Volume One: The Celestial Cloud Palace Chapter 104: The Alchemical Prison

Chapter 104: The Alchemist’s Prison

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Deep within an underground chamber, droplets of water clung to the walls, falling intermittently into the passage below, each splash sending ripples across the stillness. After a long silence, the heavily sealed chamber echoed with a low rumble as it was thrown open. Instantly, eerie cyan flames flickered along the walls of the passage, resembling ghostly fire.

As the cerulean flames danced to life, the scene ahead was illuminated: a corridor paved with dark bricks, bronze lamps hanging on the walls—nothing else to be seen. The passage was chillingly desolate, slanting downward like a ramp, descending deeper into the subterranean depths.

“This Zhou Hao is truly formidable, forcing the Hall Master to unleash his ultimate strike. Alas, he is not one of us—his heart is alien. He won’t live long,” a voice whispered.

“Sigh, with his talent, he was destined to soar, perhaps even attain the rank of Great Immortal. But who could have imagined his master Yun Fang would suddenly rebel, joining forces with the Night Envoy to slay the old Hall Master? Even if Zhou Hao doesn’t return this time, he’s now a wanted fugitive of the Nangong Immortal Hall.”

Within the underground corridor, three figures appeared—dressed as disciples of the Immortal Hall. Two of them escorted a third, bloodied and weary, deeper into the chamber. The captive’s white robes were stained dark red; his face gaunt and eyes vacant. Hovering above his head was a seven-inch tall yellow gourd, while his body was bound tightly with a silver-white immortal binding rope.

This prisoner was none other than Zhou Hao, defeated by Nangong Xun. The protective gourd shielded him, preventing both Nangong Xun and the Night Envoy from finishing him off. Consequently, they had no choice but to imprison him in the Alchemist’s Prison.

The so-called Alchemist’s Prison was actually Nangong Xun’s alchemy tower—except this prison lay underground. The tower had eight levels: seven above ground and a single, profound level beneath the surface. This subterranean level was a grim abyss, housing prisoners subdued by Nangong Xun—both demons and immortals guilty of grave sins.

Legend had it that Nangong Xun established the Alchemist’s Prison to refine pills that granted ascension. His achievement of the Great Immortal rank was closely tied to his alchemical concoctions, which required the essence of two distinct spiritual creatures—demons and immortals—making them the finest raw materials for his pills.

The three moved silently through the tunnel for about a kilometer before they finally reached the legendary underground prison.

“Wow... such an enormous alchemical furnace, radiating such intense power!” one disciple exclaimed in awe. Before them lay a vast circular valley, within which stood a bronze furnace the size of a small mountain, occupying three-fifths of the space.

The furnace rested on three legs with two fire vents that resembled eyes. One emitted a silvery, ethereal glow—pure and celestial, like an immortal’s ascent. The other glowed dark and ominous, like the demonic eye of hell.

One black, one white—like the eternal cycle of yin and yang—embodying the ultimate flames.

“Come on, enough gawking. Let’s escort him to the stone-wall prison and finish our task,” another disciple urged the mesmerized companion, clearly a veteran visitor.

“Brother Zhao, what exactly is this great furnace used for? Could it really be the legendary furnace for forging pills of immortality and demon essence?”

“Shh, keep your voice down. This is forbidden knowledge. If the Hall Master hears, punishment will be severe.”

“Oh come on, Brother Zhao, it’s just the two of us here. Besides, it’s hardly a secret now. Many seniors have mentioned it. Just tell me—I’m curious like everyone else!”

The disciple called Zhao glanced around cautiously, wary of eavesdroppers, then whispered, “Brother Qian, this is still a secret. You mustn’t reveal it to anyone.”

“Don’t worry. I’m known for my discretion. We’ve been brothers for years; you can trust me.”

“Alright, I’ll tell you. This furnace doesn’t actually belong to the Hall Master. I saw it the first time when the Hall Master brought it in years ago. It was a small bronze furnace, no bigger than a palm, that grew into this massive one. The Hall Master used it to refine the demons he subdued—casting them into the furnace to distill their true essence. That dark fire vent is the furnace’s eye, glowing with the pure energy of the demons after refinement.”

“What... the black flame is the demon’s true essence? Then the white flame must be...”

“Exactly. When immortals imprisoned in the Alchemist’s Prison are cast into the furnace, their true energy converges into that white flame.”

Qian Bao’s legs went weak at the revelation. Despite being mentally prepared, the fear was overwhelming. Even from a distance, the furnace radiated an unbearable heat—being cast inside would mean instant incineration. It was the ultimate punishment.

For immortals guilty of crimes, imprisonment here was effectively a death sentence, culminating in being fed to the furnace.

“Brother Zhao... let’s hurry and complete the task... we need to leave!” Qian Bao trembled, unable to even glance at the furnace.

“No need to panic. Just be cautious and keep today’s events secret. If the Hall Master finds out, we’d both end up in the Alchemist’s Prison,” Zhao Bei reassured him, patting his back.

“You’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. If I slip up and spill this secret, I’ll turn into ash in that furnace in no time. You’re too sly—just trying to drag me down with you!” Qian Bao wasn’t naive; he knew Zhao Bei wanted a scapegoat. If the secret was uncovered, they’d share the same fate.

They wasted no more time, winding along a narrow mountain path beside the circular valley, finally locking Zhou Hao into an empty stone cell carved into the mountainside. Along the way, they passed hundreds of demons and monstrous creatures, as well as numerous immortals convicted of heinous crimes. Some were silent, others bellowing fiercely, but all were trapped behind transparent crystal prison doors, powerless to escape.

Surrounding the circular valley were majestic diamond-like rock walls, perforated with massive caves sealed by complex runic arrays that suppressed immortal power. Each cave was guarded by an indestructible crystal barrier serving as a prison door.

After a final glance at Zhou Hao, Zhao Bei and Qian Bao closed the crystal wall and swiftly departed without looking back. The Alchemist’s Prison once again surrendered to an endless, suffocating silence.

A soft cough broke the stillness. Zhou Hao slowly awoke from his daze. Though shielded by the yellow gourd, his injuries were severe, damaging his internal organs.

“I must heal first, then prepare to rescue Yu Nan,” Zhou Hao murmured to himself.

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Zhou Hao’s capture had been part of a carefully laid plan. He had deliberately fought Nangong Xun, knowing he couldn’t win. His goal was to be captured, lowering Nangong Xun’s guard. Being thrown into the Alchemist’s Prison was the real purpose.

According to Ouyang Qi’s memories, Yu Nan, Xiao Shanshan, and Cao Shuang—all rebels against Nangong Xun—were held here. Others were relatively safe for now, but Cao Shuang had a grudge with Cheng Yan and was subjected to special torment, being mutilated repeatedly until barely recognizable.

Zhou Hao’s mission was to save the innocents, free them all, then strike a decisive blow to break the alchemy tower and end Nangong Xun and the Night Envoy’s tyranny once and for all.

Rising, Zhou Hao sat cross-legged. The yellow gourd emitted a sliver of white light—sharp as a dagger—that sliced through the silver-white binding rope that held him captive.

“Everyone out! We need to figure out how to break this deadlock!” Zhou Hao shook his sleeve, and several figures emerged, including the turtle who had been concealed on his person.

“Damn it, Xiao Hao, you’re a pain! If it weren’t for my hard shell, Nangong Xun’s Dragon-Slaying Strike would have wiped us out!” the turtle complained loudly upon appearing.

“This time I miscalculated. I never expected to see the Night Envoy here again. But it seems there’s more than one lurking beneath this little starry sky. We’ll have to be extra careful from now on,” Zhou Hao said. Though unfamiliar with the Night Envoy, his instincts warned him he was now being targeted.

Flowerfire blinked her lively eyes, first scrutinizing the stone prison where Zhou Hao was held, then turning her gaze to him. “This prison is solid, sealing even our immortal powers. Especially the crystal wall serving as the door—it’s difficult to breach. What’s your plan to get out?”

“Not in a hurry,” Zhou Hao smiled. “Such a fine place for cultivation—I might as well stay a while.”

“What? You’re insane! You want to stay in a prison? Damn it, if I’d known, I wouldn’t have come with you. Qingqing and I were happily wandering the world—why get tangled up with you,I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.