Star Trace Gate

If you have any doubts, ask, don’t make things difficult for yourself!

Ren also caught the "wake-up stick" thrown by the storyteller, and while stroking it and sensing it, he asked softly, "You are imprisoned in this death cell, your soul is bound, your divine power and body are also sealed, and you can't even perform basic voice transmission. How can you hide this life-saving magic treasure outside?"

"I hid this before I came in." The storyteller felt an itch on his cheek, so he picked at the boil with his hand and said disgustedly, "Before I was captured, I used a divine power to completely erase the aura of this wake-up stick, then hid it on my body and brought it into this cell."

Ren also carefully sensed the wake-up wood, but found that there was no breath coming out of this magic weapon, and the round handle on the top of the wake-up wood was worn out, and even the "human picture" engraved on it became very blurred. In short, it "looked" dirty and emitted a faint smell, just like ordinary wood.

However, this wake-up stick feels heavy and cool when held in the hand, which can make people feel calm.

To be honest, if there was no clear declaration from heaven, just based on the appearance of this wake-up stick, Ren would never believe that this thing was the storyteller's natal magic weapon, because it was really too ordinary.

However, if you think about it carefully, it makes sense. Because the storyteller's magic is now banned, he is no different from an ordinary person, so it is reasonable that his life-saving magic weapon looks "plain and simple".

The Little Bad King raised his head and asked softly, "Your magic has been banned. What use will it be if you only keep your life-saving magic weapon outside?"

"It's just for peace of mind. Leaving this thing outside means I can always feel that there is a chance of escape." The storyteller replied in a nonchalant manner.

"Don't be so vague with me, speak properly." Facing such an existence of unknown cultivation level and unknown realm, Ren Ye actually scolded Tian Gang: "Don't make me guess, tell the truth yourself."

"Why are you yelling so loudly?" The storyteller rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "You may not look young, but you're surprisingly thoughtful, especially with your dirty thoughts. Well, I won't hide it from you. I've heard that the death sacrifice rituals in this False Village are quite special. Before execution, the jailers in the Sky Prison partially remove the seals on the prisoners and untie their shackles to ensure a faint wisp of spirit can flow out before death. I don't know why they execute prisoners under such circumstances... but this is an opportunity for me."

"So, you hid your life magic weapon in order to wait for the day of the death memorial, when the seal would be lifted a little, and then wake up the magic weapon, the awakening wood, and then fight to the death?" Ren Ye always felt that there was a little strange smell on the awakening wood.

"That's right. Instead of waiting to die, it's better to give it a try." The storyteller admitted frankly.

This makes sense!

No one would want to die in vain in a desperate situation, let alone someone as powerful as the Storyteller. Ultimately, sacrificing one's life was in line with human nature, and this was similar to what Ren Ye had previously suspected.

For now, Ren also felt that he had obtained the storyteller's "absolute sincerity" and had also tested out his true identity, that is, a remnant soul boss who was captured for unknown reasons, and the Little Bad King could probably guess the identity of this boss's camp.

He felt a little secretly delighted, because his current abilities were relatively weak in this secret realm of the Illusion Village, so if he could truly rescue Number 79, he would have a pretty good trump card. He might even receive a special reward if he got along well with him...

Phew, after all this time, I, a blind man, finally see some light.

"Until I can fully trust you, I might place your life-defining magic weapon with one of the four great families. That way, even if you escape, you won't be able to retrieve it quietly without me... because once it's activated, the four great families will inevitably discover it." Ren Ye warned coldly, "So, don't have any improper thoughts about me, otherwise... you will die a miserable death."

The storyteller was speechless. "Extraordinary expectations?! Sorry, I really don't have any interest in a blind man...!"

"That's good."

Ren nodded slightly, then suddenly frowned and said, "Why do I smell... your wake-up stick has a stinky smell?!"

"hehe!"

The storyteller perked up after hearing him ask such a question. "Think about it carefully. Although I wiped out all traces of this wake-up wood before being captured, after being captured, I was forced into this death cell and was inevitably subject to a body search. So... if it were you, where would you choose to hide it?"

When the Little Bad King heard this, he was stunned.

"Forget it, I won't ask you anymore. I'll just tell you the method I chose." The storyteller revealed a cruel expression and spoke word by word, "I swallowed it."

Ren Ye was shocked and stood there, frowning and swallowing, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Then, I waited for three whole days, three days! During this period, I exerted my strength for it countless times, and went through countless difficulties, as well as the pain of childbirth... It was only after three days that I saw it again." The storyteller's eyes were slightly red, and he showed a smile as beautiful as a blooming chrysanthemum.

The little bad king, who was still in the sniffing posture, became stiff and his hand slipped, causing the wake-up stick to fall to the ground.

"Pick it up!!! That's my life-saving magic weapon!" the storyteller ordered angrily.

"Mad... he's a ruthless person!"

Ren also collapsed, and then he picked up the wake-up stick from the ground with the tips of two fingers, stuffed it into his waist, turned around and left.

His action confused the storyteller, who urgently demanded, "You're leaving now?! I've shown my utmost sincerity, but you... you haven't discussed with me how to escape from prison yet?!"

In the dim prison corridor, Ren Ye turned his head slightly and said solemnly, "Remember this! I am the absolute leader of this incident, so you don't need to know the details of the rescue. Tomorrow evening, you only need to pay close attention to your meals and then follow my orders."

"...Are you sure you don't need to discuss the details?" The storyteller suddenly felt that he was a little unreliable: "This is a matter of life and death for you and me!"

"Oh, right. I'm a pragmatic person, and I have the responsibility to remind you that your absolute sincerity not only includes this wake-up stick... but also the eight million star sources you mentioned earlier, and a fifth-grade peerless treasure. Don't bargain with me, because it will only make you pay more." Ren did not answer the other party's question, but only showed a shameless and vulgar smile and politely informed the other party.

"...!"

The storyteller was filled with hatred, and after holding it in for a long time, he added, "I hope to have another meal of pork elbows..."

"Okay, tomorrow I'll use this wake-up soup from you to stew an elbow for you." Ren Ye said this and left quickly.

……

Since the prison commander was not here today and the working environment in the prison area was relatively free, the Little Bad King took the opportunity to conduct several reconnaissance missions in the afternoon to be on the safe side. He did not give up until all aspects of the plan were perfected.

Soon, the day's work was over, and the bad boy reported for duty on time.

After leaving the prison, he returned to the Zhao family and was once again dissected by Zhao Mi to observe the three thousand secret treasures within his dantian. However, this time, Ren did not ask him any questions. After an hour of silence, he hurried to see Zhao Haochen of the Zhao family.

Zhao Haochen had previously invited Ren Ye to drink and chat, but Ren Ye's mind wasn't on that. It was just that he needed to prepare for the rescue of No. 79 the next day, so he accepted Young Master Zhao's invitation and went to chat in his east room.

During their casual conversation, Ren Ye discovered that Young Master Zhao had a truly easygoing personality. He had none of the rough and tumble nature of the locals of Xuwang Village, nor did he have the airs of a legitimate son of a prominent family. Furthermore, he was quite knowledgeable and offered many insights into cultivation methods that suited Ren Ye.

The two chatted until the beginning of the evening, when Ren Ye excitedly said goodbye to Master Zhao and hurried back home.

As night fell, when passing by the Yin family compound, he also deliberately emitted some perception.

The Yin Family Alchemy Courtyard, once bustling with activity and the roar of its furnaces, now seemed remarkably silent. The vibrant lights had vanished, leaving only the desolate, cold air of fallen leaves strewn across the ground.

"Alas, such a big clan can just say no. The rules of this Xuhuang Village... are really cruel." He couldn't help but sigh from the perspective of an observer.

However, as soon as he finished murmuring these words, he immediately felt a sense of helplessness as an outsider who was inexplicably implicated.

"Fuck! I was so sympathetic to them... The Yin family is bankrupt and gone, so... won't my aunt be out of work?!"

Ren Ye woke up instantly, then took a big step and rushed towards home nervously.

……

Inside the small, poor home, the aunt and niece sat facing each other, each with their chin in their hands, both with confused eyes.

"I never imagined that stealing the elixir...was my aunt's last crime at the Yin family pharmacy." Ren Ye sighed and asked with concern, "Did the Yin family pay you a salary?"

"Not only did I receive the salary I was entitled to, but I even received more." Auntie sighed with a look of resentment, "But this is the end of my career as a highly regarded fire controller."

Ren Ye saw that his aunt was a little worried, so he immediately comforted her: "Hey, isn't it just that the job is gone? What's the big deal? My salary will increase soon, and it will be enough to support the family."

"In this illusory village, one can't be idle." Auntie was still very frugal with her words: "You still have to have something to do."

"Even if you want to find another job, it won't be difficult. I get along well with Xiaopang, and my aunt's fire control skills are quite good." Ren Ye continued to comfort him, "At most, I'll tell Xiaopang and you can go directly to the Li family to do the work. But there's no rush. You should rest for a while and recuperate."

"Alas, this is how it is here. People come and go, generation after generation, everything changes, and the only things that remain forever are the three words 'Xuanwang Village.'" Auntie sighed inexplicably, then stood up gracefully, pulled out two bottles of elixirs from her sleeve, and said, "This is what you want. Although I've lost my job, there are also benefits. The Yin family has suffered a devastating disaster, and today is very chaotic. They have decided to force their way to war and prepare to set off tomorrow... This way, no one will investigate or investigate the quantity of these two elixirs in the future."

"Even if we investigate, the Yin family is gone, so there will be no evidence." Ren Ye added with a smile.

"That's right." The aunt nodded slightly, and then asked seriously, "Do you really not need my help with what you want to do?"

"No need, I've already thought about it." Ren nodded firmly.

The aunt pondered for a moment before speaking simply, "You and I, aunt and niece, share the same fate. I don't care what you want to do, but if you cause trouble... we'll bear the consequences together."

Ren Ye was very moved when he heard this: "I know."

"The meal is in the kitchen. I'm going back to sleep." The aunt whispered, "Someone might come looking for me in the next two days. Just block them outside the door and tell them I'm not here..."

"Who is looking for you?" Ren asked curiously.

"...You'll know when you come." The young aunt said this calmly, and then went back to her room to rest.

Hey, are you still keeping me in suspense?

Ren didn't ask any more questions. He simply washed up and immediately rushed to the kitchen to take out some simple tea and rice and start cooking.