Chapter Eighty-Seven: Back to the Sky Prison

After entering the residence, Yuan Wujin made straight for the beauty he longed to see. Perhaps only a dozen days had passed in Heaven, yet more than ten years had gone by among mortals. It would have been impossible to say that Yuan Wujin did not miss Xiao Yu, but before the greater matter before him, he held back the feelings in his heart.

Xiao Yu sat quietly upon a meditation cushion, a fine stream of spiritual essence continually flowing into her body. The residence of the Divine Ape Marshal was a fine immortal manor even in Heaven, and spiritual energy here was abundant.

Lost in stillness, Xiao Yu was startled awake the instant she felt herself gathered into an embrace. The moment she opened her eyes, delight flooded her heart.

“You’re back.”

“I missed you, so I came back.”

“How long will you stay this time?”

“I don’t know.”

Holding Xiao Yu close, Yuan Wujin breathed in the faint fragrance of her hair, while his hands had already begun to wander with ill intent.

“Ah! Let go of me.”

Xiao Yu pushed him away. She did not use much strength, but Yuan Wujin went along with it and fell aside obediently.

“You’ve only just come back, and already you’re misbehaving.”

Xiao Yu had cultivated the profound art of the Heavenly Fox to an extremely high level. She was born with a body of allure, and when she did not deliberately restrain herself, ordinary beings of the opposite sex could not help but feel affection for her, let alone Yuan Wujin, who was so close to her.

At this moment, Xiao Yu did not suppress her enchanting aura; if anything, she deliberately let even more of it flow toward Yuan Wujin.

“Heh heh. If you keep teasing me, Xiao Yu, don’t blame me if you end up unable to walk.”

Yuan Wujin knew she was trying to toy with him, but he would not let himself be led by the nose. A sly smile appeared on his face.

As expected, the moment he finished speaking, Xiao Yu hurriedly reined in her seductive aura, her delicate face showing a trace of panic. Even now, she still remembered Yuan Wujin’s earlier wildness with perfect clarity; the memory remained vivid as though it had happened only yesterday.

“Too late.”

Pretending he could not resist, Yuan Wujin threw himself onto the cushion with Xiao Yu, even pecking twice at the proud fullness before her.

“Ah...”

Yuan Wujin’s sudden assault made Xiao Yu cry out, her face red with embarrassment.

“You little monkey, you did that on purpose.” Xiao Yu seized the monkey head buried against her bosom and dragged it up before her, scolding him.

To Yuan Wujin, the sight of her angry expression only made her seem all the more adorable. With her lips so near, he found another chance.

This time Xiao Yu could not even struggle free. Her mouth was almost completely occupied by Yuan Wujin, leaving her unable to speak.

His hands, naturally, did not remain idle either, groping without pause.

“Go to hell.”

Xiao Yu somehow found the strength to shove him out of her arms and glared at him in indignation.

“Heh heh.”

Yuan Wujin gave a sheepish laugh. He had accidentally brushed against a sensitive place of Xiao Yu’s just now; no wonder she was angry, and she had even pinched him there.

He tried to move closer and soothe her, but Xiao Yu was not having it. She slapped away the monkey paws resting on her shoulders and shot him a glare.

Yuan Wujin brought out his full talent for persistence, and under the relentless barrage of his sweet-talking, Xiao Yu finally could not endure it any longer.

“All right, all right, I know.”

She acted as though she could no longer bear to listen, though in truth her heart was already blooming with joy.

Everything Yuan Wujin said was among the most classic lines for courting girls from his previous life; how could Xiao Yu possibly withstand them?

“Get out of here!”

Xiao Yu pushed Yuan Wujin out.

If he kept talking, she feared she would no longer be able to hold herself back. Yuan Wujin also knew better than to go too far; he needed to give Xiao Yu time to digest it all. Though he had borrowed from the wisdom of his past life, his words were also sincere.

Though he had been driven to the door, he could not linger there forever. Heaven was so vast that there was still plenty to see.

“With my rank, going to the Profound Domain Prison should not be a problem,” Yuan Wujin muttered, looking down at the jade token in his hand.

Within his body dwelled the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Heart and the Ten-Thousand-Demon Demonic Heart. To Yuan Wujin, the prison was like a hidden trove of treasures.

The demons and monsters held in the Profound Domain Prison might not all possess especially formidable cultivation, but there should still be some rare beings among them. Even remnants of ancient bloodlines would be a worthwhile harvest.

“State your name.”

For the first time, Yuan Wujin could actually sense the cultivation of the heavenly soldiers guarding the prison. Likewise, there were some he could not see through at all.

Yuan Wujin held up the jade token in his hand. His rank was not among the highest, but neither was it at the bottom.

“The Divine Ape Marshal?”

“Yes.”

“Which prison do you wish to enter? Your rank permits only the Profound Domain.”

“Then the Profound Domain.”

Having received Yuan Wujin’s confirmation, the heavenly soldier used a special technique to open a teleportation gate. Yuan Wujin had entered prisons before and knew exactly what to do.

Once Yuan Wujin stepped onto the gate, the heavenly soldier closed it with the same peculiar method, and with it vanished Yuan Wujin himself.

“Big brother, is he really the Divine Ape Marshal?”

After the transfer was complete, the heavenly soldier turned back to ask the men behind him. These were the ones Yuan Wujin could not see through, and among the heavenly soldiers guarding the prison, they held a high position.

“Big brother, I heard he’s the young master of the Eight Divisions of Heaven?”

“You really can’t compare with the divine clans. They’re born one level above the rest of us.”

It was not just one soldier; others were discussing him as well. As for the “divine clan” they spoke of, it could not be anything ordinary, or else why would heavenly soldiers of such cultivation reveal such envious expressions? Even the soldiers behind them showed a trace of longing in their eyes.

“Ask not what you should not ask.”

Even though those behind him were stirred, the one in front quickly cut off the discussion. Some matters were not for just anyone to speak of, or trouble would surely follow.

At the sound of the senior soldier’s voice, the rest immediately fell silent, not daring to say another word. It was clear that even among heavenly soldiers, there were ranks and distinctions.

Meanwhile, Yuan Wujin, having entered the Profound Domain Prison, knew nothing of the discussion outside. He was only searching for his target.

Most of those imprisoned in the Profound Domain were at the Great Unity Immortal level. Demon kings made up the majority, though there were also humans among them.

“Roar, so the Heavenly Court now takes in demons as well, huh? Heh!”

As Yuan Wujin searched, a voice interrupted his thoughts. Following it, he saw a humanoid being appear before him.

It was no wonder he had mistaken him. Yuan Wujin himself was half demon, half divine now, and after spending so long among demon dens in the lower realms, he naturally carried considerable demonic aura. Being mistaken for a demon was perfectly normal.

“And what right do you have to speak when you’re the one locked up here?” Yuan Wujin said disdainfully.

“If not for the sealing of my cultivation, how would a mere monkey demon like you dare act so insolently before me?” the humanoid being answered just as coldly.

Yuan Wujin had not bothered to inspect his cultivation before, but now it seemed the man might actually be telling the truth. Still, it did not stir Yuan Wujin’s interest. He turned to leave.