Red Heart Patrols the Sky

Chapter 856 - 856 110 Prison Sea Jail

856: Chapter 110: Prison Sea Jail 856: Chapter 110: Prison Sea Jail Tian Anping and Qing Xi secretly collaborated, and this information might be deemed essential or not, depending entirely on how it was used.There was much to ponder about this matter.

For example, Zhongxuan Sheng also collaborated with the Business Alliance, but this partnership required no concealment.

On ordinary days, Tian Anping and Qing Xi seemed to have no connections, yet they discreetly collaborated behind the scenes.

So, what were they hiding?

What were they collaborating on?

Tian Chang could not provide a concrete explanation and perhaps had suspicions but was not willing to disclose everything.

Jiang Wang was able to tolerate.

It was not wise to pressure people like Tian Chang too hard; he allowed Tian Chang to keep some secrets, as long as he could grasp the measure of things at critical moments.

He never thought, nor did he believe it possible, to have total control over Tian Chang.

If Tian Chang were that easy to control, he couldn’t have successfully assassinated a top-tier family senior and remain unscathed, nor could he have survived under Tian Anping.

The way Jiang Wang conducted himself, he never resorted to threats of mutual destruction lightly.

When he did adopt such a stance, it generally meant real mutual destruction.

Looking at Tian Chang sitting across the table, Jiang Wang thought for a moment and then said, “I will also participate in this year’s Sea Festival.

If there is any new significant information, inform me immediately.

I know you can.”

He decided to give Tian Chang a subtle hint, letting him know that his visit to the Near Sea Archipelago was also related to the Sea Festival, to obtain more targeted intelligence from Tian Chang.

Anyway, at least for the time being, it was impossible for Tian Chang to rebel against him.

It would be of no benefit and meaningless for Tian Chang himself.

And his intersection with the Sea Festival would likely be only this time.

“I understand,” Tian Chang said.

He knew the conversation for today had ended, so he stood up, “I cannot often disappear.

If there’s any news later, I will have Tian He inform you.

Do you remember him?”

Jiang Wang thought for a moment and nodded, “I have an impression.”

It seems after accompanying Tian Chang through the Valley of Lost Hearts, Tian He had earned his trust.

With Gong Yang Road dead, Tian He might now be the person he trusts the most.

Indeed, someone who could withstand the harsh tortures of the Valley of Lost Hearts, yet never betray him, was certainly trustworthy.

If Jiang Wang hadn’t seen with his own eyes how Tian He killed Tian Chang’s cousin Liu Si, he might also think that silent middle-aged man was very trustworthy.

The most memorable phrase from Tian He, when Jiang Wang asked him if he would stay with the Tian family for a long time, was — “Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.”

Despite being average in cultivation and presumably ordinary in talent, having stayed with the Tian family for forty-three years and still just a side branch’s follower, he treated the top-tier Qi Da Ze Tian Clan like a piece of fat meat.

Such an extreme level of patient calm and hunger could not be underestimated by Jiang Wang.

Tian He and Tian Chang, along with Tian Anping.

Just the three individuals Jiang Wang had met, if they could work together, the Tian family would face rapid development over the next hundred years.

Unfortunately, these three people would never work closely together.

What’s more interesting was that Jiang Wang held leverage over the first two individuals.

The most significant gain in the Hidden Star World was perhaps not the Life Flower nor the Wind Calming Pearl, but Tian He and Tian Chang.

Tian Chang left as quietly as he came, even taking the window with him.

Jiang Wang said no more, quietly closing his eyes and continuing his daily cultivation.

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Granny Bizhu’s message arrived a bit later than expected.

Jiang Wang had been waiting until the twenty-fourth of March when Granny Bizhu finally sent someone with a message.

By this time, Huai Island was already overcrowded with people from all over who had hurried to participate in the Sea Sacrifice ceremony.

The Qingyun Inn where Jiang Wang was staying had been fully booked days before.

Although the Sea Sacrifice was an activity of the entire Near Sea Archipelago, the main ceremonial site was definitely the End of the World Platform, where the so-called “viewing of the ceremony” also took place.

After arriving at the bamboo building, Granny Bizhu personally led the way, taking Jiang Wang through the Diao Hai Building.

As they walked, cultivators frequently stopped to greet Granny Bizhu but did not approach and disturb her.

Granny Bizhu gently nodded in response to each, without putting on any airs.

The Sect headquarters at the Diao Hai Building was the place with the most inconsistent architectural style that Jiang Wang had seen.

Flat tops, pointed tops, iron constructions, yellow mud walls, black stone walls…

There were all kinds of bizarre styles, and perhaps the only commonality was that they were all “towers”—if the building in front of them that resembled an iron pot could also be classified as a tower, then that would be the point of unity.

This was probably because the sea folk of the Near Sea Archipelago originally came from various places around the world, which made for a complex mix.

Different aesthetic tastes merged in a peculiar way.

After looking for a while, it even seemed quite harmonious.

Throughout the journey, Granny Bizhu spoke very little, seemingly trapped in a sorrowful mood that she could not escape.

She only responded to Jiang Wang with brief phrases and to the greetings of the Diao Hai Building cultivators with a slight nod.

Her dragon-headed cane tapped the ground lightly, producing a deep, ripple-free sound.

This was an old woman’s profound grief, as if she was mourning for her beloved disciple.

Eventually, Jiang Wang followed her to a giant stone “house” in front of them.

Jiang Wang preferred to call it a “house” rather than a “tomb,” although it really did resemble a tomb.

It was like a giant stone grave, burying a giant inside.

The structure was an upside-down hemisphere shape, while at the very front, there stood a tall stone door.

Three large characters were engraved in the shadow of the door plaque—Prison Sea Jail.

This jail took the name “Prison Sea,” implying it could imprison even the sea, truly a domineering name.

However, considering the similarly overbearing name of the Diao Hai Building, there was nothing incomprehensible.

There were no guards in front of the Prison Sea Jail.

Perhaps the guards were inside the jail, or perhaps they were not needed.

It was not until Granny Bizhu’s two withered palms pressed against the door that a dull thud was heard, and the stone door slowly began to move.

Hearing that sound, Jiang Wang doubted whether he could move this stone door.

It did not open inward or outward but slowly descended, sinking the entire stone door into the ground.

The scene was somewhat bizarre, but it matched the strange architectural styles inside the Diao Hai Building.

Being able to open the door normally would have perhaps been stranger.

Since Granny Bizhu did not ask for help, Jiang Wang did not offer assistance.

He was worried that suddenly reaching out might trigger some kind of restriction and cause him harm.

Thus, he could only stand by, watch the elderly lady strenuously move the door, without blinking.

“Young man, got some life in those eyes,” Granny Bizhu suddenly said in a muffled voice.

Jiang Wang quickly reacted, also placed his hands on the door, and exerted his strength to move it downward.

Of course, his “full force” was just for show.

Although the cultivation energy within him roared mightily, he was actually using only seventy percent of his strength.

He could not afford to give Granny Bizhu too much information that might reveal his true intentions, as they were actually enemies, not friends.

Amidst the dull sounds, the stone door slowly sank.

An entrance to a downward tunnel appeared before them, with treasure beads illuminating both sides of the walls, making it not at all dim.

But it extended a great distance, far beyond what the eye could see.