Chapter 112: Enduring Her Suffering
o grasp the proper measure."Holding everything in and brooding over it will only create rifts in your heart, and those rifts will grow wider and wider.Like Chong Xuan Sheng, being straightforward and...Stepping over the iron gate and into the corridor flanked by cells, Jiang Wang felt his entire being suddenly become heavier. Even the simple act of taking a step required more effort.
“In this area, everyone will be under more pressure. This is to prevent some prisoners from having too much energy,” Bi Zhu Grandma explained.
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Both side rooms were walled with iron bars for the convenience of jailers to observe the prisoners' situation at any time.
The sound of Bi Zhu Po's dragon-head walking stick tapping on the corridor was very clear. But none of the prisoners curled up in the prison room dared to look outside.
It seems they have all lost the feeling of "curiosity."
This undoubtedly cast a shadow over Jiang Wang's heart.
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Further inside, the iron bars disappeared, replaced by stone gates. Apart from a small, square opening, there was no way to observe what lay within. Presumably, the prisoners held in this area were of greater importance, and their cells were designed with an emphasis on security.
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The corridor was still very long, stretching endlessly.
Although luminous pearls were embedded at intervals along the ceiling, this passage seemed to lead to an abyss with no end in sight. It was impossible to see clearly, and a sense of dread lingered within it.
Bìzhū Pópo stopped here.
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“I won’t go in,” she said sadly. “I can’t bear to see Joan suffer.”
Between the two stone rooms, there was a shelf on the wall that resembled a candlestick. Jiang Wang didn't know what it was for at first until Bi Zhu Po took out an incense stick and inserted it into the top.
She used her thin index finger to gently draw a line across it, and the incense stick was cut off by four-fifths. The remaining half spontaneously ignited.
“You only have so much time,” Bi Zhu Po said.
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Jiang Wang didn't speak, only nodded.
Having presumably coordinated with the jailer beforehand, Grandmother Bi Zhu directly took out a stone key and opened the stone door.
She stood at the doorway, not daring to look inside. It seemed she was truly unable to bear it.
For some reason, Jiang Wang suddenly felt a little hesitant.
He came all the way to Huai Island with a clear goal: to meet Zhu Biqiong. Once his words were spoken, no mountain could stand in his way. To take one last look at Zhu Biqiong before the sea sacrifice was something he had planned long ago.
But at this moment, standing outside the door, separated by only a wall, he suddenly felt a surge of fear.
What has become of the friend who sent him messages on his adventures
What kind of hardships did she endure in this heavily guarded prison, the Sea of Confinement
He was uneasy, but he still stepped into the cell.
The incense burning on the shelf reminded him that he had no time to hesitate.
That's how things have often been on this journey. He has never had a moment of weakness.
He always faces it like this.
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As I stepped into the stone chamber, the stone door behind me slammed shut.
The stone room was dark, but that didn't prevent Jiang Wang from seeing it clearly.
The entire stone chamber was about ten steps square, more spacious than imagined.
It's still relatively clean, there aren't any foul-smelling things, only a faint smell of sea breeze—I wonder where the wind comes from down here at such a depth.
On the wall opposite, two iron shackles were nailed right in the middle.
A frail woman with long flowing hair was hung by iron shackles on the wall.
She lowered her head, breathing softly, as if asleep.
The sound of the door opening did not wake her.
She was like a worn-out wooden doll, discarded by children who grew tired of her quickly. She hung there carelessly, waiting for the day she would be thrown away completely.
The pretty girl who was driven out of Qingyang Town by his burning flowers, the innocent maiden who mistook him for a villain and cried with pear blossoms raining down...
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Now I'm hanging here.
All of Dao Yuan within her body had dissipated, leaving not a shred of cultivation. She was no longer an extraordinary cultivator but an ordinary girl.
Her long hair cascaded down her front, obscuring her face.
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Jiang Wang casually pinched a Dao seal, wanting to condense two stone pillars to help her raise her feet. Because her wrist had been hung up and turned black and purple, it was almost useless.
But the moment Yuan Li gathered, it dissipated. Due to special restrictions, this prison cell was unable to use Dao techniques.
Jiang Wang wanted to carve two indentations into the stone wall so that she could have footholds and not have all her weight on her wrists like she was now.
But I don't know what consequences would result from destroying the stone wall.
He yearned to cleave the shackles with a single stroke and take Zhú Bì Qióng away.
But he definitely couldn't, so he took Zhu Biqiong out of here.
Jiang Wang could only let out a long sigh in his heart, using one arm to hug her leg, and half-carrying her up.
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"No! Don't! Stop!"
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Zhubi Qiong seemed to wake up from a nightmare, kicking her legs constantly, but with such little strength.
She was so weak that even her cries were hollow.
“It’s me, it’s me. Zhudao friend, don’t be afraid. It’s Jiang Wang.”
With a sigh of relief, Jiang Wang comforted himself by igniting a small flame with his other hand, holding it before his face. Then he lifted his head, allowing Zhú Bì Qióng to see his true appearance.
Fortunately, divine powers emanate from oneself and are unaffected. This is why the Samādhi True Fire can emerge.
This was the first time Jiang Wang had ever done something so extravagant, illuminating it with the true fire of samadhi.
Zhu Biqing lowered her head, and through her disheveled long hair, she finally saw Jiang Wang's face.
"Oh..."
She pursed her lips, trying very hard to hold back, but tears still streamed down her face.
Her sobs were so faint, a whispery, choked sound, as if she might stop breathing at any moment.
She was crying but there were no tears, because her tears had already dried up.
Her wrist had received temporary relief, but it remained motionless, indicating that she had lost sensation.
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"It's alright." Jiang Wang reached out and gently pushed the long hair that covered her eyes behind her ear, saying softly, "It's alright."
“Yes, I’m sorry…” She cried for a while, her lips moving dry and pale: “I told you.”
"What's wrong" Jiang Wang asked her softly, "What did you say"
Zhu Biqing closed her eyes, seemingly too tired. But she struggled to open them, her voice weak, "You have a De Sheng Trading Company. In Qingyang Town, it's Xiao Xiao who takes care of things. Xiang Qian practices sword flying, and there's Zhang Hai, the alchemist... You have a good relationship with Zhong Xuan... Wuu wuu wuu, I said everything. I didn't want to, but... It hurts so much. Wuu wuu wuu..."
It's easy to imagine the level of torture in the Prison of Sea. It's definitely not something a delicate flower like Zhu Biqiong could withstand.
"It's okay. Don't blame yourself. In that kind of torture, I wouldn't have been able to hold it either. Besides, what you said isn't any secret. It doesn't hurt me at all."
Jiang Wang supported her with one hand, comforting her softly while slowly adjusting his Dao Yuan to mend the shattered Heavenly Palace within her.
Her Tiangong had been completely shattered, with no possibility of reconstruction whatsoever. Jiang Wang was very clear about this.
But what he is doing now, it's like clearing rubble in a collapsed house. He can't rebuild the house, but at least he can make the ruins look cleaner, thus lessening Zhu Biqing's pain - which perhaps is futile.
“You should say something more useful,” Jiang Wang said. “Like telling them you’re a good friend of Jiang Wang. As long as they let you go, Jiang Wang is willing to spend money, a lot of money.”
Her lips, cracked and parched like bamboo in a drought, twitched upward slightly.
She smiled.rembles with fear.That's how it went. He bumped into the head of the night watchman and got slapped to death.All of his stories, with their grand narratives, could no longer continue. Like a drop of w...