Chapter 15

Ye Feng was not unsympathetic towards Wang Hailong. Even if he didn't owe him anything, seeing him suffer every day made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Ye Feng certainly wasn't afraid of Dao Ge. In his eyes, no matter how tall and strong Dao Ge looked, even if he had excellent martial skills, he wouldn't be a match for Ye Feng, who had already entered the initial stage of Qi Cultivation. Even without knowing any martial techniques, Ye Feng believed he could handle Dao Ge with his strength and speed alone.

The real reason was that Ye Feng was afraid of trouble, or to put it more bluntly, he was somewhat selfish.

If Ye Feng got into a conflict with Dao Ge and his gang for Wang Hailong, it would certainly bring him endless trouble. Ye Feng no longer had the idea of deliberately provoking trouble and getting locked in solitary confinement again. Although that method could provide him with an extremely favorable opportunity for cultivation and soul collection, it would also be very detrimental to him if it was recorded in his file and submitted to the court. Even if the truth about his intentional murder case was eventually revealed and he was cleared of the charges, the bad record in the detention center would still be very detrimental to him.

The last time he broke an old man's leg, Ye Feng considered it self-defense, but the police and the judge wouldn't see it that way. Without evidence or witnesses, his actions would be considered intentional injury and provocation.

Realizing this, Ye Feng would never again have the idea of deliberately entering solitary confinement. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary or forced, Ye Feng would not bring more trouble upon himself.

Now, for Ye Feng, cultivation and soul collection were the most important things. Everything else was unimportant.

Wang Hailong's pleading and complaints, Dao Ge's provocations and sneers, were nothing compared to cultivation and soul collection.

Ye Feng had to consider his own future, his freedom, clearing his name, and taking revenge on Liu Yong and Liu Meimei.

Seeing that Ye Feng didn't respond, Dao Ge's arrogance grew even more. He stepped on the wooden board in front of Ye Feng, seemingly speaking to Wang Hailong, who was lying on the ground, but his words were actually directed at Ye Feng.

"Listen, Wang Hailong, you're such a damn fool. What do you expect from a pretty boy? He's so weak and soft, and yet some people say he's very strong. Bullshit, how strong can he be?"

When Dao Ge said this, many people in the cell laughed, especially the few old inmates who had a grudge against Ye Feng.

Ye Feng, of course, could hear the naked provocation in Dao Ge's words and realized that Dao Ge might be planning to shift from a covert to an overt conflict with him.

So, Ye Feng did something next.

Ye Feng raised his hand, made a fist, and slammed it hard on the wooden board.

Ye Feng couldn't say that his punch could shatter mountains and rocks, which might require reaching the fourth or fifth level of the Nine Star Tower. However, his punch was strong enough to break off a large piece of the wooden board.

With a dull sound, the debris scattered, and a gap appeared in the wooden board in front of Ye Feng's bed.

No one laughed anymore. Ye Feng could hear many people gasp, and Dao Ge fell silent, looking at the gap in the wooden board, then turned and returned to his bed.

Finally, Ye Feng got out of bed and helped Wang Hailong back to his bed. Wang Hailong was covered in dirt and smelled terrible. Ye Feng found a towel, wet it with water, and threw it to him, saying, "Clean yourself up and go to sleep."

Wang Hailong didn't move, just leaned against the head of the bed, looking pale and dazed, as if he hadn't heard Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't say anything more. He felt he had done enough. He returned to his bed, lay down, and entered the Nine Star Tower to begin his nightly cultivation.

Ye Feng arranged his cultivation like this: if he cultivated tonight, he would collect souls tomorrow night, and then continue cultivating the next night, alternating and not delaying either.

However, relatively speaking, soul collection was currently more important to Ye Feng. So, out of the seven days, he would not cultivate on the last two nights but focus on soul collection.

In other words, Ye Feng would cultivate for three nights and collect souls for four nights, with one more night dedicated to soul collection.

After a night of focused cultivation, Ye Feng's progress finally reached 17%, and he believed it wouldn't be long before it reached 20%, which would save him 100 soul energy points.

These days, as long as he was cultivating, Ye Feng would not leave the space until the cell alarm rang, as he didn't want to waste a single second.

But today, Ye Feng suddenly sensed a series of loud and chaotic voices from the real world while he was in the second level of the space tower. He had to end his cultivation prematurely and return to his body.

Opening his eyes, he saw that everyone in the cell was up. The sky was still gray, and it was just past 5 a.m. He wondered why these people were up so early.

Although he opened his eyes, Ye Feng didn't get up and remained in bed, wanting to see what was happening.

He saw many people crowded around the toilet, muttering to themselves, and their voices sounded very strange.

Ye Feng listened carefully.

Someone said, "He looks dead, don't touch him."

Another said, "I really didn't expect this. This kid might have been released soon, what a waste."

Another said, "Don't move him, wait for the police."

Hearing this, Ye Feng's heart suddenly tightened. He could guess what had happened.

So, Ye Feng quickly jumped off the wooden board, not even bothering to put on his clothes, and took a big step forward.

He pushed through the crowd and reached the front. When he saw the scene, his heart sank.

A young man was lying on the ground next to the toilet, his eyes closed, his face pale and terrifying. Next to his body was a "rope" made of clothes, pants, and a towel, and there was a clear blue-purple indentation on his neck. He lay motionless, looking like he was dead.

This person was none other than Wang Hailong.

Everyone was watching, pointing and muttering, including Dao Ge, who looked tense and shocked, just like the others, standing there watching.

At this moment, Ye Feng couldn't think anymore. A strong sense of regret suddenly overwhelmed him. He felt that if Wang Hailong really died, at least part of the blame would be on him.

If he had helped Wang Hailong, he might not have chosen to hang himself. Even last night, Wang Hailong had made one last plea for help, but Ye Feng, fearing trouble, chose to ignore it.

Under the constant torment and humiliation by Dao Ge and others, Wang Hailong had finally broken down. From being framed by the old wolf's gang of thieves to being tormented by Dao Ge and others every day, Ye Feng didn't know what emotional fluctuations and changes Wang Hailong had gone through. In the end, Wang Hailong chose to submit and endure, until he could no longer bear it.

When Ye Feng was beaten by the police and locked in the detention center, he had also thought about giving up, but unlike Wang Hailong, Ye Feng had the Nine Star Pearl and the extraordinary experiences, which allowed him to endure the false charges of "murder and theft" and still have confidence in the future.

But Wang Hailong clearly couldn't endure it. His mental breakdown led him to choose this path, to end his life.

Ye Feng pinched Wang Hailong's philtrum and felt the coldness of his skin. He finally confirmed that Wang Hailong was really dead.

A strong sense of guilt overwhelmed Ye Feng, making him feel suffocated. Looking at the people around him, who were pointing and muttering, Ye Feng suddenly roared, "All of you, get the hell out of here."

Ye Feng gently laid Wang Hailong's body down and covered his young face with a towel.

At this moment, Ye Feng's heart felt as if it were filled with many heavy stones, making it hard for him to breathe. He turned, found Dao Ge's position, and rushed to him at full speed. He grabbed Dao Ge by the neck and lifted him off the ground.