The Black Abyss Prison.

Chen Sheng glanced around. Cell after cell was quiet, with some vacant, such as Cell No. 16. The first prisoner he came into contact with, Taoist Dapeng, had died of old age. His body was gathered in the wilderness, leaving behind a dead silence.

Time flies, forty years have passed.

He saw many changes in Area A11. After Yu Jifeng's prison break, the white wild grass and Shengyang grass that were replanted died and were replanted again. This was the second time they were planted. The prisoners in the cells had white hair and their waists became more hunched. Even some of the cells were worn out. One could see the traces of time in every way.

If you look at this kind of change superficially, you can't see anything. We can only say that he has been observing it for a long time, day by day, month by month, year by year, and has seen it with his eyes and it is reflected in his heart, so he can see it clearly.

He could also clearly feel some invisible things, such as "prestige". He was not bragging, he was indeed quite respected in Dark Blade.

Among them, he has the title of captain of the tenth team, but more importantly, he has the methods he uses. He treats prisoners fiercely and sees through them like a fire, but he is mostly gentle to his subordinates and fellow Taoists.

With such a temperament, it is inevitable that people will feel close to him. When they gather together for a long time, the flame will rise higher and higher, and he will naturally become powerful.

He didn't care much about these things. What he was more concerned about was Chen Lian who was out and still on the way.

I don’t know what I did, I just knew that I was very happy and enjoyed it very much, and I found the “Tao”.

The younger generation is often worried. Leading troops alone to enforce the law is also very busy. There are continuous battles without a break, and they may not see each other for a year.

It is better to stay as a jailer in the Black Abyss Prison, where there is stability and peace of mind, which makes him feel a sense of familiarity.

"These two have been here for many years. We need to add new items."

Da Fu walked over. His hair had turned a little gray and his steps were a little heavier. He was still fat, with gentle eyes and brows, a bit like an old polar bear.

In his hand, he held a small flowerpot with a bonsai-like magical herb growing in it. Its branches were vigorous, yet it exuded a bit of childish charm.

It was gently placed next to the white wild grass and the yang-producing grass, forming an image of three yangs ushering in good fortune.

"Cangmu grass is a first-grade spiritual herb with a slow growth cycle. Your plant is not very old. If you want it to bloom brilliantly, you will have to wait for several years."

Chen Sheng took a look at Da Fu, then his eyes fell on the spiritual herb on the ground. He immediately recognized that it was a precious first-level spiritual herb that looked like grass but was actually wood, and had a growth cycle of several years.

This time is not fixed. If more fertilizer is applied, it can definitely be reduced.

"That's just right."

Da Fu murmured in a low voice, feeling somewhat melancholy, then he remembered something and said excitedly, "I got lucky the day before yesterday."

You can see that he is very happy. Although he looks old, when he is happy, he has the innocence of a child.

"What good news?"

Mr. Chen asked.

"I have refined a furnace of top-grade Qi Condensation Pills."

Dafu had a proud look in his eyes. He reached into his bosom and took out a delicate jade bottle. He said, "This one is for you. Although you don't need it much, it's a souvenir. I'll give the rest to future generations."

He has been refining pills for forty-two years, but he became a monk halfway through his career and his aptitude is not high. Among first-class alchemists, he can only be considered lower-middle level. It is definitely a bit of luck that he was able to refine a furnace of top-grade Qi Condensation Pills.

"It's very special. I'll keep it."

Chen Sheng was stunned for a moment, thinking back to when he had just become an alchemist and had given Qi Condensing Pills to the two deacons of the outer sect, but they have passed away now. Looking at Dafu's head full of white hair, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

"This is my pinnacle work. I won't be able to refine it anymore."

Dafu knew that his alchemy skills had reached their peak, and his energy for alchemy was declining year by year. Although his alchemy skills had become more and more proficient, the two complemented each other, and he also relied on a bit of luck to refine the best Qi Condensing Pills.

From then on, he rarely opened the furnace to make elixirs, as he really couldn't do it anymore.

"Then you have to learn about spiritual herbs and can't slack off."

Mr. Chen did not mention words like "aging" and "death" but talked about something a little lighter. He said that Dafu was able to take this path because of his passion.

In this case, you can continue to love it and try to forget the passage of time.

"OK……"

Da Fu sensed something, but didn't say much and just nodded. He really liked alchemy and spiritual herbs, and he kept tinkering with them without feeling lonely.

"Da Fu, don't we have a share?"

Two teasing voices were heard in the Black Abyss Prison.

They were Cai Rong and Wang Xian. They had not aged as much as Dafu, but Cai Rong was already middle-aged with gray hair at the temples, while Wang Xian was extremely steady and had long lost his youthful figure.

"You don't need it anymore."

Dafu smiled. Cai Rong and Wang Xian were both in the late stage of Qi Refining. They were not young anymore. It was meaningless to increase their rank by half a level or one level. He joked, "Leave it to the young people."

As soon as the words came out, it didn't seem like a joke. The traces of time could be seen on Cai Rong and Wang Xian.

Only Chen Sheng still looked young, with no signs of aging. Everyone thought he had a high level of cultivation and did not think much about it.

"These years have been horribly comfortable."

A trace of sigh emerged on Cai Rong's face. He was a little cautious. The deceased former prison boss called him a "model jailer" and he strictly abided by the three survival rules of the Black Abyss Prison.

The fact is, he doesn't like it, but in order to survive, he can only protect himself with layers of serious and silent masks.

After Mr. Chen arrived, he suppressed Area A11 and put an end to the prisoners' arrogance.

He was able to live safely in the Black Abyss Prison. Over the years, he was very leisurely, calm and content.

Suddenly Dafu pointed it out to me, and I realized that time flies quickly. Many years have passed and I am no longer young.

"When I went to other areas, it was mentioned that it was Area A11, and it became much easier to gather intelligence."

Wang Xian was also touched. Mr. Chen alone changed the fate of many people. At least they received a lot of blessings.

As he spoke, he talked about the current situation, saying: "The Black Abyss Prison is scary, but Jiayishi is well-known, and some people want to come in and take up a position."

It was still because of Mr. Chen that the feared Black Abyss Prison would one day become popular. It was quite a magical feeling.

"There's nothing we can do unless we add more people to the top."

Da Fu noticed this, but to be honest, one or two more jailers or one or two less jailers would not make much difference to the current District A11.

Mr. Chen alone has suppressed the prisoners, both mentally and physically.

They are purely a decoration.

"clatter"

There were footsteps coming from far away.

The person who came was a Dark Blade monk, a young man in black robe and carrying a sword. He walked in the corridor of the Black Abyss Prison with ease and composure, like a tiger or wolf, intimidating the prisoners in turn.

When he stepped into Area A11, his fierce aura slowly faded away. When he saw the young figure under the window sill, he was even more respectful. He stepped forward and bowed, "But is it Lord Chen Qingdi?"

He lowered his head, but after a brief contact, he remembered Chen's face, and later he boasted about it to the people in the team, and he was able to explain it clearly.

"It's me."

Mr. Chen responded.

The Dark Blade monk handed over an invitation respectfully, without a trace of arrogance in his behavior, as if he was affiliated with the Dark Blade team that Chen Sheng was in.

If he could choose, he would, because the treatment of the Tenth Team and Chen Sheng's methods and abilities have already spread.

Such a Fukuzawa subordinate, a man of great ability, is enough to win the respect of anyone.

…

"Kuang Shucheng, 200th birthday banquet."

Mr. Chen opened the invitation, which was for a birthday party. The signer was Kuang Shucheng, the captain of the first team, and he was very polite.

He did not refuse the kind invitation and said to the messenger, "Tell Fellow Daoist Kuang that I will go."

Ten days later.

Tianque Peak.

This mountain is shaped like a big sword, with a sense of loneliness and arrogance, but now it is dispersed by a wave of enthusiastic popularity.

From the mountainside down, the trees were all covered in red and decorated with colorful ribbons, and the swords on the mountain path were engraved with words of blessing. There were quite a few dark blade monks wearing black robes. When the work was almost done, they built attics and pavilions at the foot of the mountain, and set up a banquet. It was so joyful.

"Why is it so lively today?"

The immortal sect monks passing by had strange expressions on their faces. Tianque Peak was close to the Black Abyss Prison, and there were often one or two Dark Blade monks practicing on the mountain.

This mountain is lonely and arrogant, and the people are dangerous, like a vicious sword. After a long time, the outer peak disciples no longer stay here, and gradually, it has become a dojo of dark blades.

However, Tianque Peak is usually quiet, and it is rare to see such a bustling place.

"Kuang Shucheng of Dark Blade is hosting a banquet."

An insider said.

For a moment, many people were silent, as they were unaware of Kuang Shucheng's reputation.

"He lives deep in the Black Abyss Prison. Although he may not be well-known outside, he is definitely one of the strongest."

The man was also a chatty person, and he explained to everyone that Kuang Shucheng was a hidden blade, not many people knew about him because he was not in the spotlight, but his combat record was real, and he had been present in some major battles.

"Those who can reach the top of the mountain are all powerful people."

After hearing this, passers-by realized how powerful Kuang Shucheng was. Anyone who could sit down and discuss philosophy with such a powerful man at his birthday party was definitely not an ordinary person.

at this time.

A man came to the foot of Tianque Mountain. He had a slender figure and looked very young, but there were traces of time in his eyebrows and eyes, which were very deep.

He looked down and saw many Dark Blade monks. He said, "Zhao Da and the others are practicing silently but not coming. I feel a little lonely."

This joking idea was doomed to fail.

"Swish, swish, swish"

Sitting at the place with the widest view was the person who delivered the invitation to Mr. Chen. When he saw Mr. Chen, his eyes lit up. Many people noticed it and gave him inquiring eyes, and after receiving an affirmative reply.

"grown ups!"

One by one, the Dark Blade monks stood up suddenly, their heads lowered slightly from being proud, like a row of standard-bearers, waiting for their leader's inspection.

"Thank you for your courtesy, Fellow Daoist Kuang."

Mr. Chen expressed his gratitude to the person approaching him, thinking in his heart that Kuang Shucheng was very meticulous in his courtesy and had even arranged for his subordinates to wait at the foot of the mountain early on.

"Sir, I am from the fifth team..."

The man hesitated.

He had a lot to say, but before that, he had to clear up this misunderstanding and not give the good impression to the First Team.

"You... don't have to be so polite. I can just go up there by myself."

Chen Sheng nodded slightly and walked away with his hands behind his back. There were many Dark Blade monks in front of him, and there might be another team showing up, so he decided not to worry about it.

"Master Chen is indeed as gentle as the rumors say..."

"He is not gentle with prisoners and enemies..."

"Wouldn't it be more charismatic this way?"

At the foot of the mountain, many Dark Blade monks looked at Chen Sheng going up the mountain, whispering to each other and praising him.

He is really gentle and has no airs. When you talk to him, you are always treated kindly and equally, which is unforgettable.

…

Chen Sheng didn't know what people were thinking, so he walked up along the mountain path, watching the wind and clouds, the chirping of birds, until the view in front of him suddenly became broad, and he looked out from a high place, overlooking the scene of the Immortal Sect.

He looked again and saw a jade table on a flat area on the top of the mountain. Four figures were sitting on cushions woven with spiritual tree branches. One of them was the acquaintance Yang Huayue.

He had met the other three people a few times. The thin old man in the lead was Kuang Shucheng, the one with a somewhat rebellious look was Huang Sheng from the fifth team, and the one with a deep sword mark on the back of his hand was He Chao from the seventh team.

"Everyone, Chen is late, I'm really sorry."

Such a scene did not make Chen Sheng feel the slightest bit restrained. He laughed loudly, bowed, and his sleeves fluttered in the wind, looking indescribably relaxed.

"No, we came early."

Huang from the fifth team did not look rebellious, but instead showed obvious kindness. It was because he had recognized Chen's ability and methods.

"I have long wanted to drink and chat with Fellow Daoist Chen, and today I finally got my wish."

He Chao from the seventh team looked delighted. He stood up, pulled Chen Sheng over and sat next to him.

In an instant, Chen Sheng integrated into it, and nothing unpleasant happened.

"It's thanks to me that you can be so close to Fellow Daoist Chen."

The leader, Kuang Shucheng, joked with a smile that the ten Dark Blade teams were not necessarily united, and when encountering major events, it would be natural for the warden to give orders.

Normally, the warden doesn't care and they all refuse to obey orders. They take care of their own business and don't want others to interfere.

For example, today's birthday banquet had the fifth, seventh, ninth, tenth, and his first team, as well as half of the Dark Blade senior executives, which was already very good.

As for the rest of the people, they were either aloof or incompatible, so it was normal that they didn’t come.

"Okay, give me a bigger birthday gift."

Yang Huayue was most familiar with Mr. Chen and did not mind throwing some money and property to make this beautiful story come true.

Huang Sheng and He Chao had no objection. They came here today because Kuang Shucheng had been working in the Black Abyss Prison for many years and had both ability and reputation, so they wanted to make friends with him. A generous birthday gift also showed that he valued them.

Besides, next to him is Chen Qingdi, who has risen strongly in recent years. He is so stingy that people look down on him for no reason.

(End of this chapter)