Chapter 277 In The Dungeon

An eerie atmosphere clumped the entire space of the dungeon she was in. No matter how she defended herself against the experts of the clan and had even used up her master's means, she was still only alone and the things her master gave her weren't enough to accommodate all of their attacks.

But she knew all along.

Once an exile came back to their clan, they would not be able to go out of there anymore. It was a rule set by their ancestor herself. Feng Huang broke that rule and still came back to fetch her little sister. It was perilous and had even almost cost her life—but it was worth it to see that her sister had come back safe.

"B-big sister… boo-hoo…" her little sister cried out in front of her cell. "I swear that after I become powerful enough I will… I will punish those who bullied you…"

"Little sister…" Somehow, Feng Huang was touched, despite her violent personality. However, she shook her head afterward, with all her arms and legs, even her waist bound by chains. "It's no use. Unless master will come here himself, no one could stop them from exacting punishment on me."

"That's right," another sonorous voice of a woman sounded as a figure from the dark corner appeared out of nowhere. "It's a pity that your soul and dantian are being protected by something. However, after I crack these protections, I will certainly cripple both your soul and your dantian, so you will never become a threat again…"

"What has my sister done to you?!  She's already an exile! How can she still become a threat to your position when she's in this state?!" Feng Huang's little sister, Feng Xia, was so furious that she bellowed at this woman who just arrived. She was innocent, but she was not ignorant of the political things going around their clan, especially the things that this woman did just to get the title of a 'Saintess'.

This woman was called Feng Ya. She was the one who forcefully seized the position of 'Saintess' from Feng Huang. She was ruthless and extremely scheming. No one had ever won against her in the past and certainly not this time. She knew that she was not a pureblooded Nether Phoenix, and according to most of those who went against her becoming the Saintess, someone like her did not deserve the status of a 'Saintess'.

Thus, as long as this Feng Huang was alive or her little sister was, she wouldn't stop—because only through that way she could convince those who held the most power in the clan.

"By the way, can you tell me more about this 'master' of yours?"

Feng Huang was shocked as she realized she had misspoken earlier and incurred the other party's curiosity. However, as much as she wanted to say her master was very powerful, she did not want her master to fall under the scheme of this woman in front of them.

That said, her mouth still betrayed her.

"My master is a very powerful being. Even more powerful than all the experts of our clan. Once he came here and found out that I died under your hands, you will suffer the wrath of someone who could tear a world apart. This Asura Prison of ours is just a small piece of the universe we are in. Master comes from a place that we knew nothing about. Even I know nothing of his origins. Even himself. But one thing is for sure, he is very powerful to bend the fates of everyone in our clan."

Feng Ya trembled at the mention of this master and the description that Feng Huang gave her. It was a huge shock, but she soon regained her composure and said, "Don't bother trying to shake me to my core. You don't have a master at all, Feng Huang. You are just trying to make fantasies out of nowhere just to make me surrender."

"It's up to you whether you believe me or not. However, once I died, the master will know about it."

"Hmph!"

When Feng Ya disappeared from the dungeon, Feng Xia looked at her big sister and remembered the man that saved the both of them. "Big sister… the master you talked about…"

"Yes, it's him, the one who gave me a powerful scripture like no other, the one whom I have a crush with," Feng Huang shamelessly said. "If I were to meet master again, I'll ask for his hand and marry him!"

There was firmness in her eyes as she said those words. Feng Xia was shocked that her sister actually came to acknowledge a man. There was no one in the clan before who could enter her eyes and for her to take the initiative to want to marry a man, was some big news to her! It almost snatched her wig away!"

Especially seeing how serious Feng Huang's face was when she said those words, clenching her fist in determination.

Feng Xia was speechless at this big sister of hers. She knew she was bold, but not this bold.

***

The boy froze at the mention of the Holy Light Emperor. He dropped the buckets of water he was carrying, letting them roll down the mountain like deformed balls. He looked at the blank space in front of him and noticed no one from his surroundings. Even if he had his cultivation crippled, he still had trained his senses to be more astute in the past.

However, what made him act like this was that this person actually knew of the emperor he was disappointed about, the Holy Light Emperor, whom he proclaimed he would never hate.

"Who are you? Who sent you here?" Sheng Ao's voice rolled across the mountain as he observed his surroundings closely. "I know that there is…"

As Sheng Ao was about to finish his words, an extremely handsome man appeared in front of him. There was a hint of devilishness in his handsome face, but the heavenly aura he exuded overshadowed this. However, the former's effects were still put on display.

"I already told you my name. I am surnamed, Yang. My name is Lujia. Yang Lujia. As for who sent me here, I do not take orders from anyone. In other words, I only came across here by fate. It seems like the Holy Light Emperor was really harsh on you to not only cripple your cultivation but also imprison you in this cage," Yang Lujia said. "Don't you find it sad?"

Sheng Ao's curiosity perked up as he listened to this mysterious being that did not carry any qi or energy around him, as though he was a mortal. "Sad?"

"The truth that others see will always be the truth in their eyes, while the truth in our eyes will always be the truth we perceive. Whoever knows what truly happened knew the actual truth, but there was just no one to prove their claims the truth. The words you say will be branded as lies and you as a liar. Don't you want to find the whole truth, Sheng Ao?"

Sheng Ao's eyes glimmered in shock as he looked at the ever-increasing mysteriousness of this being in front of him. It was like clouds were interfering with his vision as he continued to stare at this being. "How did you know my name?"

"Who doesn't know your name, Sheng Ao? The genius who had been given the title—Traitor of Light," Yang Lujia said, emphasizing the last three words he uttered. "You never really touched a woman's body, right? You were tainted by the feelings of attachment and love of beauty, but you never really touched her, right?"

Seeing the changing expressions of Sheng Ao, Yang Lujia knew that what he said hit the mark.

"Don't you want to prove to them that you did not do anything wrong? Don't you want to prove to the Holy Light Emperor that his judgment over you had been wrong all this time? You're human, a being whose feelings were not entirely severed even after you become a bald monk. Do not tell me that the Holy Light Emperor himself did not fall in love with a woman before. He did. I knew all of them too well." Yang Lujia flashed a perplexing smile as he looked at Sheng Ao.

Sheng Ao took a deep breath and looked at Yang Lujia with an interest in mind to proving himself that he wasn't in the wrong. On the other hand, he had been praying even before this—that he believed that heaven would not forsake him—he just had to work hard.

Wouldn't this being in front of him answer all his prayers?

"How do you want me to move from now onwards?" Sheng Ao showed a serious face as he looked at Yang Lujia.

Yang Lujia stared into his determined eyes and said, "Be my disciple."