"You three are my most important officials in Yaolu."

Chen Sheng's eyes swept over the three people, and finally fixed on an aging figure. He sighed and said, "Although Youye is a first-level alchemist, he has been in charge of all matters of the medicine house for so many years. He has done everything he can with all his heart and soul."

He felt a little regretful, regretful for Youye, who had been a man of etiquette since he was a teenager, adhering to the ethics of an alchemist, elegant, noble, and meticulous.

Unfortunately, during the booming development of Yaolu, it lacked a bit of sharpness and was unable to enter the realm of a second-level alchemist.

After falling behind, he did not feel sorry for himself, but continued to burn with light and heat, contributing to the prosperity of the medicine house. When he was living a debauched life, he was more attentive and tried to grab power, but he did not have the intention of being arrogant.

"Youye is valued by the elders, and I will die without regrets."

You Ye's body trembled, his eyes turned red and tears flowed. His achievements had not been ignored, he had worked diligently for a hundred years. With such a judgment, he could smile in peace even after his death.

Chen Sheng has his own scale in his heart. He keeps track of who has done how much and who has been cheating. So he has no worries about what will happen after Youye's death.

He turned his eyes and looked at the second person. The other person was young and steady, with broad shoulders that seemed to be able to support mountains. He praised him, "Shang Qu is in great danger outside. You are a second-level alchemist, and you can control your arrogance. You are capable of taking on the important task of the medicine house. I have already petitioned the higher-ups, and your appointment will come down soon."

Talented people emerge in every generation. Now, he can finally put down the burden on his shoulders.

This last post, this last shift, is a ceremony of handover.

From now on, Yaolu will enter a new era, and a new chapter will be opened by the younger generation.

"Shang Qu is willing to continue expanding the territory under the command of the elder."

Shang Qu had mixed feelings. He was happy about ascending the throne, but more of them were sadness and reluctance.

In this generation, all alchemists are blessed by Chen Sheng and have never lacked spiritual herbs.

This elder had protected them from wind and rain for 231 years, and had never allowed any storm to affect the peaceful place of Yaolu.

Now, he will retreat and no longer appear. How can people not feel depressed?

Chen Sheng stopped responding to Shang Qu. It was hard for him to accept it for a while, but he accepted it after a while. His eyes fell on the last person and said, "Zhou Yi, you are very young and talented. Don't worry. The future is yours. Shang Qu has someone to take over."

It is very difficult to become a second-level alchemist. Even with Yaolu's current prosperity, there is no guarantee that there will be a constant stream of successors.

Chance, talent and luck are all essential.

It is a blessing for Shangqu to have Zhou Yi following him, which can save him a lot of worries.

At least, in the next two hundred years, Yaolu will not show any signs of decline.

"Zhou Yi will keep the elder's teachings in mind and practice diligently and work hard in the future."

Zhou Yi bowed and saluted, expressing his immense gratitude. He had a deep admiration for this elder and regarded him as a belief. It was a great honor for him to be valued by him and designated as the next successor.

Shang Qu patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder and said that the two would support each other for a long time in the future.

"I hope that my medicine house will be passed down from generation to generation and prosper from generation to generation. When you are in office, don't worry about the gains and losses of the moment, but also look at what will happen thousands and tens of thousands of years later."

Chen Sheng looked at Shang Qu and the other two, then glanced at the medicine house. The thirty-six halls were magnificent, the voices in the Discussion Hall were vigorous and high-spirited, the fire in the furnace and the aroma of elixirs were all overflowing. It was a prosperous scene.

In this way, he could retreat with peace of mind.

Three days later.

A brisk autumn afternoon.

Two young figures met at the mountain gate of Guangxiu Xianzong. They looked equally young, with slender bodies, without any sign of aging.

Three hundred years of wind and frost seem to have never existed.

It really feels like going back in time.

In the mountains, two young men met unexpectedly, and they teamed up to travel together. After going through untold hardships, they arrived at the mountain gate of Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

It’s just that I was walking in at that time, but now I have to leave.

"I have many things I am reluctant to part with, but the biggest one is you, my brother."

“Beyond the borderland is a vast world, but it is so strange.”

"I don't know how long it will take for me to come back this time. I have left a copy of my inheritance on Taiping Peak..."

…

Before leaving, Chen Ergou said a lot, expressing his reluctance to leave Chen Sheng, his lament about the twists and turns of the road ahead, and his emotion of breaking through the sky.

All kinds of emotions, very complicated.

"Come back alive."

Mr. Chen only said this, nothing else.

Although the world is vast, the bond between us cannot be severed by time.

"good……"

Chen Ergou agreed.

From then on, no matter how difficult it is, I will always think about coming back and will never fall down on the road.

Chen Sheng stood at the mountain gate of Guangxiu Xianzong for a long time, watching Chen Ergou's figure gradually go away until no trace of him could be seen.

He finally moved, crossed the boundary of the outer gate, entered the inner gate, and went to the Black Abyss Prison.

In the wind, there seemed to be a faint singing voice spreading...

"After three hundred years of dreaming in the air, my fellow Taoists are all lonely."

"The immortal life is not affected by the coldness of high places, but the turbid world of mortals can comfort the soul."

…

…

The Black Abyss Prison.

This is an important place in the inner gate, where those imprisoned are all extremely vicious and fearless. Those who are timid dare not approach here.

Mr. Chen stood at the door, as if facing a giant black beast. The light inside was dim, and there was a murderous aura.

"Who are you? If you have nothing to do, leave now."

In the dim light, a pair of cold eyes noticed Mr. Chen outside.

"I am here to take up my post."

Mr. Chen said calmly.

Then, an old man with a cold face came out. He checked Chen Sheng's appointment letter, including his name, life, prison, and seal. He found no mistakes or omissions, so he said, "Follow me, don't walk around."

As he said that, he walked into the Black Abyss Prison first, and Chen Sheng followed behind him.

“Clatter…”

The Black Abyss Prison is grim and cold.

The light is very dim.

Whether they were prisoners or jailers, they were all cold, as if they had been immersed in an ice cave for a long time and naturally became cold.

In addition, he also sensed other things.

Those prisoners were not honest. They screamed like crazy and shook their chains. The rustling sounds would disturb the jailers' mental thinking if they listened to them for a long time. Even their physical health would be affected and they would become thinner and thinner.

“Safe, too safe.”

Chen Sheng's mouth twitched. Ergou didn't think it through. The Black Abyss Prison was safe, but it was obviously not going to be quiet.

"Old Changtou, there's a newcomer."

The old man led Chen Sheng to an area, shouted to another old man, and then left without looking back.

"Thank you."

Old Chang had white hair, but he was in good spirits, his eyes were clear, and there was a glimmer of wisdom in them. He looked at Chen Sheng and said, "Chen Qingdi? I'm the head of the prison in Area A11, your superior. You can just call me Old Chang."

He took a look at Chen Sheng's appointment letter. He was a young man with mediocre qualifications. He had no relatives or friends who practiced Taoism and his cultivation was slow. He came to the Black Abyss Prison voluntarily.

"Old Chang, what is the layout of the Black Abyss Prison?"

"There are twenty districts in the Black Abyss. Each district is named after the letter A. The higher you go, the more brutal the prisoners are."

Old Chang answered every question and had good intentions in his heart. He introduced the layout of the Black Abyss Prison to Chen Sheng and told him not to wander around. If he went out of bounds without permission, he would be punished.

Also, there are some unpredictable dangers.

"Our job is very simple, that is to watch over the prisoners and report to the higher authorities if we find any signs of them escaping. However, this kind of thing has never happened in my entire life here, so we have very little time."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Mr. Chen would be frightened, Old Changtou later said that it was a very easy job, with a leisurely salary and a stable pay, and that he could do it in the long run.

"So what should I pay attention to?"

Mr. Chen was previously in charge of the pharmacy, and at this stage he no longer lacks supplies, but he is not proud of it. For Old Changtou, the salary of a jailer is indeed a substantial and stable income.

"Good question. There are three major survival rules in the Black Abyss Prison. As long as you follow them perfectly, you will be able to live to retirement."

Old Changtou's expression became serious. The prisoners in the Black Abyss Prison were extremely dangerous. They had been through the torture in the Law Enforcement Hall and had managed to survive, refusing to give in. They also possessed spiritual practice secrets that were extremely valuable. It would be a waste to kill them with one blow, so they were imprisoned.

These are a group of ruthless and evil people, but not good people.

The three survival rules of the Black Abyss Prison.

Don't be curious!

Don't be greedy!

No mercy!

This is an ironclad fact and warning forged with the blood of many jailers.

"That is, as long as you don't leave Area A11, you can do anything."

Chen Sheng had no worries about his safety. The prisoners in the Black Abyss Prison had been tortured to the point of being disabled, and their magic powers had been locked up. He could kill them with a hammer with one hand.

What he cares about is freedom and he doesn't want to do meaningless things.

"Very good, you are already a qualified prison guard."

Lao Chang was happy. Being a prison guard was a dull and boring job, but it did offer a lot of freedom.

Feeling that it was about time, he said, "Finally, I will warn you once again that you must abide by the three survival rules of the Black Abyss Prison."

He checked Chen Sheng's cultivation and found that his aptitude was indeed low as written in the appointment letter. His cultivation progress was slow and he had only reached the third level of Qi Refining.

Such people, if they fail to abide by the three survival rules of the Black Abyss Prison, will be carried away the next day.

"I will be careful."

In order to be legitimate, Chen Sheng picked up the Taixuan Breath-Retaining Technique, improved it, and "died" dozens of times. Finally, he reached the Golden Core Realm where no one could decipher it without being tested in person.

Between thoughts, one can adjust the state of cultivation at will, so he reports in a low-key manner.

Low profile.

Mr. Chen is indeed low-key.

He was very quiet in the Black Abyss Prison. He placed an armchair under the window and lay down on it.

A beam of light shone through the window, falling on him and also sprinkling on a white flower.

It was planted by Mr. Chen in a small teacup filled with some spiritual soil and a spiritual herb seed. It soon sprouted and bloomed.

For an alchemist, this is a very simple thing.

"Shang Qu is new to the position of elder. Will there be some things he cannot handle?"

Sometimes, Mr. Chen would think of Yaolu. After all, it was the place where he had stayed for two or three hundred years, and it was not that he had no feelings for it.

"Why am I thinking about these things..."

However, soon, he will cut off such distracting thoughts and live his own peaceful life.

He was in the Black Abyss Prison with nothing to do, so he just lay there and began to accumulate magical power.

According to his idea, if he pushed his magic power to the limit of perfection in the foundation-building stage, he would be able to swallow the Qianyuan Dragon-Tiger Pill and enter the Golden Pill stage in one go.

From then on, he reached the pinnacle of practice in the borderland, transformed from a chess piece into a chess player, and tried his hand at chess among the heroes.

“I can’t see through it.”

In Area A11, Old Chang was observing the new jailer. It wasn't that he suspected anything, but he just thought... he was too idle.

The more he looked, the more he felt that Chen Sheng was a little strange. Generally, new jailers would show some discomfort when they first arrived.

That is... irritability and depression! The environment of the Black Abyss Prison is too cold and depressing. Normal people will have some abnormal emotions when they come here.

But Mr. Chen didn't do that. He was in a very good mood and actually sat there. He chose a sunny place, planted some flowers, and lived a leisurely life.

"I have a magic method that can help me achieve immortality."

"I have a magic method that can help me achieve immortality."

"I have a magic method that can help me achieve immortality."

…

Mr. Chen was originally leisurely, but at this moment his peace was disturbed. There was a faint divine thought nagging in his mind, full of bewitching sounds.

I have a magic method that can make me immortal? How ridiculous.

The higher the level of spiritual practice, the more difficult it will feel. Immortality is the great way, but it is so narrow that it cannot accommodate one or two people. Billions of sentient beings are just stepping stones and cannot achieve the fruit of the Tao.

"Why is there no movement from that new kid? Could it be that I have been imprisoned for too long and my spiritual power has weakened?"

In a cell, Taoist Dapeng, who had a strange figure and a face like a giant bird, was muttering to himself and began to doubt himself.

When he saw the newcomers coming to Area A11, he suddenly became lively, like a cat playing with a mouse, adding a touch of brightness to the boring days.

As a practitioner, the practice method as bait will never go out of date.

He and his fellow inmates used this to manipulate people's minds and killed quite a few prison guards.

"No, I have to find another way."

Seeing that Chen Sheng didn't move, he thought that his spiritual power was weakened and couldn't pass through the repressive force of the cell and be transmitted to the outside.

"The Immortal Celestial Lord has come down to earth, believers, come and kneel to welcome him."

"Area A11, Room 16."

Taoist Dapeng bit his finger, and started writing and painting in the cell. He set up a formation, stepped on the magic circle, and left footprints as a pressure object.

He immersed his mind in the battle formation, stimulated his spirit, broke through the restraints of the cell, and passed the secret to Chen Sheng.

“It’s so annoying.”

Mr. Chen frowned. It was no use ignoring the other party, so he could only stand up and walk towards Room 16.

"Oh, I still can't sit still."

When Old Chang saw this scene, he sighed. In the end, Chen Qingdi couldn't resist the temptation and plunged right in.

He didn't try to stop it.

He had already said what he needed to warn and what he needed to say. All he could say was that this was his fate and it could not be changed.

besides.

This cannot be stopped. Once he stops him, the people who are bewitched will think that he is coveting the Dharma and snatching the opportunity.

"With just a few tricks, I can manipulate people's minds at will."

In room number 16, Taoist Dapeng was extremely excited, like a bloodthirsty hunter.

Next, he would use sharp lies to tear apart the other person's psychological defenses, drag him into the abyss, and then die in regret.

(End of this chapter)