The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 800 - 443: Subjugation
All of this, Miluo had already foreseen. When the trade route opened, Chiming City had long been prepared to welcome guests. The reason was simple: Ning Xiaoxian had already sent him a messenger to inform him about Elder He taking office and announcing new policies. This clever person naturally knew how to make good use of important news. "Granny doesn’t owe you any favors!" She domineeringly declared in the messenger’s message.
She was also holding back fiercely. If it weren’t for Miluo’s mischief in kissing her, she wouldn’t have been tormented back and forth by the jealous Changtian.
When Miluo received her message, Ning Xiaoxian had already left the Ba Snake Mountain Range, heading straight north.
Jiu Mo had disappeared, but aside from Qingluan, no one cared about her whereabouts. Out of sight, out of mind; the cold nature of most demons was on full display here.
Only a few knew she was locked in the God Demon Prison. This stubborn banshee had already woken up that day, but to everyone’s surprise, she remained defiant, even when standing before Changtian.
Such heresy, Tu Jin couldn’t be bothered to speak much to her, dragged her to the fourth layer to administer a whole day of punishment, and only brought her back the next evening to kneel in front of Changtian again. Jiu Mo had been severely injured in her struggle with He Sect Leader, but when Tu Jin returned her, she bore the same wounds, neither better nor worse. However, Jiu Mo’s pupils were dilated, her face was covered in tears and mucus, her lip almost unable to close, and her sanity seemed unclear, indicating that the punishment she received was not merely physical but had likely nearly shattered her spirit.
Standing aside, Ning Xiaoxian noticed that when Tu Jin brought her in, he was almost dragging her by the hair. A Transcendance Tribulation Stage great monster couldn’t even muster the strength to stand. Ning Xiaoxian felt compassion but stayed silent. She knew that Tu Jin’s humiliating act aimed to completely crush the prisoner’s self-esteem and belief, as even if Jiu Mo survived, she would only act as a weapon for her master, unable to contradict directives, unlike in the past when she commanded with authority. So Ning Xiaoxian merely sighed quietly and stood by.
Strangely, she seemed to detect a peculiar scent coming from Jiu Mo.
Tu Jin released her and sneered, "This woman is still quite stubborn. In this God Demon Prison, there are over thirteen hundred types of punishment. Only when I used the thirty-second kind did she start to cry, at the hundred and seventy-first did she begin to break down. Tsk, it wasn’t until the two hundred and eleventh that she lost control of her bodily functions. Yet, she still only asked for death. The mistress doesn’t want her to suffer too much, so I brought her here. Otherwise, if I’d used over two hundred and fifty kinds, she’d probably be obedient."
Jiu Mo collapsed on the ground, barely able to kneel. When Tu Jin gripped her arm and forced her to her knees, her muscles visibly twitched.
Changtian sighed and said, "You still refuse to serve me?" The Blood Oath was useful for controlling a person, but it required the solemn oath-taker’s sincere willingness, after all, you can’t force love.
She bowed to the ground, not daring to look up at him, and simply said, "Lord Divine Monarch, I only ask for a quick death."
Changtian waved his hand, signaling Tu Jin to take her away. Such a stubborn banshee, unable to be used, was truly a pity.
This was Changtian’s own decision, as beyond a natural toxic physique, Jiu Mo had no other qualities of a superior. Otherwise, having held her position for centuries, she should have understood the law of the jungle well and wouldn’t dare be so disrespectful to her true boss.
But if she were a common demon, she’d just be locked up, killed, turned into fertilizer for the soil at most. However, the Poison Phoenix was an extremely rare demon species. Besides concocting various poisons, she possessed two exceedingly formidable innate toxins, one being instant-kill poison effective upon contact, near-instantaneously fatal, sparing not even immortals, and removable only by the Poison Phoenix herself. The second innate ability was even more twisted: a poison akin to poppy. If someone inadvertently ingests it twice or more, they become addicted and unable to resist. Even someone immune to all poisons couldn’t withstand this toxin.
"Wait," Ning Xiaoxian called to stop Tu Jin, walking to Jiu Mo’s side. Here in the God Demon Prison, she was incapable of harming the master of this Divine Artifact.
"Why refuse to submit?"
Jiu Mo remained silent, in her once-bright eyes a flash of resentment and malice before they returned to apathy. Ning Xiaoxian, standing quietly by her side, recalled that ancient texts stated the Poison Phoenix as a mutation of the Phoenix Clan, innately petty and unpredictable. Jiu Mo’s unwillingness to bow to Changtian must stem from this band aiding Elder He in overthrowing her position as sect leader.
