Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 1012 - 518: Water Prison

"What? Some random old official showed up out of nowhere and rescued you all? Even burned the Beast Cage?

Where is he now? What! He stayed behind and got caught by the Nangong Family? What’s the deal with that?"

A group of young fellows babbled on, and Chan Zi was also perplexed, unable to make heads or tails of it, so he asked Chen Xuantian,

Chen Xuantian shrugged, tossed a fistful of greens from his sleeve into the bone soup,

"It’s just as they said. I ran into a constable along the way, full of righteous zeal, claiming he was in Li Country to uphold justice and punish evil.

What could I do? Stop him? I just showed him the way to see if he meant business, to see if he’d really eliminate the evil he spoke of.

And then, well, he just flew out with one kick, I couldn’t hold him back..."

With that, Chan Zi jumped up,

"Alright! Let’s go rescue him!"

Chen Xuantian rolled his eyes,

"Hold on, hold on, what does it have to do with you? Why bother? Do you think the Six Gates is easy to infiltrate? That’s part of the court’s setup!

Even if his family aren’t part of the Guard Army, they’re still pawns of the Immortal Palace, lackeys of the court. Let them fight amongst themselves like dogs."

Chan Zi patted his chest,

"What do I care about his background? He saved so many of my brothers, even if he’s a dog, he’s a good dog!"

Chen Xuantian chuckled,

"Hah, how is it a good dog isn’t living off the people’s fat and essence?"

Chan Zi waved his hand,

"One thing is one thing, a debt of gratitude needs repaying, the account must be cleared! We can’t forget those who have helped us!

If we have to ponder and endlessly debate even the simple things like saving lives and repaying kindness, what can we ever expect from this world?"

Chen Xuantian gave him a sidelong glance,

"I think you’re just itching to go out and have some fun."

Chan Zi pretended not to hear,

"Well, anyway I know the way, I’ll take a look first, see what’s going on, if the guy’s dead or not."

"Hey, hey! You’re really going?! What about the soup?!"

"Aren’t you still here? I’ll go on a spin and be right back!"

"Tsk, can’t stay put even in Zen City..."

Chen Xuantian glanced at the drooling child around the soup pot,

"...Who wants to cultivate?"

So, until the middle of the night, he casually taught some Fire Watching Child techniques, and only then did Chen Xuantian set off to find Chan Zi, to prevent such a good backup Dao Body from falling into the net.

"How did you find me?"

Chan Zi was just about to take advantage of the dark to stage a prison break, having just knocked out a jailer and put on a dogskin disguise that hardly fit him, dragging on the ground.

"Hmph, with your skills, who could you fool anyway. Over here, follow me."

"Alright, with you blocking the view, no one will spot me. I’ve found out, the guy’s locked in the water prison. We better hurry, delay longer and he’ll be wasted."

Chen Xuantian rolled his eyes again, brushed his sleeve, performed an Eye Covering Technique, transforming the two into jailers, heading for the water prison.

The so-called water prison was really like a duck enclosure by the lakeside, surrounded by iron railings along the river channel’s sluice. Stakes like sharp forest were stuck with white bone skulls, filled with rotting flesh and decaying corpses, expressly meant to intimidate passing merchant ships. Such is the fate of offending the Nangong Family.

Scanning the scene, they indeed saw Yang Yunzhao tied to a stake, mingled among maggot and fly-infested giant-view corpses. He was stripped bare, half his body immersed in muddy water, a large purplish-black lump rising on his back, clearly having taken a ferocious punch, shoulders and arms broken, blood gushing from mouth and nose, barely clinging to life.

Chen Xuantian chuckled,

"Hah, it seems they didn’t believe a Young General would go become a constable."

Chan Zi’s eyes widened in anger,

"Iron Sand Palm, stabbing in the beast cage, it’s that Pan Zhang from the Twelve Evil Tigers! That little bastard is pure scum! A drunkard with bad credit! Incites soldiers to ravage, robs merchants! Slaughters without remorse! Even robs his own Nangong family’s hunting team convoys!"

Chan Zi was about to go into the water to save Yang Yunzhao when Chen Xuantian suddenly pulled him back,

"Why rush, where to hide him?"

"Just hide him in our place!"

"Hah, you dare attract trouble like this? I purposely left him alone to sever cause and effect. Bringing him back is pointless effort, isn’t it?

Believe it or not, a pack of Evil Tigers will chase us tonight, sweeping up bones and garbage in one swoop? Don’t blame me for not repeatedly warning you, none of your brothers will survive."

Chan Zi frowned for a moment, but admitted Chen Xuantian was right, patiently,

"Then what do you suggest? We can’t just let him die for us."

Chen Xuantian was equally helpless,

"So I’m asking you, where to hide him after rescue?"

Chan Zi realized, thought for a while, pointed opposite at the Water Village,

"Hide him in the navy camp!"

"Military camp?"

Chan Zi nodded,

"I often deliver goods to the navy, ship him in with the grain boat into the camp, hide right under their noses!

The proper Immortal Palace Guards have been sent to the front lines long ago, the remaining soldiers are all young masters, who spent a pile of gold to stay behind, avoiding the battlefield.

They spend all day inside camp seeking pleasures, indulging in vices, no one guards the warehouse at all!"

Haha, it’s send him to die so you can live comfortably, that’s the Immortal Palace specialty.

"Alright, but I can only take one person at a time, you go set up a boat first."

Chan Zi didn’t hesitate, split up to work on the boat.

While Chen Xuantian, with a smile, waited until Chan Zi was gone, then carefully looked at the water prison again. Not in haste, he calculated, even pulled out a Compass to divine a hexagram, made up his mind, then walked on the water, his hefty figure swaying left and right, dexterously slipping over the water like a fat spinning top doing ballet.

And thus swiftly approached Yang Yunzhao, taking a look, seeing him wheeze, shivering when cold wind blew.