The Prince Can Do Divination-Chapter 112 - 106: Using Oneself as Bait, Purgatory in the Mortal World

Chapter 112: Chapter 106: Using Oneself as Bait, Purgatory in the Mortal World

The atmosphere within the mansion was grim and cold.

"Everyone, line up."

Hu Susu and the women with her looked around. Only then did she discover that the courtyard of Prince Zhuang’s Mansion held a hidden secret. Below the skylight, an invisible Taoist Sect Array was slowly operating, suppressing the area. This Array locked down the Yin Qi here, preventing it from coalescing, which was why no ghosts could be born.

This was what created the heavy presence of Yin Qi.

She looked at the talisman shackles flashing with golden light on her hands and recalled the instructions from that white-bearded Daoist called Elder Dong.

"This old man has planted a Soldier Talisman inside each of you. You can use this to break open the Dao Locks. Once you can move freely, lay low for a while, act on your own, and gather intelligence."

He laid out the course of action, but he didn’t explain how to get out of Prince Zhuang’s Mansion.

’Perhaps the ultimate goal of the mission is to eliminate the Fourth Prince.’

Hu Susu didn’t dwell on it. She felt that with her Eighth Realm Cultivation, there shouldn’t be any issues.

The Seventh Realm was just her disguise. When she entered Prince Jin’s Mansion, she had concealed her Cultivation under another layer, so even Tributor Lei couldn’t see through it.

She came here to find an important person.

Her sister.

Her sister had fallen in love with a Human Race man and was thus expelled from Qingqiu Temple, losing her ancestral tablet and vanishing without a trace. The deity of Qingqiu Temple is the Beiyue Mountain God, who has protected the peace of the Great Yan Dynasty for hundreds of years.

Not long ago, her sister’s Soul Lamp was extinguished.

This meant she had perished in both body and soul.

Thus, she was sent to the Capital City by her family to investigate what had truly happened.

Soon, they were locked into a series of spacious underground cells. The facilities were surprisingly complete, with food, drink, entertainment, beds—everything one could need.

The only thing missing was freedom.

Besides the young Maids in the mansion above, there was a shocking number of ragged women underground. Each cell held more than a dozen of them; as far as the eye could see, it was a staggering amount.

Even Hu Susu was a bit surprised, not expecting there to be so many slaves.

It was true that servants in the Great Yan Dynasty had essentially no human rights. If one died by accident, the Great Yan Government Office typically wouldn’t open a case. The Noble Families would just pay a hefty fine to settle the matter—it was a problem that could be solved with money. Still, a situation like this, rearing so many women, was truly rare.

Hu Susu asked curiously, "How did you all get here? Were you forced?"

In the cell opposite, a slightly older woman gave a self-deprecating laugh. "You all look so clean and fair; how could you be like us? Every single one of us sisters came here because we had no other choice. Take me, for example. I was abandoned by my husband with no way to make a living, no place to live, and nothing to eat. I was even getting bullied by the gangs in the Capital City. Then I heard Prince Zhuang’s Mansion offered shelter from the wind and rain, so I came."

"My father sold me to pay off his debts, and I ended up here," a young girl said coldly.

"It’s pretty good here. We just have to give some blood once in a while. At least we don’t have to worry about food and drink."

Hu Susu fell silent upon hearing this, clearly not having expected them to think that way.

"What did you mean just now by ’giving some blood’?"

She asked again.

A woman replied, "Every so often, a Daoist comes to draw our blood."

"What kind of blood?"

"From all over. Sometimes it’s Palace Blood, sometimes it’s heart’s-blood."

Although Hu Susu wasn’t human, it was the first time she had heard of such a chilling practice. Her brow furrowed deeply.

It was exactly like how the Western Barbarian Demon Race reared members of the Human Race.

Although their Qingqiu Temple was also of the Demon Race, their ancestor had been accepted as a disciple by a Daoist Ancestor Master. They had received an official title from the Great Yan Government Office, becoming a local True God and a regional powerhouse. The Great Yan Court held Lady Qingqiu in high esteem. As the Beiyue Mountain God, her Cultivation was naturally not low.

She had heard that within the Taoist Sect, there was an extremely ancient Secret Technique called the Yang Supplement and Ascension Method.

This Secret Technique was mostly lost to time, making it so obscure that the average person had never even heard of it.

This Technique was similar in principle to cultivating a Tripod Furnace, but its effects were even greater. Ultimately, however, it was a Yin Yang Replenishing Method—an extremely sinister practice that violated natural harmony. The Taoist Sect regarded it as a Forbidden Technique, but it did indeed exist.

’Could it be that the Fourth Prince is secretly practicing such a Forbidden Technique?’

Rumor had it that the Fourth Prince, Lu Guangren, was obsessed with Daoist Skills and possessed Mastery in the art of Alchemy. ’To think he’s actually this kind of person...’

"One of you, out."

Soon, the brown-robed Daoist from before entered the cells and led away a C Level woman from the Endless Pavilion.

An idea sparked in Hu Susu’s mind. She plucked a single hair from her soft, dark locks and attached it to the woman as she passed.

...

After passing through a secret tunnel, they arrived at a large hall.

An enormous Alchemy Furnace radiated waves of scorching heat.

A slender man wearing a long-sleeved Daoist Robe and a Daoist Crown sat cross-legged. His body was shrouded in a red mist, and his eyes glowed with an unnerving red light.

Beside him lay the cold corpse of a woman, her lips pale. She had clearly died from excessive blood loss.

Through the woman’s eyes, Hu Susu saw twisted Talismans pressed against the edge of the Alchemy Furnace. Something seemed to be moving inside the furnace, but she couldn’t see it clearly. The only other information she could glean was the pungent, nauseating stench of blood that filled the hall.

At that moment, the slender man in the Daoist Robe’s gaze shifted. It was unclear whose voice transmission he had heard, but he looked toward the woman’s location, a cruel amusement glinting in his eyes.

"A Fox Girl from Qingqiu Temple. What an unexpected surprise."

"What a fine Tripod Furnace."