Wujian Prison is located in the northeast of the capital, beneath Gu Mountain on the banks of the Bailang River.
Gu Mountain is so named because it precisely cuts off the Bailang River at this point, forming a bay of over two hundred degrees. This makes the currents here swift and has carved out a large expanse of tidal flats.
From afar, Ye Kunlun saw Gu Mountain and recalled what his master had told him.
"The Judge's Order of Wujian Prison, wielding the Son of Heaven's Sword, shall cut down all injustices in the world."
When descending the mountain, his master had handed him both the Judge's Order and the Son of Heaven's Sword. Now, he was the young master of Wujian Prison.
Ye Kunlun knew that from here on, this would be his starting point in the capital.
He would wield the Judge's Order and the Son of Heaven's Sword to carve a bloody path.
As Ye Kunlun contemplated, the car had already driven into a slightly dilapidated courtyard, showing signs of age.
What surprised Ye Kunlun even more was that the only person in the courtyard was a cleaning aunt tidying up trash in a corner.
There wasn't even a security guard at the gate.
Besides this, there were three rows of single-story buildings in the courtyard. Behind the last row was a dark, imposing gate that exuded a sense of gloom.
Ye Kunlun knew that behind it lay Wujian Prison, where serious offenders were held.
The car stopped in the courtyard.
Wudao and Feng Tutu alighted.
At this moment, two youths emerged from the first row of buildings. Their eyes lit up upon seeing Wudao and Feng Tutu.
"Brother Wudao, Sister Tutu, you're back."
The two youths hurried forward, somewhat excited.
"Xiao Qi, Xiao Ba, pay your respects to the Young Master."
Wudao's face turned cold as he sternly addressed the two youths.
Xiao Qi and Xiao Ba were taken aback. Ye Kunlun looked about their age, yet Wudao expected them to call him Young Master.
Although they harbored doubts, they dared not disobey Wudao's command.
"Young Master!"
They exchanged glances and spoke in unison, their tone lacking genuine enthusiasm.
Feng Tutu and Wudao understood their thoughts perfectly.
They likely believed Ye Kunlun was too young and thought he was a young master sent by some top family for a period of training.
Feng Tutu patted them on the head and warned, "I'm warning you two, the Young Master is our Wujian Prison's Young Master, the former master's final disciple. Show some respect!"
Upon hearing that Ye Kunlun was the former master's final disciple, the two youths' expressions indeed changed.
"Mu Qi (Mu Ba) greets the Young Master!"
They shivered and bowed to Ye Kunlun again.
"That's enough, we're all family. No need for formalities."
Ye Kunlun waved his hand and walked towards the dark gate in the back courtyard.
Wudao and Feng Tutu quickly followed.
The magnificent Wujian Prison was even more dilapidated than Ye Kunlun had imagined. As they walked, apart from Mu Qi and Mu Ba, not a single other person was seen.
"Young Master, Wujian Prison has always had few people. Most are out on missions. The others should be below now."
Wudao pointed to the dark gate and then stepped forward, placing his palm on a nearby sensor.
With a rumble, the gate opened.
A cold, gloomy passageway lay before them.
Ye Kunlun took a step inside.
"Ahhh! Let me out of this godforsaken place!!"
Not long after Ye Kunlun entered, an angry and unwilling voice echoed.
Upon hearing this, Wudao coldly rebuked, "Nie Qiulong, why are you shouting? Do you still want to get out?"
As Wudao's voice rang out, the vast first level of Wujian Prison fell silent.
A moment later, Nie Qiulong's voice sounded again, "Wudao Wuchang, I know I was wrong. Please let me out. I promise to behave from now on."
Ye Kunlun looked at the bearded middle-aged man in the third cell and was surprised to see the second-in-command of Qiulong Hui in such a state.
Wudao knew that the second-in-command of Qiulong Hui had offended Ye Kunlun and had been killed by him!
Nie Qiulong's release depended entirely on Ye Kunlun's will.
As Nie Qiulong met Ye Kunlun's gaze, he shivered.
He had founded Qiulong Hui himself and had worked in the underworld for many years. He had seen many young people.
But Ye Kunlun, whose gaze made him feel an unprecedented palpitation, was the first.
"Who... who are you?" Nie Qiulong asked.
"I killed Zhang Gan," Ye Kunlun said calmly to Nie Qiulong.
Nie Qiulong faltered, thinking he had misheard.
Immediately, his expression darkened, and his sharp eyes fixed on Ye Kunlun.
Ye Kunlun looked at him calmly, unfazed by Nie Qiulong's gaze.
"Hahaha."
Suddenly, Nie Qiulong burst into laughter. "Well killed! Our Qiulong Hui has never tolerated the weak. All the weak deserve to die!"
A smile curved Ye Kunlun's lips. "An interesting person. Keep him confined!"
"Yes, Young Master!"
Wudao replied.
Nie Qiulong's face froze, and he was further shocked by Wudao's address of "Young Master."
Those imprisoned in Wujian Prison naturally knew its terror.
Wujian Prison had nine levels. The further down one went, the more terrifying the inmates became, especially in the lower three levels, where even martial arts grandmasters were reportedly held.
All of this stemmed from the master of Wujian Prison, the former master.
It was said that the Prison Master was an unparalleled expert who transcended the martial way!
It was precisely because of this that those imprisoned in the lower three levels of Wujian Prison remained compliant.
Only after Ye Kunlun left did Nie Qiulong and the other prisoners regain their senses.
They knew that from this day forward, Wujian Prison had a new master.
Ye Kunlun headed straight for the seventh level. He was here for someone, someone his master had mentioned.
Wudao and Feng Tutu dared not speak, their expressions solemn.
This was because they, along with the daily food delivery, had never descended to the seventh to ninth levels.
This was a rule set by the former master of Wujian Prison.
"Young Master, Tutu and I will not be going further," Wudao explained to Ye Kunlun. "According to Wujian Prison's rules, the Four Wuchangs are forbidden from entering the lower three levels."
"It's fine."
Ye Kunlun replied.
He naturally understood why the Four Wuchangs were not allowed to go down. It was because the inhabitants of the lower three levels could easily manipulate their divine consciousness.
The elevator stopped at '7'.
The moment the doors opened, a desolate aura washed over them, as if they had stepped into a barren desert.
Even though Wudao and Feng Tutu were prepared, they were still shocked by the terrifying sense of desolation.
As Ye Kunlun stepped out, the feeling of desolation vanished.
The dim seventh level had three rooms in total.
In the first room, a middle-aged man was painting, paying no attention to their arrival.
In the second room, a woman in her early thirties was applying makeup in front of a mirror, also ignoring their presence.
In the third room, an elder with white hair sat cross-legged. The desolate aura emanated from him.
Wudao and Feng Tutu approached, and the surrounding scene shifted abruptly, as if they were trapped in a world of swirling yellow sand.
The two were greatly alarmed, surprised to be drawn into an illusion by the other's aura.
This demonstrated the terrifying extent of his power.
"Huang Jiuxian, Kai Ling ninth grade!"
Ye Kunlun gazed at the white-haired elder and spoke lightly, shattering his illusion.
"You may leave prison!"