When Tang San woke up again, he found himself in a prison cell.
Having worked in the intelligence System for nearly a year, and having devoted himself to the series of Missions to eliminate the remnants of the Clear Sky Sect, he had also made great contributions.
He recognized at a glance that the floor, walls, and ceiling were all cast in one piece of high-grade concrete, with embedded precision-forged tungsten steel plates.
A narrow iron door that required one to bend over to pass through was made of special metal as thick as a baby's arm and could only be opened from the outside.
His hands and feet were tightly locked with a pair of bright silver shackles. He tried to mobilize his spirit power, but as expected, there was no reaction at all. Even his Purple Demon Eye was greatly weakened and suppressed.
Obviously, these restraints were specially made, with spirit tool arrays engraved inside, specifically designed for imprisoning high-level Spirit Masters.
Seeing these things, Tang San directly gave up resisting.
He was very clear about the Dark Department's methods, after all, a considerable part of them were learned from Shimura Danzo and then suggested to be implemented.
No matter how arrogant, ferocious, or invincible a Spirit Master was, as long as they came here for a round, they would become as docile and obedient as sheep when they went back.
The value of the darkness of the ninja world, tsk.
After a moment of trance, San Zi thought of what happened before he fainted.
In an instant, tears welled up in his eyes, and a huge sense of grievance erupted like a mountain torrent, unstoppable.
The things Oscar intended to accuse him of, such as dozing off while on duty, not being pious enough when kneeling for blessings, etc., were not serious offenses at all.
The Celestial Empire's five levels of punishment for criminals were: criticism and education, fines and detention, forced labor, imprisonment, and the death penalty. These accusations didn't even reach the lowest level.
It was because he was too frightened, like a startled bird, thinking that he couldn't make even the slightest mistake, that he was threatened by him.
In reality, even if he was exposed, what could happen? As long as Nangong Lingyun still had any sense of shame, he shouldn't execute a meritorious intelligence officer for such a trivial matter.
He was simply too ridiculous.
The suffering he had endured this year was mostly unnecessary.
Not only was he crazily humiliated, suppressed, and extorted by that insidious and shameless villain Oscar, but in the end, he committed a capital crime because of a minor offense that would at most warrant a few words of criticism.
Attempting to control an intelligence department official with poison, and even planning to force him to commit a crime, this was undoubtedly treason, attempted murder, plotting terrorist activities, and engaging in espionage activities.
Even if Nangong Lingyun didn't dislike him in the first place, this would be enough to die four or five times over.
Thinking like this, Tang San suddenly slapped himself hard on the face.
He used all his strength and still felt it wasn't enough. One slap wasn't enough, two slaps weren't enough, three slaps still weren't enough.
Even though it hurt so much that tears were spurting out, he still gritted his teeth and continued to slap himself.
Too stupid, really too stupid, too stupid, too stupid. How could a person be so stupid?
After who knows how long, San Zi, whose face was almost swollen into a pig's head,
suddenly seemed to think of something, and crawled to the door, his eyes alert as he scanned the outside.
Then, he shrank back into the corner, and his hand quietly reached into his chest to feel around.
In just two seconds, his entire body began to tremble violently uncontrollably, and he used great willpower to forcibly suppress it.
However, this time it was not pain or anger, but pure excitement.
Inmates would have all their personal belongings confiscated, including storage spirit tools. His Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges was also gone,
but the Feixian Token was still there.
When the Feixian Token was not activated, it was like an ordinary feather, without any aura fluctuations.
Unless seen directly with the naked eye, even the most powerful mental force could not scan it out. In perception, there was simply nothing there.
Moreover, he had always hidden this thing extremely well, placing it in the interlayer of his close-fitting clothes on his chest.
The heart was a vital point, and people would subconsciously dodge to protect it. Placing it here meant that as long as the heart wasn't hit, there was no need to worry about accidentally dropping it.
This instinctive action might very well save his life.
Tang San thought with excitement,
Although his mental force was suppressed, he could still use a trace of it, and triggering the trial was definitely not a problem.
And the Fei Xian (Flying Immortal) Third Trial would be over in another half a year. It would be difficult for him to avoid being sentenced to death, but there was still a possibility of not being executed within half a year.
According to the Dark Department Ministry of Justice regulations, there were several situations in which the execution of a death row inmate could be postponed:
pregnancy, making great contributions, or being involved in other important cases that had not been thoroughly investigated.
As long as he deliberately confessed some false information that was difficult to verify in the short term, such as the Clear Sky Sect still having hidden remnants and plotting major terrorist activities.
Although he might suffer a bit and be tortured severely every day, compared to his little life and entering Feixian City to live forever, everything else was trivial.
Having made up his mind, Tang San turned over and lay on the ground.
The environment for prisoners was extremely poor, but there was still a layer of straw underneath him.
He hid the Feixian Token in the straw, pointing towards the position of his forehead, closed his eyes, and pretended to fall asleep due to excessive grief.
In reality, he immediately entered the trial.
The third trial was also different from the second trial in that the Time was not fixed. The trial could be interrupted at any Time and continued at any Time.
Anyway, whenever he went in, it would be the plot node from when he last came out. Entering and exiting eight times a day was not a problem.
In the stables of the Wu royal palace, Tang San, without shackles, slowly opened his eyes.
The stench of horse manure and the irritating smell of fermentation made people want to vomit, but he didn't care at all.
He clenched his fists tightly, and a light of extreme determination, or rather, resolution, flashed in his eyes.
Previously, he had been trying to replicate the history of Goujian, and he hadn't even let go of tasting feces and asking about illness. He really gritted his teeth and ate Fucha's thing.
But perhaps the details of the performance were not in place enough. He had died more than a dozen times, either at the hands of Fucha or Wu Zixu.
It was too difficult to find that narrow balance point between these two extreme people. Goujian might be psychologically twisted, but he was definitely a top-notch hero, not someone ordinary people could imitate.
So this time, San Zi decided to change his strategy and feign madness.
The reason why Fucha and Wu Zixu insulted him in so many ways was actually to make his prestige as the former King of Yue continue to decline, so as to better rule the former Yue region.
If he compromised and sought peace, when his prestige dropped to a certain level and he couldn't get the support of his subordinates, he would have no hope of successfully counterattacking Wu in the future.
But if he didn't compromise and seek peace, he would be directly eliminated because he was a threat.
So, the correct answer was actually the third option that was not released in the A and B options.
This should be the true essence and key of the trial, otherwise simply imitating Goujian would be too simple, and it wouldn't meet the standard of each level being more difficult than the last.
With his plan decided,
Bing Qing Yu Jie picked up the tool for shoveling horse manure and slashed fiercely at Fucha's favorite and most cherished imperial horse.
After knocking it down with a few blows, he rode another horse and rushed towards the Wu royal palace like a madman, cursing loudly while rushing, venting a mouthful of anger.
In just ten minutes, this act was ordered by Fucha to be burned alive in a fit of rage.
Appearing once again at the peace talks,
the civil and military officials and the army of Yue knelt behind him, and in front of him were the arrogant Fucha, the glaring Wu Zixu with eyes like lightning, and a large number of soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp blades.
San Zi begged with a sincere expression:
"Humble sinner Goujian begs the wise, intelligent, brave, and martial King of Wu for forgiveness. Goujian is willing to be a slave and a servant, personally serving by the side of the King of Wu."
Feigning madness also requires timing, and it can't be done from the beginning, otherwise it will be discovered.