Everyone was silent for a while, and Jin Fengyun made the decision and said, "It has to be a disciple of the inner sect. Even after his cultivation was abolished, he still has a good fighting power."

"Since someone has recommended it, let's send Li Zhiming to District 9."

Jin Fengyun had spoken, and Zhao Ming did not dare to say anything more. He could only bow and say, "Understood."

"But the second floor has a dense aura of death, and Li Zhiming is still injured. I think we should give him some extra subsidies."

Zhao Ming decided to get some benefits for Li Zhiming.

"Consult Elder Jiang about the subsidy."

Jin Fengyun replied calmly, then left slowly with his hands behind his back.

"When you reach the second floor, I'll have someone send you a vitality pill as a subsidy."

Elder Jiang from the second floor said casually and left as well.

Jiang Yuan followed behind everyone, turned his head to look at Li Zhiming, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold and complacent smile.

“Eh…”

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Li."

Zhao Ming nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter. Wang Zi is Jiang Yuan's man. If I beat up his people, he will definitely find a way to cause trouble for me."

"However, with the vitality pills promised by the second-floor elders, it should be no problem to stay on the second floor for two days."

Li Zhiming spoke calmly.

"This is all we can do for now. Wait for me at the second floor entrance before sun sets and I'll take you down." Zhao Ming sighed.

As evening approached, Li Zhiming left the room and came to the entrance to the second floor.

In front is a stone staircase entrance leading downstairs. On both sides of the stone wall hang several oil lamps burning dimly.

A thin mist came slowly, which was the embodiment of the evil and deadly energy.

Just as Zhao Ming and others said, the evil death energy below is several times stronger than that on the first floor.

For an ordinary jailer, two days is the limit for him to stay there. If he stays there for three days, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.

At this moment, two people happened to come up from the second floor, supporting each other. Judging from their clothes, they were obviously prison guards.

The two men were pale, and after coming up, they collapsed to the ground, coughing madly, as if they had lost half their lives.

"Damn, this second floor is too scary."

"It's not a place for low-rank martial artists like us to stay. Even a ninth-rank martial artist with true qi protecting his body can't stay here for a long time."

"I really don't know why the prison guards on our first floor are often sent down."

"What can we do? We are like this as jailers. We have no status... We are even worse than the pets raised by humans."

The two of them sat on the ground and talked, and then looked up at Li Zhiming.

"Brother, do you want to go down too?"

"Yeah." Li Zhiming nodded.

“Eh… our jailers have such a hard life… We don’t know when we can be promoted to the ninth rank, so that we can take the test and be promoted to patrol disciples, or we can directly leave Xuyuan Prison and return to the sect, even the outer sect will do.” The two began to complain.

At this time, Zhao Ming came quickly and urged the two people on the ground: "Since you are back, why don't you go back and rest? Why are you blocking the road here?"

Seeing this, the two of them hurriedly got up and left.

"Brother Li, I have some bad news for you."

"Speak." Li Zhiming became interested after hearing this.

"Then Jiang Yuan directly sent three jailers from District 8 to the second floor. They are all more powerful than Wang Zi. Two of them have even entered the ninth rank and are expected to be promoted to patrol disciples."

"I suspect this is all directed at you. You must be careful. Try not to conflict with others down there. Be patient if you can." Zhao Ming reminded.

"Thank you for the reminder." Li Zhiming bowed.

"You'd better take a vitality pill now, and then follow me down."

"good."

In order not to reveal his secret, he directly took a vitality pill and followed Zhao Ming down to the second floor.

The layout of the second floor is basically the same as that of the first floor.

After coming down, there were two patrolling disciples guarding the entrance to the second floor of Xuyuan Prison.

The patrol disciples on the second floor are naturally stronger than those on the first floor.

Otherwise, there would be no way to stay on the second floor for a long time to perform patrol tasks.

Of course, these patrol disciples work in shifts and will stay on the second floor for a maximum of five days a month.

"Two senior brothers, I have brought the person you wanted on the second floor. Please take good care of him."

Zhao Ming bowed.

The two looked Li Zhiming up and down and asked, "What's your name?"

"Li Zhiming."

"Li Zhiming, right? This is a vitality pill. Elder Jiang asked us to give it to you."

One of them handed Li Zhiming a jade bottle.

"Thank you very much."

"You can go back now. Come with me."

One of them took Li Zhiming to the temporary accommodation area on the second floor and said, "You will stay here for the next three days."

"What's the meaning?"

“Why three days?”

Li Zhiming frowned.

Normally, the jailers would not stay on the second floor for more than two days.

Because if it lasts for more than two days, the evil death energy will cause irreparable damage to the body of the jailer who is not yet at the ninth rank.

After all, there are not many people in Xuyuan Prison. Although the jailer is Palu, he is a long-term supply, not a disposable consumable.

"Do you think this vitality pill is easy to get?"

The patrol disciple laughed, with a mocking look on his face.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll die here?"

Li Zhiming asked tentatively.

Although he didn't care how long he stayed on the second floor, it was really disgusting to be targeted like this.

"I am just following orders. We are not responsible for other matters."

"I suggest you think carefully about who you have offended before. Otherwise, why would you be arranged to stay on the second floor for three days?"

"Don't even mention you useless jailers. Even patrol guards like us would feel a little uncomfortable if we stayed on the second floor for more than three days without using our true qi to protect our bodies."

The patrolman's words were full of disdain for the jailer.

"Jiang Yuan... Elder Liu?"

Li Zhiming frowned slightly, and the sharp edge in his eyes quickly disappeared.

The most urgent task is to collect corpses and become stronger. There is no need to get upset over such a small matter.

"Someone will assign you something to do later. I'm leaving now."

The patrol disciple turned and left.

As soon as he left, another patrol disciple came over, followed by three jailers.

"You three will stay in this room tonight, living with this boy."

"Okay, Brother Liang!"

The three of them replied in unison.

"You are Li Zhiming, right?"

The patrol disciple called Senior Brother Liang investigated Li Zhiming.

This Li Zhiming looks ordinary and has nothing special about him. Why does he dare to provoke the deacon elder of Xuyuan Prison?

Perhaps he is still living in his past memories, thinking that he is a noble disciple of the inner sect.

"It's me." Li Zhiming replied.

"It's you, for sure. You will live in the same room with the three of them." Liang Ping ordered.

"hey-hey……"

The three of them looked at Li Zhiming in unison, with dark and cruel smiles on their faces, and it was obvious that they had no good intentions.

Li Zhiming looked at the three of them expressionlessly.

There is no doubt that these three people are the prison guards from District 8 sent by Jiang Yuan.

"You are all prison guards on the same floor. You should know each other and live together without causing conflicts. You can fight, but you must not kill anyone."

Liang Ping turned and left after he finished speaking.

This sentence was more like a warning to the three people, asking them to take it easy and not cause any casualties.

Li Zhiming narrowed his eyes and was ready to fight.

Jiang Yuan was quite resourceful and had arranged things for himself without him noticing.

"Li Zhiming from District 9, right? My name is Wang Junfei, and I'm Wang Zi's cousin."

"You are quite capable for beating Wang Zi. You are indeed a former inner sect disciple. Even after being crippled, you still have impressive fighting power."

A young man who looked three points like Wang Zi spoke first.

"But unfortunately, the people you met today were not that loser Wang Zi, but the three of us."

The other man had a smile on his face. He had a tuft of long hair covering his right eye.

Li Zhiming could see that there was a long scar at the end of the man’s right eye, which made him look more fierce.

This person should be the strongest among the three.

Just as the third person was about to speak, a tall man in a green robe with an extraordinary demeanor came to the door.

"You four are the jailers who just arrived today, right?" the man asked.

"yes."

"Four people living in one room?" The man looked serious.

"That's how the brothers arranged it."

"There are only two beds in one room, so four people can't stay in it. There are plenty of rooms here, so you can each take one."

"Um... this senior brother."

Wang Junfei was about to speak when the man glared at him and made him swallow the words back.

"Do you have any objection?"

"No, I'll follow my brother's instructions."

Wang Junfei could only smile and nod, secretly clenching his fists.

"Who is Li Zhiming?" the man asked again.

"I."

"Come out, there is a task assigned to you."

Li Zhiming stood up and left the room with the man.

"Damn, this Li Zhiming, where does his luck come from?"

After Li Zhiming left, Wang Junfei said angrily.

"This should be a patrol captain on the second floor. We can't afford to offend him. But where can Li Zhiming run to?"

"When he comes back, we'll go find him." The scarred man looked calm.