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Chapter 77 The Zeng Family's Unexpected Request

Upon hearing the voice, Shen Yan couldn't help but shake his head and say:

"Whenever a big shot comes to this prison, the cells are always bustling with activity."

Shen Yan opened the door and found that he did not recognize the person who came in.

She was a middle-aged woman, who looked to be in her thirties.

However, it still looked radiant, like a ripe apple.

Her face still bore dried tear stains, making her look pitiful.

When Shen Yan opened the door, she immediately knelt down.

"My lord, please have mercy and spare Ling Chen!"

Shen Yan thought to himself, "Is this Zeng Lingchen's mother? She is indeed quite beautiful; no wonder she was able to enter the Zeng family."

However, she asked the wrong person for help.

Shen Yan sighed softly.

"Madam, since you've come to me, you should know that begging me for this is useless. Even if I, Shen, refuse, someone else will step in."

Upon hearing Shen Yan's words, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

He began to speak on his own:

"I was originally the most beautiful courtesan at Chunfeng Pavilion. The master took a liking to me and made me his concubine. I was fortunate enough to give birth to a son, Ling Chen, who is my everything. I cannot live without him."

As she spoke, her sobs grew louder.

"Please, have pity on me."

In this regard.

Shen Yan was powerless to help; there were too many pitiful people in the world.

He couldn't save him, nor could he save him.

There are many people more pitiful than this woman.

Before he could speak, several burly men and a strong woman ran out from around the corner of the alley.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the woman turned deathly pale and immediately lost her composure.

She secretly left the manor and followed Zeng Wang all the way here, thinking she was being very discreet, little did she know she was already being watched by others.

The strong woman stood in front of Zeng Lingchen's mother and said in a calm tone:

"Madam, it's getting late, it's time to return home."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Shen Yan, her expression showing some apprehension.

They seemed somewhat afraid of Shen Yan making a move.

Shen Yan saw that the strong woman in front of him was full of vitality and had a rather impressive level of martial arts.

The beautiful woman looked at Shen Yan in despair, her face ashen.

Shen Yan closed the door and shook his head.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures; all people suffer, and only self-reliance can save us. If you have no strength of your own, even the finest clothes and sumptuous food, wealth and glory are nothing but castles in the air, which will collapse in an instant."

Strength! In the end, it all comes down to strength.

After calming down, Shen Yan began practicing his martial arts.

The internal energy has reached its current level of strength entirely thanks to Li Miaoyi.

She possesses the fourth-grade internal energy cultivation level, and the true energy within her dantian is immense. With her assistance...

Overnight, Shen Yan's internal strength advanced from the eighth rank to the sixth rank.

Its advancement speed is comparable to that of a heretical cultivator practicing demonic arts.

Of course, such things are rare and can only happen by chance; success is impossible without a specific opportunity.

He didn't want Shen Yan to try again.

Opportunities always come with risks; the greater the opportunity, the higher the risk.

Shen Yan's internal energy surged, creating a faint white mist in the cold air.

When the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Technique was activated to its fullest extent, the power of his Qi and blood continuously washed over and nourished his physical body.

The foundation of the original Golden Body Technique also began to slowly transform.

After an unknown amount of time, the pale gold color on his skin began to slowly turn into a coppery red.

The sun rises, casting golden rays upon the sky.

Shen Yan opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Hoo! The Golden Body has undergone three transformations, reaching the Copper Skin Realm."

Unexpectedly, his training the night before last had led to such a significant improvement in his external martial arts skills.

Having easily cultivated to the third level of the Golden Body, it is now time to prepare the medicinal materials for breaking through to the fourth level.

However, many of the ingredients in this prescription can only be obtained from Buddhist temples.

The golden relics and the eight-treasure bodhi seeds are two main ingredients that only ancient temples can possess.

Golden relics are the condensation of the life essence of enlightened monks. Shen Yan can't even see many bald heads, let alone enlightened monks.

It takes a hundred years of listening to Buddhist chants for a Bodhi seed to transform into an Eight Treasures Bodhi seed.

Both are extremely rare, and Shen Yan had inquired about them quite a bit on a regular basis.

But there has been no progress.

However, the Great Zhou Dynasty favored Taoism and suppressed Buddhism. Not to mention a thousand-year-old temple, even a temple that had been around for ten years was hard to find.

"I didn't think there was such a rush, but I didn't expect to reach the seventh rank so quickly. The breakthrough is actually imminent."

His consciousness sank into his mind, and the small bronze figure associated with the golden Dao Fruit had completely stopped practicing.

However, something seems to be constantly accumulating and developing inside it.

It was sitting cross-legged with its head bowed and eyes downcast, as if lost in deep meditation.

Shen Yan arrived at the Heavenly Prison.

I first went to check on Zeng Lingchen and saw him lying on the wooden bed with a lifeless look in his eyes.

He stared blankly at the cell ceiling, his mind wandering elsewhere.

He has been in prison for a day, but no one has come to visit him.

His heart sank to the bottom. Although Zeng Lingchen was arrogant, he was not stupid.

He had a bad feeling; it seemed that he had been abandoned.

They just don't want to admit this cruel reality.

Hearing Shen Yan's footsteps, he immediately sat up.

"Lord Shen, I am innocent! That vile woman jumped into the well on her own. I was framed."

"Young Master Zeng, I am but a prison gatekeeper. It's no use for you to plead your innocence against me."

"Then... you should report this matter to Ding Anzhi. He is the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and he can uphold justice for me."

"If you have the opportunity to wait until the joint trial, you can tell him your grievances."

Shen Yan shook his head, thinking to himself, "It's a pity, you may not have the chance."

Zeng Lingchen slumped back onto the wooden bed, his face filled with despair.

He had already grasped some of the implication in Shen Yan's words.

He felt abandoned, but as a scholar who had passed the imperial examinations, he was naturally well-versed in the laws and regulations.

Zeng Lingchen knew that his future was ruined and he could forget about becoming an official in this lifetime.

His mother was of lowly status, and he suffered humiliation in the Zeng family from a young age.

It has not been easy to get to where we are today.

Some time ago, he had already caught Zeng Shihong's eye.

He was praised for his intelligence, and it would be a great help to the Zeng family if he passed the imperial examination in the autumn.

They all started to imagine what it would be like to wear official uniforms all the way through high school.

Heaven and hell are but a day apart.

Shen Yan had seen Zeng Lingchen like this many times before.

When the officials in cell A first entered, they all thought they would be released soon.

Classmates and friends will do everything they can to help you out.

In reality, most officials have to wait a long time before they have a chance to go out.

Officials who are unable to accept reality yet are like Zeng Lingchen at this moment.

However, unlike other officials, he may never be able to leave again.

Shen Yan returned to the cell and summoned Chen Xiaoshuan.

"Go to Zuixianlou, reserve a table, and bring back a few jugs of century-old peach blossom wine."

"Sir, who is this assignment for?"

"Zeng Lingchen!"

Chen Xiaoshuan looked shocked, seemingly not expecting it to be given to the son of the Prime Minister.

He understood Shen Yan's words, of course. Zuixianlou was the highest-level execution meal in the Heavenly Prison.

After eating, it's time to set off. Doesn't that mean Zeng Lingchen will be setting off soon?

Seeing him standing there dumbfounded, Shen Yan spoke up:

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and keep your mouth shut, or you know what will happen."

After receiving the order, Chen Xiaoshuan hurriedly left.

Shen Yan chose Chen Xiaoshuan because, among all the scoundrels in the prison, he was the best.

He doesn't gamble, is quick-witted, knows how to handle things, and keeps a tight mouth.

"Hey! The others..."