After Zhao Xing was captured and thrown into the prison [Erliang Slope] by Meng Wu, it was as if he was thrown into a washing machine, his body spinning wildly. At the same time, he was plummeting.

His body seemed to undergo some sort of transformation, preventing Zhao Xing from concentrating his spiritual power to maintain balance.

An Emperor-level Reincarnation Realm could do this effortlessly, but for Zhao Xing, it was an overwhelming force.

His body, spiritual power, every inch of his flesh was thrumming violently, resonating with 840 million acupuncture points.

Even his consciousness was becoming fuzzy, like eggs being scrambled, wildly stirred by someone!

The world spun round and round, heaven and earth interchanged, who knows how much time passed.

Finally, Zhao Xing hit the ground.

From extreme speed to complete stillness, it was as if a hand immediately grabbed him, making him stand upright.

But the world before Zhao Xing's eyes was still spinning.

He couldn't stand steadily at all.

"Ugh~~~"

Zhao Xing, his face flushed, couldn't hold it in and bent over, vomiting.

"Ugh~"

"Boom!"

With that vomit, he spat out a large amount of black residue and a faint gray mist.

He vomited till tears and mucus ran down, and black blood oozed from his pores.

After a while, Zhao Xing's consciousness gradually became clear. Lying on the ground, he placed his hands over his head, bowing upwards.

"Thank, thank you, General Meng."

Though it was retaliation, Meng Wu also shook away the toxins and hidden injuries that Zhao Xing accumulated from his earlier 'transformation' bath.

There was no response from above, but Meng Wu outside did hear it.

He snorted lightly: "You've got some sense, kid."

"But... thank me? Hehe, let's see if you still want to thank me after the full experience..." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Erliang Slope, prison world.

After vomiting wildly, Zhao Xing finally had the strength to stand firm.

He instinctively wanted to summon wind and rain to wash himself, only to realize he couldn't use any spells at all.

So he could only maintain his current disheveled appearance for the time being.

"Sigh, what goes around comes around," Zhao Xing couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

He shook people over to shake Meng Wu.

Meng Wu retaliated with his own 'shaking people.'

The circles Zhao Xing spun in his lifetime were never as many as today!

He wiped the grime off his face with his sleeve, finally seeing clearly.

Just as he saw the world around him clearly, a person holding a steel fork and wearing a green-faced tusks mask appeared in front of him.

"Greetings, fellow daoist, I am..."

"Boom!"

The steel fork smashed onto the back of Zhao Xing's head, his vision went dark, and he immediately fell limp to the ground.

As he fell, he faintly heard the words of the 'Yaksha':

"Tie him up and take him to the execution ground. Remember, don't talk to him, the Prison Chief said this one is a smooth talker, a habitual deceiver..."

I am innocent... Zhao Xing lost consciousness.

Time passed.

When Zhao Xing opened his eyes again, he found himself seemingly soaked in a large vat.

"Sizzle~ Gurgle~"

The boiling oil water bubbled away, and beside him stood a person above, holding a steel fork.

Oil pot?

Zhao Xing was stunned: "What are you doing?"

The Yaksha didn't answer, just poked Zhao Xing.

"Hiss~"

With that poke, his five senses instantly returned.

"Ow ow~~"

Instinctively, Zhao Xing wanted to jump up, but as he surfaced, he was slammed down by a fork again.

"Hey, wait a moment—"

Zhao Xing reached out to grab the fork, only to find it searing hot, making him instantly let go, dropping back into the oil pot.

"Mm..." Zhao Xing's words were immediately cut off.

Suffocation, the searing pain attacked.

Zhao Xing was numb.

He struggled to surface, shouting aloud:

"I have never heard of the Empire treating prisoners this way... Gurg~"

The third time surfacing:

"Prisoners should also have human rights... Hiss~"

The fourth time surfacing:

"General, I was wrong..."

Clang!

...

No telling how many beatings he endured, Zhao Xing finally couldn't resist anymore, completely engulfed in searing pain and suffocation.

However, his body's injuries quickly healed, with traces of black blood oozing out, just like the previous vomiting.

This time, though, it was more refined, Zhao Xing hadn't noticed he was fried out of many 'impurities.'

...

"Splash~"

Finally, Zhao Xing was fished out of the oil pot.

At that moment, he almost felt reborn.

"Sir, am I going to the cell now?" Zhao Xing asked quietly, dejectedly.

"Cell? It's still early." The green-faced, tusked Yaksha expressionlessly put a cangue on Zhao Xing.

"Where are we going then?"

"Beheading."

"Wha—"

Before he could ask, Zhao Xing was kicked sharply.

A massive force came, his vision blurred.

Zhao Xing found himself sliding and kneeling to an execution ground-like place.

The cangue caught in a groove below, only showing a head.

The rest of his body lay stretched behind.

He strained to turn his head, just in time to see the massive dark-golden guillotine blade descending overhead.

"Damn!"

Zhao Xing's head rolled to the Yaksha's feet.

The Yaksha kicked it, lifted the head, instructed the person beside him: "Go, put it back together, give him the love potion and behead a billion and five thousand more times."

"Yes."

...

"Where are we going then?"

"Beheading."

"Wha—"

Zhao Xing was stunned, beheading?

Just got out of the oil pot, and now beheading?

...

Dazed and confused.

Zhao Xing felt like he was in a long dream.

It was as if he was put into the oil pot countless times, deep-fried in a big vat by someone.

Then dragged out for beheading, the huge guillotine blade fell, body separated.

Afterwards, he was hoisted up, hands and feet stretched straight by Thunderbolt Chains.