Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil
Chapter 215 - 0215: Cultivation in Prison

Chapter 215: Chapter 0215: Cultivation in Prison

"What!"

Ye Qingfeng’s words.

Made all the prisoners in the cell.

Exclaim in shock at once.

They had seen arrogant people before, but never someone as arrogant as this newcomer.

Meng was the small leader in the room.

Even the old prisoners treated him with respect.

Usually, in the cell, he enjoyed the treatment of having his shoulders kneaded and legs massaged.

But who would have known.

This newcomer directly commanded Meng Xiang to get away.

It was an enormous insult.

As if to slap Meng Xiang in the face in front of everyone.

"You bastard, you’re really seeking death!"

Meng Xiang’s face turned extremely unpleasant at that moment.

He immediately rolled up his sleeves.

His muscular, tattooed arm.

Was revealed.

"Meng is mighty, break this kid’s arm into a pretzel."

Some prisoners couldn’t help but egg on.

Ready to enjoy a good show.

"Do you want me to knead your shoulders or massage your legs?"

Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes.

Looked towards Meng Xiang.

"Kid, now you realize your mistake? Useless, even if you kneel now, I’ll still break your arms and legs."

Meng sneered coldly.

His right arm fiercely swung towards Ye Qingfeng’s head.

"Meng is going to bash this kid’s head in!"

Someone sneered.

"Then let me knead your shoulders for you first!"

Ye Qingfeng, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the empty bed, moved rapidly.

Like a dragon emerging from the sea.

His palm like a sharp sword.

In a swoosh.

Before Meng Xiang could react.

He transformed his claw into a palm.

Directly gripping Meng Xiang’s shoulder.

And Meng Xiang’s fist.

Didn’t even touch Ye Qingfeng’s clothes.

"How can it be so fast!"

Feeling the palm on his shoulder.

Meng Xiang was instantly shocked.

Just as he wanted to struggle.

A huge pain came from his shoulder.

Like an iron claw clamped onto his bone.

"Ah!"

Meng Xiang cried out in pain.

The force was as if it would crush his bones.

"Let me massage your legs too!"

Ye Qingfeng’s cold voice, like a cold wind, entered Meng Xiang’s ears.

"No!"

Now, how could Meng Xiang not realize.

He had hit a brick wall.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Just as Meng Xiang finished speaking.

Ye Qingfeng kicked Meng Xiang’s shinbone.

That seemingly invincible, muscular shin.

Directly broke, becoming a ninety-degree broken leg.

"Ah, ah, ah!!!"

Meng Xiang screamed heart-wrenchingly.

"Brother, I have dog eyes, failing to see Tai Shan, spare me, please spare me."

The excruciating pain.

Made Meng Xiang no longer care about his dignity, begging bitterly.

"Scram!"

Ye Qingfeng flung his hand.

With a bang.

Smashed Meng Xiang against the wall.

The whole room echoed with a tremor.

"Anyone else wants me to knead their shoulders and legs, just say it!"

Ye Qingfeng didn’t even glance at Meng Xiang.

Like a crushed bug, not worth attention.

His calm voice spread throughout the room.

This voice made the whole room fall silent.

Astonishing, truly astonishing.

Ye Qingfeng looked frail.

But in less than a second.

He broke Meng Xiang’s arms and legs.

Constantly begging for mercy.

In the end, smashed against the wall, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Kneading shoulders? Massaging legs?

Turns out it wasn’t begging for mercy.

But like a death sentence for Meng Xiang.

Meng Xiang sat slumped in the corner.

Clutching his shinbone bent at ninety degrees.

Fear in his eyes.

In an instant, he was like a human killing machine.

No chance to resist.

"Bang, bang, bang!!"

The pained Meng Xiang knocked fiercely on the iron bars.

If not treated soon, his leg would probably be ruined.

"Meng! What happened?"

The officer who arrived following the noise.

Looked at Meng Xiang’s miserable state.

With a hint of malicious amusement on his face.

Apparently, the two were somewhat familiar.

"I..."

Meng Xiang was about to speak, but felt humiliated.

"Were you bullying the newcomer? I forgot to remind you, that kid is a quasi-martial artist, reportedly killed a disciple of the Three Great Families in Jiangnan City, that’s why he’s in here, best not to provoke him."

The officer reminded him.

"What! Killed a disciple of the Three Great Families, why didn’t you say earlier!"

Meng Xiang was filled with terror.

A quasi-martial artist, dare to kill a disciple of the Three Great Families.

Who the hell could provoke that!

Meng Xiang’s mouth was full of bitterness.

Today was utterly unlucky.

Running into such a hard brick wall.

This kind of fierce person, without a reminder.

At this moment, Meng Xiang really felt cursed.

"Brother, quickly, quickly take me to the infirmary, my leg is broken..."

Meng Xiang pleaded.

Just wanting to leave here quickly.

"Alright, I’ll report it for you, this must be tough on you!"

The officer made a phone call.

Then led Meng Xiang to the detention center’s infirmary.

"What, you also want me to knead your shoulders and legs?"

Ye Qingfeng sat cross-legged on the empty bed.

Looking at the prisoner beside him who was scared stiff.

It was the same sneaky-eyed one who was serving Meng Xiang, massaging his legs and shoulders earlier.

"No, no, no! I’ll knead your shoulders and legs for you!"

The sneaky-eyed one replied in terror.

Afraid Ye Qingfeng would misunderstand.

He immediately bent his legs.

Kneeled down.

Wanting to massage Ye Qingfeng’s legs and shoulders.

Joking aside, if even Meng Xiang can’t offend him.

As a small fry, he’d easily be crushed.

"Get lost!"

Ye Qingfeng gave the sneaky-eyed one a casual glance.

The chilling killing intent.

Made the sneaky-eyed one immediately weak at the knees.

Hastily crawling away from Ye Qingfeng.

Not just the sneaky-eyed one.

At this moment, everyone in the cell.

Looked fearfully at Ye Qingfeng.

No one dared to disturb him.

No one wanted to be the fool to mess with this man, asking for trouble.

The whole night, no one disturbed Ye Qingfeng again.

Since nothing happened.

Ye Qingfeng began cultivating the Divine Grinding.

On Earth, spiritual power practitioners absolutely had power comparable to martial artists.

Even with more advantages.

In moments of expert combat, every move and position could determine victory or defeat.

When spiritual power is incredibly solidified.

It becomes Divine Thought.

Divine Thought, can communicate with heavenly divine skills.

Wind, thunder, water, fire, electricity, all can be used.

Every move, in the guidance of Divine Thought, has the power to break mountains and split the earth, overturn rivers and seas.

Of course, with Ye Qingfeng’s current level of spiritual power, Divine Thought is still far away.

However, his spiritual power is far stronger than martial artists at the same realm.

Moreover, the stronger the spiritual power, the more one can comprehend the Heaven and Earth Dao Essence.

Now, Ye Qingfeng’s Sword Dao Realm has reached the Unity Realm.

Beyond that, it’s the Dao Essence Realm.

One sword, within it lies the Dao Essence.

At this time, the spiritual power unleashed in swordsmanship, will no longer be drawn from oneself.

But rather borrowed from the Heaven and Earth Power.

The spiritual power in heaven and earth is endless.

Just imagine, how terrifying a single sword at the Dao Essence Realm is.