Lv Bai flicked his hand, the formidable aura gradually disappeared, reverting to his harmless appearance.

He turned to help Dao Zheng Wood on the ground, and without a word, carried the old man out.

Reaching the doorway, he glanced at the Misa Prison Warden, who lay on the ground, uncertainly alive or dead.

Considering that a new Prison Area Chief might appear at any moment, Lv Bai didn’t waste time finishing him off and carried Dao Zheng Wood directly to the edge of the prison.

After all, Lv Bai was well aware of his disadvantages; if he couldn’t close in for a surprise attack, dealing with a Grandmaster Martial Artist would become quite troublesome, best to avoid it if possible.

Upon seeing this, the severely injured White Eyebrow Bat King couldn’t help but shout: "Little brother, thank you, I, the White Eyebrow Bat King, owe you one. Someday, there will be a great reward!"

The other two old Grandmasters who were also crippled by the Misa Prison Warden echoed similar sentiments.

It seemed that these senior Grandmaster Martial Artists were dignified people, unaccustomed to taking advantage of others.

Lv Bai did not respond, and they didn’t mind, gathering themselves up and following him out of the A Detention Area.

As long as they could leave the detention area, it was considered mostly successful, after all, the high walls around the prison couldn’t stop Martial Artists.

...

Moments later, Lv Bai distanced himself from the large group of prisoners, intending to return by the way he came.

Unexpectedly, at the wall corner of the prison, he encountered an unexpected person—the driver arranged by Daoist Master.

"What’s this?"

"Mr. Lü?"

The two questions arose almost simultaneously.

The driver hesitated for two seconds, then shifted his focus to Dao Zheng Wood, whom Lv Bai carried on his shoulder.

A barely concealed joy appeared on his face: "Master Ancestor!"

Dao Zheng Wood blinked and looked the driver up and down, seeming a bit bewildered: "Who are you?"

"It’s me, Dao Long."

"Oh, it’s Xiao Er, you’ve grown so much."

"Yes, yes, it’s so good to see you again. I thought Mr. Lü... might not succeed, and I was ready to help. This isn’t the place to talk; let’s climb over and discuss things later."

Dao Long’s joy at the reunion was clearly genuine, yet it made Dao Zheng Wood feel quite sentimental.

"I’m handing him over to you, now we’re even."

Since there was now assistance, Lv Bai naturally wouldn’t continue carrying, and directly handed the old man over to Dao Long.

Dao Long carefully carried Dao Zheng Wood on his back, and upon hearing this, instinctively objected: "How can that be? Mr. Lü, you’ve rescued Master Ancestor, you are our Daoist Sect’s eternal benefactor."

Actually, from the beginning, the Daoist Master didn’t expect Lv Bai to succeed in the rescue; his main role was to divert attention.

The actual rescuers were Dao Long here and other Daoist disciples.

In the midst of talking, two figures, like fleas, rushed swiftly along the tops of buildings.

"Senior Brother, Sixth Junior, over here."

Dao Long quickly called out loudly: "Master Ancestor has been rescued, hurry and notify the Master to retreat too."

The two figures landed one after the other.

Senior Brother appeared upright, his muscular contours resembling a sculpture, not at all like someone mixed in with criminal forces.

"Master Ancestor."

After landing, Senior Brother first saluted Dao Zheng Wood, then turned to Dao Long and said: "Xiao Er, since Master Ancestor has been rescued, quickly take him away, I and Xiaowu need to go assist the Master."

"What do you mean? Can anyone stop the Master from leaving?" Dao Long frowned.

"No time to explain, take Master Ancestor back to Chikan Bay."

Speaking thus, he turned and left.

Like the Misa Prison Warden, he never considered Lv Bai important.

In his perception, Dao Long was the one who rescued Dao Zheng Wood, unrelated to Lv Bai, the decoy.

Lv Bai didn’t bother to explain, rather he was curious about the Daoist Master’s battle on that side.

In Chikan Bay, there were too many legends about the Daoist Master; even among Grandmasters, he should be among the top tier.

Yet such a fierce Martial Artist was caught in a tough battle?

With the help of [All Ink] and [Flash Time], plus the Inner Strength he now possessed, Lv Bai felt he could escape without issue.

So, why not go see how the truly top-tier Grandmasters fight?

With that thought, Lv Bai quietly followed the two Daoist Sect disciples.

Unfortunately, due to his body not being completely refined by Inner Strength, he couldn’t maneuver over rooftops like those two Daoist Sect disciples, causing him to lag behind.

...

The prison, main entrance.

The uninterrupted sound of metal clashes rang out.

Fierce air waves stirred up a skyful of dust, filling the air and obstructing visibility.

If you observe closely through the dust, you’d find that these metal clashes are actually produced by two people in a fierce battle.

Just by listening to these sounds like metal crashes, one can imagine how tough the bodies of the fighters in the field must be.

"Hahahaha! A cockroach is just a cockroach!" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Bear Chief Warden laughed heartily and carefree.

His shirt remained intact except for three buttons bursting off from his swelling muscles.

The whole person exuded a primitive and wild ferocity.

And Daoist Master, who was colliding with him, clearly struggled more.

Every punch caused his chest to wail like a bellows, breathing heavily.

Moreover, his waist had already been cut with two deep wounds by the fist wind.

Though the blood quickly evaporated, dispersing as blood mist, it didn’t mean the injuries were light.

Most troublesome, he not only had to face Bear Chief Warden, but also a strong figure dressed in Prison Area Chief attire on both sides of the prison entrance.

Among them was the Heide Prison Warden, whom Lv Bai was quite familiar with.

Though their strength might not match Bear Chief Warden’s, as Prison Area Chiefs, they were not weak among Grandmaster Level.

With these three formidable Grandmaster Martial Artists in the lineup, Daoist Master’s predicament was visibly dire.

As for Daoist Master’s help?

Behind the Heide Prison Warden lay a ground full of incapacitated Daoist disciples, all uncertainly alive or dead.

Clearly, these Innate and Acquired level Martial Artists could at best create minor annoyances before a Grandmaster Martial Artist.

Top of the monitoring room.

Lv Bai sat with legs dangling at the edge of the building, fingers tapping the railing unconsciously.

Frankly, an entire Body Forging Technique for rescuing Dao Zheng Wood, he felt he had overly fulfilled his duty.

Therefore, he came to watch more out of interest in seeing what these Martial Dao experts were all about, saving people was out of the question.