In this entire prison, there was apparently only one wall that stood out like a clown at a funeral. Unlike the others, which blended seamlessly into the grim surroundings, this wall stuck out like a sore thumb, or rather, a sore wall. The undead creatures, with their limited architectural knowledge, couldn't decide if it was a trap or just a quirky design choice by the prison's interior decorator.

As Xue Xinyu and Liang Zhiguan traverse the labyrinthine halls, it's like being trapped in a never-ending game of maze runner, except the walls have a mind of their own. Sometimes the path they just walked through decides to throw a curveball and morph into something entirely new. It's enough to make even the most seasoned adventurer question their sanity.

With Liang Zhiguan cradled in his arms like a damsel in distress (well, more like a damsel in decomposing robes), Xue Xinyu can't help but marvel at the unexpected perks of his new body. Gone are the days of struggling to lift heavy objects; now he's tossing teenagers around like they're feather pillows. Who needs a gym membership when you've got necromancy?

Amidst the darkness and uncertainty, the undead creatures come to a halt, proclaiming, "We're here." But to Xue Xinyu's untrained eyes, every inch of the wall looks as mundane as a Monday morning. "Where's the difference? In my eyes, it looks the same," he quips.

Putting Liang Zhiguan down again, and placing his hand on the wall, he senses a subtle shift in the flow of qi.

Channeling a torrent of qi into his palm, Xue Xinyu concentrated with all his might, forming a pulsating orb of energy. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the qi ball, watching with bated breath as it hurtled toward the wall. There was a deafening explosion, sending rubble flying in all directions.

Miraculously, the wall crumbles, revealing a path illuminated by a suspiciously cheerful array of lights. It's like stumbling into a rave party hosted by the ghosts of disco past. And just like that, our intrepid heroes forge ahead into the unknown, armed with nothing but their wits, their questionable fashion sense, and a newfound appreciation for architectural oddities.

Stepping into the illuminated hall, Xue Xinyu immediately sensed a shift in energy. Unlike the oppressive, stagnant qi of the dark prison halls, here it flowed freely, almost serenely, as if eager to guide them out. It was a refreshing change, like going from swimming in molasses to gliding through a clear stream.

In the prison, Xue Xinyu sensed traps at every turn, but this hall exuded a sense of peace and safety. It was likely the passage used by cultivators to enter and exit the prison.

The undead creatures, their eerie presence a constant throughout their journey, halted at the threshold. "I guess this is our farewell," Xue Xinyu said, giving a small bow.

"It was an honor to guide you, Star of Destruction," one of them replied with a bow so deep it nearly lost its head.

"Likewise," Xue Xinyu responded with a smirk. After all, it wasn't every day you get a VIP escort from an undead army.

With a quick goodbye, Xue Xinyu and Liang Zhiguan set out to leave. The hall stretched endlessly before them, its white walls adorned with golden script in an ancient language, glowing faintly in the dim light. As they walked, the tranquility of the place was a stark contrast to the chaotic prison they had just escaped.

This hall was probably very old and used to access the place where the graves were.

After a long walk through the endless halls, Xue Xinyu and Liang Zhiguan encountered a fork in the path, forcing them to make a crucial decision. "Which way do you think we should go?" Xue Xinyu asked, glancing at Liang Zhiguan and pondering their options.

Liang Zhiguan peered into the well-lit, beautifully decorated hallway to the left and shook his head. "I don't know why, but that way doesn't feel right," he said.

Xue Xinyu couldn't help but smile wryly. If the protagonist with a cheat code like Liang Zhiguan was convinced that the ominously dark, creepy hallway to the right was the better choice, then it had to be. With a resigned sigh, Xue Xinyu led the way into the shadowy corridor.

As they ventured further into the darkness, Xue Xinyu couldn't shake the feeling that they were likely still underground. The numerous flights of stairs they had climbed hinted at their proximity to the surface. It made sense that the prison entrance would be far from prying eyes, possibly even outside the city. But where exactly would they emerge?

After what felt like an eternity of walking, Xue Xinyu noticed the hallway beginning to narrow and eventually end. Above them, a small door became visible. It wasn't on the wall but rather on the ceiling, with a steep staircase leading up to it. The darkness had concealed the door until Xue Xinyu nearly bumped into it.

Climbing the final steps, Xue Xinyu carefully opened the door-like exit above. A dim light trickled in, revealing a decrepit room on the other side. The air was thick with the scent of dust and neglect, and the sight of cobwebs hanging from every corner confirmed their suspicions. They had emerged into what seemed to be an abandoned, run-down house.

Upon hearing a footstep, Xue Xinyu's senses went into high alert, and he spun around to face the source. There, in all his imposing glory, stood Feng Mingzhu. Liang Zhiguan instinctively took a step back, fearing that Feng Mingzhu had come to drag them back to their prison cells.

Xue Xinyu, however, didn't betray much emotion. He simply stared at Feng Mingzhu, his mind racing with calculations on how to best him in a fight to secure their escape. But to everyone's astonishment, Feng Mingzhu reached over to a table and picked up a bag.

"They'll catch you if you go like that," Feng Mingzhu said, handing the bag to a bewildered Xue Xinyu.

"Uh, what?" Xue Xinyu stammered, utterly confused.

"Inside the bag are supplies," Feng Mingzhu explained, before turning on his heel and leaving without another word.

Xue Xinyu was left completely dumbfounded. He had been mentally preparing a strategy to fight Feng Mingzhu, and now, out of nowhere, the man was handing him a survival kit and being all helpful?

Opening the bag, Xue Xinyu discovered it was a magical one, the kind that could be worn around the waist. A magical bag, much like an infinite bag, could store a significant amount but with a finite limit, and whatever was inside retained its normal weight.

Inside, he found new robes in black and white, complete with hoods for disguise, some food supplies, and a modest amount of money. It wasn't much, but given their current situation as fugitives with empty pockets, it was a godsend.

Xue Xinyu handed one of the robes to Liang Zhiguan. "Put this on before we go," he instructed, as he also began to change into the new clothes.

Liang Zhiguan couldn't help stealing glances at Xue Xinyu as they both changed, his cheeks flushing crimson as he struggled with his robes. Meanwhile, Xue Xinyu deftly layered on the prison garments, then ingeniously fashioned a hair tie from torn fabric, styling his hair in a way he never did. Huai Xiaozhun, much like Xue Xinyu, loathed the discomfort of tight ponytails, preferring a loose bun with strands cascading freely.

In an unconventional move, Xue Xinyu styled his hair differently, opting for a high ponytail—a departure from his usual half-up, half-down bun.

Observing this change, Liang Zhiguan couldn't help but notice the resemblance to a style he despised—one that he wouldn't adopt even in disguise.

Turning to Liang Zhiguan, Xue Xinyu deftly tied the ribbon in place, completing the transformation.

"You look so much younger like this, Shizun," Liang Zhiguan remarked with a playful grin.

"Shut it," Xue Xinyu replied, feeling a flush of embarrassment at the unfamiliar hairstyle, a sentiment shared with Huai Xiaozhun.

A silent chuckle escaped Liang Zhiguan as Xue Xinyu repurposed parts of their old prison garments into ribbons, moving closer to him.

"Shizun, have you already planned my disguise?" Liang Zhiguan inquired, curiosity evident in his tone as Xue Xinyu began styling his hair.

"Mhm, and it's not something you'll fancy," Xue Xinyu responded cryptically.

"How so?" Liang Zhiguan pressed further.

With a deft motion, Xue Xinyu retrieved a knife from his bag, trimming Liang Zhiguan's hair to create curtain bangs.

"We'll adopt the guise of merchants, and you, my friend, will play the role of a maiden," Xue Xinyu announced, adding the final touches to their plan.

His hair was styled into two modest buns on either side of his head, held together with frayed gray ribbons that looked very old because they were part of the prison robe.

Instead of bangs, his hair was parted into two neat sections that framed his face, the straight strands falling just past his temples.

Loose, untidy wisps escaped the buns, adding to his impoverished yet endearing appearance, making him look convincingly like a pretty yet destitute merchant's daughter.

"A GIRL?!" Liang Zhiguan exclaimed, his voice ringing out before he quickly clapped his hands over his mouth, realizing the delicate situation they were in.

"I won't force you to wear dresses, so calm down," Xue Xinyu reassured, his tone soothing. "Besides, two wanted men disguised as males would be too conspicuous," he reasoned, efficiently stowing their belongings into his infinity bag.

With a resigned sigh, Liang Zhiguan conceded, his protests silenced. "But where are we headed?" he questioned, his curiosity piqued as Xue Xinyu interrupted him.

"We'll travel as merchants; it's the perfect guise," Xue Xinyu declared with confidence. "But first, we must escape from this place."