CHAPTER 347: CHAPTER 347

"Are you really here to serve your sentence?!"

The prison guard, feeling both angry and helpless, had no choice but to hand over other prisoners to another guard and sheepishly escort Chen Muxue towards the women’s section.

To his surprise, there were so many noblewomen from the palace imprisoned; passing by many occupied cells, the number far exceeded Chen Muxue’s expectations.

"Wretched maid!"

Chen Muxue was startled and quickly dodged aside. The guard hadn’t reacted in time and had his hair grabbed by the hand of a withered and skinny woman reaching out.

"Ah, ouch, ouch, ouch... let go!" The guard tilted his head, gritting his teeth in pain and worrying about his hair, trying to release the anger he’d been holding inside. He struck the bony, aged hand of the woman hard with a short stick.

"How dare you resist! Drag him away for me and behead him!" the woman’s voice was sharp and grating.

"Let go! Crazy woman! Let go!" The guard couldn’t endure it any longer and used his Spiritual Power. Who would have guessed that the woman had cultivation too, and the two were momentarily at a stalemate.

The guard, with great effort, struck the skinny hand repeatedly with the short stick until Chen Muxue heard a bone crack. Only then did the hand reluctantly release, leaving behind a tuft of hair.

The guard, clutching his head in anger, was at a loss for how to deal with the woman immediately.

"No matter how glorious once, entering this Heavenly Prison leads mostly to madness!" the guard muttered bitterly, seemingly to no one in particular.

Chen Muxue cautiously glanced at the woman, her ears immediately assaulted by another shout of "Wretched maid." The woman was stretching her withered hand towards Chen Muxue like a zombie trying to reach over a wall, making it more fitting to call them claws now.

"What crime did she commit?" Chen Muxue asked with some curiosity.

"Don’t interfere in things you shouldn’t ask about," the guard said, leading Chen Muxue onward.

"Can’t finish the cake, so I’ll pack it to go..." muttered Chen Muxue subconsciously.

"What?" The guard turned back, puzzled.

Unsure whether the pulled-out tuft of hair had changed his attitude, Chen Muxue clearly felt that the guard’s demeanor now was entirely different from before, clearly in a foul mood.

Chen Muxue couldn’t help but glance at the small bare patch on his scalp, showing deep understanding of the guard’s current frustration. She shook her head and waved her hand to indicate that nothing had happened.

"Remember, entering the Heavenly Prison requires the awareness of a prisoner! I don’t care what you did or who you were before; here, you’re just a prisoner!" The guard might have been a bit resigned, only now truly resembling a prison guard.

Chen Muxue watched curiously as he added a large lock, seemingly embedded with something, to the cell door.

The guard noticed her curious gaze and gave a cold laugh: "Once inside this cell, don’t think being a Cultivator makes you superior! Let me tell you, this lock can seal your cultivation. As long as you can’t get out, you’re just an ordinary person!"

Chen Muxue realized, "So you do have some measures, huh? Otherwise, being a guard would be too frustrating."

The guard’s expression darkened, now free from earlier restraint: "Behave yourself!"

The Fifth Prince had gotten her in here, and the Emperor hadn’t inquired, likely meaning she’ll never get out. And she thought she was so powerful? Once her cultivation is sealed off, she will age like an ordinary person, and no Spiritual Power will enter the cell either!