Chapter 670: Killing heart is too heavy, beware of going into demonic possession

Not all silver is accepted by the Brocade Uniform Guard.

Especially involving the major case of the assassination of the Son of Heaven, the Brocade Uniform Guard tightened their skin, fearing that a slight carelessness would implicate themselves.

For a time, a strange scene appeared: many people were carrying silver, but couldn't send it out.

The Brocade Uniform Guard side was clean to the point of being jaw-dropping.

Chen Guanlou wanted to make an appointment to meet Qi Wuxiu, but Qi Wuxiu went to the imperial villa to handle the case, out of reach.

Furthermore, the Brocade Uniform Guard was also divided into many government offices below. Qi Wuxiu was not familiar with the Imperial Prison side at all, and even disliked each other. When his apprentice Wang Wu was locked in the Imperial Prison last year, he, as a Brocade Uniform Guard, also suffered a lot of anger and was made difficult by the Imperial Prison people several times.

Qi Wuxiu could not be counted on.

He thought of the Hundred-Household Yang of the Imperial Prison, wanting to use the relationship of Hundred-Household Yang.

Hundred-Household Yang saw him, but wouldn't accept the silver, only saying: "Prison Clerk Fan, this person, I have also heard of. Rest assured, as long as he really has nothing to do with the thieves, he definitely won't die."

The implication was that he must enter the torture room to be tortured! This is the rule, and no one is allowed to break it. Especially at this critical time, they dare not favor anyone.

Chen Guanlou frowned, "Brother Yang, we are brothers, can you tell me a truth."

Hundred-Household Yang played with the white jade thumb ring on his thumb, smiling and saying: "Brother Chen, these words are distant. We are peers, do I still need to tell you the truth?"

Chen Guanlou frowned.

Hundred-Household Yang added another sentence, "Brother Chen, this is the Imperial Prison, and there is a major case. Being able to leave a whole corpse is a fluke. Other requirements, forgive this younger brother for being powerless."

Chen Guanlou sighed upon hearing this. But he still asked, "If I want to transfer Prison Clerk Fan to the Heavenly Prison, what should I do."

"You asked the wrong person about this matter. Transferring, hehe, that requires reaching the heavens!" Hundred-Household Yang laughed.

Chen Guanlou looked at the other party; he was indeed in the Imperial Prison for a long time, he didn't even know how to smile normally, and his smile was both insidious and perverted.

He laughed along, still placing the silver notes in Hundred-Household Yang's hand, his attitude strong and not allowing the other party to refuse, "You take care of him, this favor is recorded on me, and there will be a return if there is a chance in the future. Brother Yang cannot refuse me again."

Hundred-Household Yang:...

He couldn't refuse at all.

Words couldn't come out of his mouth, and his hands couldn't move.

This money, he had to accept if he didn't want to.

This care, he had to respond if he didn't want to.

Forcing people to do things!

He couldn't even express dissatisfaction.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and nodded.

Chen Guanlou smiled with satisfaction, "That's excellent! We are brother units, taking care of each other, with coming and going. Rest assured, I have recorded your favor in my heart. Goodbye!"

He left, leaving Hundred-Household Yang holding the silver, which was like a hot potato, hating it so much he gritted his teeth, yet unable to vent.

"Ninth-Rank martial artist is amazing, don't bully people like this. I don't care about your silver."

Chen Guanlou pondered, Prison Clerk Fan's matter was difficult to handle.

Transferring, even more, had no clue.

Transferring requires the Ministry of Justice and the Brocade Uniform Guard to collude. A small prison clerk, anyone could think with their toes that the Ministry of Justice couldn't come forward for a prison clerk.

What to do?

Just let Prison Clerk Fan wait for death!

Chen Guanlou's anger rose from his heart.

He ran to the Ministry of Justice to find Sun Daojing. As a result, he was told that Sun Daojing went to the imperial villa to listen to orders

In a fit of rage, Chen Guanlou went to the temporary palace, only to find guards stationed every three steps and sentries every five, with Grandmasters overseeing the place.

Forget it!

With Grandmasters present, he decisively turned around and ran; he would not get involved in this.

Zhou Mobai watched his retreating back from afar and chuckled, "The kid is really showing off."

Wei Wubing glanced over, his expression like an old well—neither sad nor happy. "The Chen family lad has astonishing talent, and Marquis Pingjiang is protecting him; you are not allowed to act recklessly."

"The Chen family's ancestral grave must be emitting blue smoke. In a hundred years, they've finally produced a Ninth-Rank warrior, and they treat him like a rare treasure. Since he's such a treasure, why not hide him away? Why let him serve in the Heavenly Prison, inviting disaster and trouble everywhere?"

"You are also a warrior; you should know that warriors value a heart that is content and a mind that is clear. If one is not content or clear, one will eventually fall into demonic obsession. The Chen family lad likes serving in the Heavenly Prison, so naturally, one must follow his wishes."

Zhou Mobai chuckled, his expression extremely disdainful. "The Chen family is counting on that kid to break through in one go and become a Grandmaster. Don't tell me you think highly of him too, believing he has the potential to become a Grandmaster? You think too highly of him."

"Reaching the Ninth Rank isn't difficult; anyone can do it. But the path from the Ninth Rank to Grandmaster—you and I know full well how difficult that is. Both of us are considered exceptionally gifted, rare martial talents, and it was only after enduring thousands of hardships that we could become Grandmasters. What virtue or ability does the Chen family lad have to surpass us? It's already a stroke of luck that he reached the Ninth Rank at such a young age. The road ahead will certainly not be smooth!"

"Marquis Pingjiang is protecting him, declaring that whoever harms him is an enemy of the entire Marquis Prefecture." Wei Wubing stated a fact with a blank expression.

"Marquis Pingjiang is worth nothing." Zhou Mobai always seemed irritable and looked down on everyone.

"The Marquis Prefecture has deep foundations; don't you act recklessly. Since you know he is the Marquis Prefecture's precious treasure, leave him be. The path to Grandmaster is not easy to walk; it is absolutely impossible for him to break through to Grandmaster in under twenty or thirty years. What the situation will be in twenty or thirty years, no one can say."

"Wanting to break through to Grandmaster in twenty or thirty years? Dream on! I bet he won't break through even in fifty years. Old Wei, back then we consumed many heavenly treasures and had several fortuitous encounters before we could break through. He just hides in the Heavenly Prison every day, not seeking progress—humph, in my opinion, he won't break through in this lifetime."

Wei Wubing gave a hum, seemingly agreeing with Zhou Mobai's assessment.

The world thinks that the Ninth Rank to Grandmaster is like the Eighth Rank to the Ninth Rank. Little do they know, the distance between the Ninth Rank and Grandmaster is the boundary between life and death.

There are as many Ninth-Rankers in the world as there are hairs on an ox; why is it that in a hundred years, only a few have broken through to the Grandmaster realm?

Why is it that the experience of breaking through cannot be taught or replicated?

It is because matters of life and death each have their own karmic fate.

If you realize it, you succeed.

If you cannot realize it, you will waste your whole life stuck at the Ninth Rank.

Can the Chen family lad realize it?

Perhaps he can!

Let's see the result in twenty or thirty years.

"I really want to kill him, yet you insist on protecting him," Zhou Mobai complained with dissatisfaction.

Wei Wubing looked at Zhou Mobai with great disgust. "You want to kill anyone you see. Little Zhou, your murderous intent is growing heavier; I fear you aren't far from demonic obsession. I advise you to cripple your own cultivation and start over. That technique of yours is evil!"

"Wei, you truly harbor malicious intentions, hoping I'd cripple my own cultivation so you could become the world's number one Grandmaster. Don't even think about it! If one day I am destined to die, I will drag you down with me before I go."

Wei Wubing let out a cold snort. "If Cheng Lingzi were here, she would definitely tear your mouth apart."

At the mention of Cheng Lingzi, Zhou Mobai immediately shut his mouth and stopped shouting about killing.

But he remained unconvinced in his heart and declared, "I won't waste time with you; I'm going to find that wild monk Master Kongkong to play. Sooner or later, I will storm the Heavenly Palace and slaughter that old hag Cheng Lingzi."