Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 770 Shrine of Life Cultivation

As Chen Ping had initially seen, the young soul masters imprisoned in the water dungeons on both sides, although half of their bodies were submerged in water, at least the height of the water dungeons was acceptable, allowing them to stand and rest for a while.

Meanwhile, the deputy sect leader of Tianlongmen and other older teachers and sect elders, whose cultivation levels were no lower than level seventy, were imprisoned in a water dungeon in the corner. The maximum height of the room was no more than 1.5 meters!

With water a meter deep and room height of 1.5 meters, there is simply no space for people to rest in such an environment; one cannot stand or sit.

By this time, these people had been tormented like this for more than half a month.

Even with their formidable physical abilities, the Soul Masters' lumbar spines were already sore and almost numb, and their overall energy and spirit had completely withered.

Not only that, their legs had been submerged in water for more than ten days, and by then they were swollen, their skin was pale and itchy, and the water was not clean, so it was probably not far from being infested with maggots.

The design of this water prison is simply too much of a pain. Not only is it only 1.5 meters high, making it impossible for people to stand or sit, but each Soul Master also has a short iron chain tied to their feet, so even if someone wanted to float on the water, they couldn't.

It can be said that these uniquely designed small water dungeons at the corners were specifically designed to torture high-level Soul Masters who might try to escape. Such methods of torture are nothing short of inhumane.

Even so, not one of the deputy sect leader of the Tianlong Sect, nor the other sect elders and academy teachers who were being tortured in the small cell, said anything about asking Chen Ping to change their cells, or at least let them straighten their backs.

They simply said that they would definitely not be a burden to others during the breakout three days later, and that they would definitely be able to move around.

"senior!"

Chen Ping quickened his pace and walked to the door of the small cell. His first instinct was to find the key to unlock it, so that he could at least move these people to a different cell.

"No, don't open the door. We old folks can still handle it."

Just then, another old man spoke up. It was the elder of the Aojian Sect, who had won the tournament against the Tianlong Sect, which had deliberately lost, and who had made it into the top four.

"Kid, you're Chen Ping from Shrek Academy, right? You're very brave to come with your friends to rescue us, so we certainly can't hold you back."

"This morning, two Title Douluo-level evil soul masters arrived at the water prison. Although the woman you're impersonating is also powerful, she has no say in front of those two elders."

"Moving us to other cells today will only increase the suspicion of those two Title Douluos. No matter what reason you give, it won't work. Don't forget, you just killed the evil soul master guarding this place. It's not advisable for you to do anything out of line again."

"Shrek Chen Ping, we, the Proud Sword Sect, will remember this name. If you manage to return alive this time, I'll have someone build a shrine for you, hehe."

Just then, the deputy sect leader of Tianlong Sect also said, "Then I will also add a shrine for you. Old Li is right. The most important thing now is for you to proceed according to the original plan. There is no need to change the location for us."

"Instead of doing that, you should think about how to avoid using Soul-Destroying Powder for the next three days without arousing the suspicion of those evil soul masters. In that case, three days will be enough for us to gather enough soul power to break out of the water prison."

Although Chen Ping and the others appeared extremely abruptly, these powerful figures from sects and academies were all experienced and shrewd. They quickly guessed the general situation and persuaded Chen Ping in a very organized manner, helping him to sort out the next course of action.

“Since that’s the case, I would like to ask you seniors to be patient and endure this low prison for a few more days. However, I would also like to ask you to help treat your injuries.” As Chen Ping spoke, he put his arm through the prison bars and placed it on the vice sect leader of the Heavenly Dragon Sect.

A surge of emerald-green life force entered the other party's body, instantly invigorating the deputy sect leader. His spine, which had been aching to the point of numbness, regained sensation, and his gradually decaying legs showed signs of improvement.

After Chen Ping had gone through all that trouble, healing the injuries of hundreds of soul masters in the water prison, it was already late afternoon.

This was the first time Chen Ping had ever felt so exhausted from infusing someone with a little life force. After treating everyone, Chen Ping was so tired that he could barely stand up straight. He lay down with difficulty in the passageway of the water prison, panting heavily.

As for Ning Tian and the other two, they distributed the food and water they had prepared earlier to the prisoners to ensure that they could recover their full strength as quickly as possible.

The four of them were so busy inside and out that all the Soul Masters remembered them.

If Shrek Academy was originally seen as a powerful and inviolable force by these Soul Masters, seeing the Shrek Academy team members appear to rescue them has now given them a sense of pity.

As the team leader, Chen Ping had become the target of this series of emotions. In just one afternoon, he received countless expressions of pure and unwavering gratitude from people of faith.

Hospitals have heard more devout prayers than churches, and airports have witnessed more heartfelt kisses than wedding halls.

For most people, the sudden appearance of such a ray of hope when they had given up hope of living made Chen Ping's image a true savior!

For this reason, the power of faith that Chen Ping gained at this time was more and purer than the power of faith he had gained when he was building his dormitory at the academy and when he eliminated the evil soul master in the competition.

"Cicada—"

Just then, the dungeon door opened again, and Chen Ping, who had somehow transformed back into Wu Yun, was still lying on the ground, listlessly playing with the bone whip in his hand.

As for Ning Tian and the others, they had already changed into the black robes unique to members of the Holy Spirit Cult, which concealed their heads and tails, and were sprinkling Soul-Destroying Powder into the water prison spoonful by spoonful from the bag.

“Strange, Wu Yun, I remember there were quite a few people here in your water prison before, how come there are only a few left?”

At this moment, the Third Elder, Ming Lei Douluo, entered with Huang Zheng and Mo Ke, and set his sights on Wu Yun, who had been having a great time that morning and hadn't said a word.

Although Wu Yun had often acted this way before, and the other party's behavior matched the information they had received from the military yesterday, Ming Lei Douluo's intuition still made him subconsciously come over to take a look.

As soon as he entered the water dungeon, he smelled a very faint but fresh scent of blood. This scent must have appeared after they left the water dungeon at noon.

"Where did everyone else go, Wu Yun?"

(End of this chapter)