alchemy.
Alchemy required all kinds of strange fires, as well as various thods of control. The nuances involved were vast, and sotis, a single small specialty could occupy a person's entire life of study.
"Shaoyang Mysterious Skill is very balanced and is a good foundational cultivation technique to control flas, but it's a pity that your cultivation is too low. It really is a pity."
Old Liefire looked at ng Yu with so sighs of regret. His previous assistant had been overworked by him to the point that he lashed out in an attack, only to be hard in return. Now disabled and of no further use, he had hoped the new arrival would be suitable, but he didn't expect ng Yu to be assigned to him.
"Uncle Guo, although I'm still exploring my skills in fire control, I am adept with the sword and have grasped the Sword Intent of the Wind. Is there anything I can help with?"
Ah, yet another sweet-tongued young man; well, young people are easier to deal with. Old Liefire thought about it and asked ng Yu to demonstrate his swordsmanship.
Of course, the Alchemy Chamber had no weapons, but a piece of wood was enough for ng Yu to demonstrate his power, especially his smooth and satisfactory control over the wind, which caught Old Liefire's eye.
This assistant is good, many tis in Alchemy it's not just about using fire. The control of airflow and attention to detail are also crucial elents.
"Not bad, not bad. Just do your work well here, and I won't short-change you."
He said this and put on an exceedingly friendly smile.
"In terms of wind control, you're quite good, but you'd best still cultivate a Fire Elent swordsmanship. Combining wind and fire is the true masterstroke. There are many swordsmanship books in the library; you can take a look and choose whatever suits you.
By the way, I recomnd you practice the Vermilion Bird Divine Sword. Its Southern Ming Li Fire is very powerful, and I'm skilled in this swordsmanship myself; I could teach it to you."
"Alright, I'll think about it."
ng Yu said with a smile, yet a cold light flashed in his eyes.
In sword cultivation, speed and purity are vital. You should stick to what you excel at. Once ng Yu grasped the Sword Intent of the Wind, a professor from Taibai University told him not to listen to the so-called hybrid cultivation schools of thought like "Wind Fire Link," "Wind Water Shatter," "Sandstorm in the Wind," and so on. It's common for sword cultivators to see pairs combining Fire System and Wind System, but that doesn't an it's good for an individual to practice in such a way. One's energy and ti are limited. ng Yu should continue to practice swordsmanship within the Wind System. A single excellent move can dominate the world.
Practicing a Fire Elent swordsmanship would only harm you.
And this Old Liefire... isn't playing fair…
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The prison is a dark place, but if you can fight, you beco the horror of others.
The inmates of the prison soon learned that a young man proficient in swordsmanship had arrived. He once defeated three n who challenged him with just a chopstick, and on another occasion, he brutally beat an assailant barehanded.
The forr proved his prowess, while the latter showed that he was a Hexagon Warrior, not afraid of sneaky attacks.
The Sword Intent of the Wind gave ng Yu the ability to hear the airflow around him, allowing his movents to be faster and smoother than others of equal cultivation, even when barehanded.
The people who provoked him ended up with five broken legs. Those who ambushed him had several of their ribs broken and spat blood, and their two legs snapped as well. ng Yu was also locked away in an isolation chamber devoid of spiritual energy for ten days, twice, but by the ti he ca out, everyone in the prison was reasoning with him.
Even Old Liefire no longer brought up the prospect of teaching him the Vermilion Bird Divine Sword.
Then ca the days of living in the prison.
ng Yu could have had an easier ti, ruled as king, but he was reasonable, even amiable.
This was another point the guards were very satisfied with concerning ng Yu.
ng Yu's responsibility was wind control, by the incredibly hot pill furnace, in the elixir sanctuary full of flas, in the smithing workshop, mastering the application of both wind and fire.
Although spirit talismans and such could be used, those things couldn't compare to the agile ng Yu. Whether it was alchemy or smithing, with ng Yu's participation, many tasks were completed very well.
Every day, he was as tired as an ox; after finishing his work, he would return to his room, rest well, and sleep soundly.
His attitude was excellent, much like an old ox, and those who saw him like this would either nod or shake their heads.
Those nodding appreciated that he was a straightforward kid, skilled in combat but never bullied others, toiling industriously, never seizing or taking advantage. Perhaps, just as he claid, he wanted to atone—a sort of self-punishing redemption.
Those shaking their heads simply lanted that in just a few years, this promising talent in swordsmanship would be ruined.
Cultivation in the Immortal Sect requires a balance between tension and relaxation, especially rigorous training, which needs more resources and proper care. ng Yu's current state wouldn't cause imdiate problems and could even strengthen his physique and expand the resilience of his ridians, but it was ultimately counterproductive, leaving behind nurous hidden issues. Especially with Old Liefire, an infamous figure, who always enticed newcors with grand promises and worked them to death without regard for their well-being.
"Master."
For example, ng Yu, although warned that Old Liefire was not a good person, still respectfully called him master, which left others speechless; the children these days were really gullible.
Old Liefire had certainly promised that he would help ng Yu concoct alchemical elixirs.
...
Days passed one by one, and ng Yu found his place in the prison.
By helping with wind control every day, his workload was higher than others', but he didn't work for nothing—the alchemical elixirs produced in the pill furnace were shared with him, and in the smithing workshop, there were several swordmanship experts from whom ng Yu could seek guidance. Moreover, the prison housed various talents, and ng Yu could learn a thing or two from them.
Disguising oneself, clandestine theft, lock-picking, and how to escape were all skills that could only be genuinely learned there.
The days thus monotonously dragged on for three months.
Regrettably, despite ng Yu's efforts to make friends, only those two beloved nas remained on the Nine-Petal White Lotus.
"ng Yu, there is a visitor for you. It's your decision to et or not."
Upon hearing the na of Cheng Yu Ru, Teacher Cheng, of course, he wanted to et her.
Having just finished work in the smithing workshop, ng Yu was too lazy to tidy up his unkempt appearance and ssy hair. It didn't matter anymore.
In the visiting room, he t Teacher Cheng.
"ng Yu, are you doing okay?"
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