When Han Yu opened his eyes again, he realized he was no longer in the outskirts.

His entire body felt numb, sore, swollen, and painful, with all sorts of sensations, while underneath him was something terrifyingly hard.

He reached out to feel it—steel plate!

No wonder it felt so uncomfortable lying here...

Damn!

Why is there a steel plate here?

Han Yu was instantly alert, his mind cleared, and he looked around to find himself in an iron cell forged with pure steel.

The surroundings were empty, with another iron cell next to his, where a head as swollen as a pig's was staring blankly at him.

Yankong's face was filled with hatred, and his teeth were practically grinding out sparks.

If it weren't for this guy, how could I have suffered so much pain?

"Haha! You finally got your comeuppance today, serves you right."

Another voice of laughter echoed, filled with the satisfaction of vengeance.

Not far from outside the iron cell, a person was hanging on the torture rack, covered in bloodstains, none other than Yan Bing.

So I damn well got dragged into the Guardian Mansion's prison?

Without hesitation, he ran to the iron bars and punched hard, the massive boom reverberating through the entire prison, but apart from the continual trembling of the bars, they remained undamaged.

"Don't waste your effort, this is a prison crafted by the Mo Family, not so easily broken by external force."

Yan Bing laughed gleefully, relishing in his misfortune.

Han Yu frowned and stepped back as a red Fire Lotus kept compressing beneath the iron bars. Just as he was about to trigger it, a sigh full of helplessness came through.

"Why don't you just try if the prison door is locked or not."

Footsteps sounded from afar, nearing, as Ling Wuce walked in with Nansheng and a complicated-looking Zhao Yulin.

Han Yu paused for a moment, then quickly went to the cell door and gave it a gentle pull.

It wasn't even locked.

Ling Wuce shot Zhao Yulin a glare before explaining.

"After you were knocked out by Tribulation Thunder, it was this old man who brought you back. I had originally asked this guy to find you a place, and he ended up putting you here."

Back when I handed you over to Zhao Yunlin, he even beat his chest, swearing he'd handle it well.

And yet he lands you in a prison cell?

Zhao Yulin pulled a long face, mainly because without putting this guy in jail, he couldn't get any peace of mind!

After Han Yu caused trouble twice in a row and used Earth Escape to flee, leaving him standing there like a fool for half a day, Han Yu just turned around and escaped back to the inn to rest.

Infuriating!

At this moment, Ling Wuce quickly stepped forward, his eyes bright and sharp.

"This old man helped you with the Tribulation, now it's your turn to fulfill your promise."

With that, he muttered to himself deliberately.

"This old man is just in the Realm of Transcendence, rather knowledgeable in some martial arts."

Hearing an old man in the Realm of Transcendence say he's rather knowledgeable in martial arts right before you, Han Yu couldn't help but find it amusing.

Never mind being rather knowledgeable, even without using any martial arts, he could easily handle me.

"What's up with these two?"

Ling Wuce had much curiosity about many things, like these two in the cell.

Han Yu gathered his thoughts and suddenly remembered Yan Bing's gloating expression earlier, finding it amusing.

"The one on the torture rack over there ate a pill from me that can stop any pain for a year, but the side effect is the pain will erupt nine times over a year later."

His voice wasn't low, so even Yan Bing heard it clearly and his face turned green instantly.

If all the beatings he's taken were to erupt...

"So, feel free to give him more beatings, stock them up, then when it erupts..."

Han Yu purposely left the sentence unfinished, letting others' imaginations run wild.

"Damn, I thought he was a man of iron, turns out it's like this. Starting tomorrow, I'll arrange for four beatings a day for him."

Zhao Yulin rolled his eyes at Yan Bing, who was immediately terrified and kept exclaiming.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know, I swear I will."

"What's the point? That Grand Monk you're thinking of has already said everything for you."

Zhao Yulin chuckled and stopped paying attention. There would naturally be specialized cultivators to handle him later.

Han Yu looked at Yankong with bad intentions and suddenly said.

"Grand Monk, do a dance."

Yankong was stunned for a moment, then that peculiar sensation came over his body again, and his hands and feet began to move uncontrollably, awkwardly flailing about.

It was simply unbearable to watch, so after a few glances, Han Yu quickly told him to stop.

"The pill you took is called the Wish Fulfillment Pill. Now you're under Merit Protection, turning misfortune into blessing."

Whether it was Yankong himself or the people in the cell, as soon as they heard these eight words for the first time, their eyes burned with fervor, much like when Han Yu first saw the pill.

Then Han Yu's next words were like pouring a basin of cold water on a hot pan.

"The side effect is that you must fulfill any reasonable request made by anyone."

"Can't we just do without this thing at the back?"

Zhao Yulin felt like he had finished a pot of soup and found a rat tail at the bottom; the thought made him uncomfortable.

If there were no side effects, people would break their legs trying to get it!

But this side effect... forget it!

Just thinking about it made Zhao Yulin's scalp tingle.

Let alone Yankong. As a senior disciple of the Evil Path, what if for the rest of his life, when someone came to kill him, they asked him to stand still and wait to die?

What if someone with ill intent asked him to walk into death traps?

Not to mention if he encountered someone like Yan Bing, who could make his life a living hell.

The more he thought about the future, the paler his face became.

Facing Zhao Yulin's question, Han Yu shook his head and replied casually.

"No, all my pills come with side effects."

Side effects, Ling Wuce thought to himself, that was true for the Star Sect, Young Master Xiao, Lu Dayou, and the others; though he didn't know the specifics, they must all be the same.

"Let's go somewhere else. I have many questions for you."

With that, he grabbed Han Yu by one hand and Nansheng by the other, and they disappeared from the cell.

——

After the surroundings blurred and changed, the next moment, the three appeared in the inner courtyard of Zhao Yulin's Government Office.

Han Yu, still in a daze, was pushed into a seat, while Ling Wuce sat beside him, leaned forward, and asked.

"I know your pills have all sorts of magical properties. What's the deal with Young Master Xiao? And Lu Dayou? It's rumored that your pills can enhance power with Qi Fortune."

Once Han Yu came to his senses, he hesitated and then asked in his Sea of Consciousness.

The mist still hadn't cleared, but the fire in his Sea of Consciousness had already vanished. He figured it must have been divided up by the Ping and the Artifact Spirit while he was unconscious in the cell.

"You can reveal the effects, but the order must be reversed when you talk about them!"

Glass's voice suddenly came from within the mist.

Understanding the hint, Han Yu began to relate the effects of Young Master Xiao and Lu Dayou taking the pill.

After exhausting thirteen years of Qi Fortune, Young Master Xiao gained the cultivation to surpass the Divine Gaze Realm.

After exhausting one year of Qi Fortune, Lu Dayou broke through the Other Shore Realm straight into the Seeing Me Realm.

Though the records were already in Chongming Tower, hearing it directly from Han Yu was something else entirely.

Unable to contain his joy, Ling Wuce eagerly pursued further questions.

"If you exchange Qi Fortune for cultivation, what about things beyond cultivation?"

"Don't answer, the old man is trying to trick you."

Glass quickly shouted in the Sea of Consciousness.

Han Yu was about to speak, but then immediately clamped his mouth shut, realizing what was happening.

He had never implied exchanging Qi Fortune for something, and the old man was using curved words to entrap him.

Seeing Han Yu refuse to speak, a strange gleam flashed in Ling Wuce's eyes, then he chuckled softly.

"If Qi Fortune is the cause, and what you gain is the effect, could your pill reverse and make effect the cause?"

This time, no Artifact Spirit reminder was needed; it was still not something to answer.

Han Yu merely provided the pill, but the West River Pill clearly didn't fit the definition of a pill. Not to mention the West River Pill, sometimes the pills produced by the Ping weren't even in the realm of pills.

Rather than pills, it made more sense to call them rules.

But that couldn't be disclosed. Could he really say that his pills could achieve that?

The Ping emphasized the principle of balance, where every gain came with a loss.

As for the rules of the Artifact Spirit, Han Yu still couldn't comprehend them.

The West River Pill's rules seemed like fair trade yet exhausted the limits of those prodigies.

And in the face of energy, the Artifact Spirit was more prone to losing composure than the Ping.

"I wonder if your pill can accomplish that?"

Clearly, this was significant to Ling Wuce, as he repeated the question once more.

"What should I do?"

Han Yu deeply understood that there was no way around it, so he could only continuously project his thoughts into the Sea of Consciousness.

"Just tell him it can't be done."

Glass snorted in the Sea of Consciousness.

Ling Wuce naturally didn't believe it. With all these incidents and evidence, it didn't add up with his explanation.

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