The detained Beihai Sanren survived the next day and was taken to the execution ground for legal execution. He was chopped off by a steel knife and his head fell to the ground. He died at the hands of an ordinary executioner.

The common people and peddlers who were watching the scene finally understood that even a high-flying immortal would still die if his head was chopped off.

The enemies hiding in the dark were even more afraid, so the teacher from the academy used this to intimidate them and make an invisible demonstration.

The consequences of the attack on Wuxutai came later. A large number of high-ranking officials from aristocratic families were killed and sent to prison, and were beheaded every now and then.

In this way, many of the old camps in Changle Kingdom collapsed. Although it could not be said that the country was established overnight and all the ills were eliminated, it was also a rare victory.

Chen Lian took action, lifted up the academy and Wuxutai, and took back the power and rules bit by bit.

But she was not very happy because on the seventh day, Mr. Chen passed away.

She was reluctant to let him go, but she knew that Mr. Chen belonged to a wider world, so she could only smile and send him off.

Before leaving, Chen Sheng was still thinking about Chen Lian, so he gave her a batch of cultivation resources to infuse the Tongming Sword with magic power and restore it to its peak.

In terms of cultivation, he left a method of nourishing qi for the academy, which was a profound secret method that could cultivate righteous energy and allow weak scholars to have the ability to fight.

In this way, Chen Lian's lifelong "Tao fruit" can be consolidated, so that he will not die and leave behind regrets. It can be regarded as a gift from an elder to the younger generation.

Chen Lian had said that she didn't want him to take action to eradicate the ills in Changle Kingdom. He listened to her, but after leaving Changle Kingdom, he killed all the notorious cultivators in the surrounding area.

This residual power made many independent cultivators and immortal sects feel nervous and behaved more cautiously, knowing that the academy master had a powerful backer and should not be provoked.

Chen Sheng returned to the Black Abyss Prison. It was pitch black and silent all around. He lay on the armchair under the window with a relaxed look on his face. He talked to Chen Lian across thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Uncle Chen, you scared all the cultivators near Changle Country."

"These past few days, if I don't show up, those people will be worried, fearing that they will be killed."

"I am a teacher, I am reasonable. When they see me, they will think of me as seeing a tiger, which is not good."

…

Chen Lian sent a string of messages, saying that Chen Sheng's move was too big and had shocked the Changle Kingdom. It was like a warning to the enemy, which made her feel much more confident.

"Those things were not done by Uncle Chen..."

Mr. Chen turned over, looking lazy, letting time pass by little by little.

Three years.

The Black Abyss Prison remained silent, and the prisoners' arrogance had been reduced. This affected not only the A-11 area, but also other areas. The development of the 10th team was very rapid. Zhao Da was loyal to Chen Sheng and led his colleagues to fight and search for resources to strengthen himself.

The initially naive Xiaomang and the clever Qiliu have already matured, and there is a murderous and decisive aura in their words and deeds.

At Kuang Shucheng's birthday party, Kuang Mengting and Yang Li, who rushed to join him, had changed even more, and could be said to have been reborn.

Although Chen Sheng mostly let them do what they wanted, he never lost control of the overall framework and direction. He guided the two teenagers several times, helping them to overcome obstacles in their practice and lay a solid foundation.

Kuang Shucheng and Yang Huayue expressed their gratitude many times, and also encouraged the First Team and the Ninth Team to move closer to the Tenth Team, showing an atmosphere of continuous momentum and dominating all parties.

"clatter"

There were footsteps.

In the darkness, an old figure walked over. It was Dafu. He had lost weight, his blood and vitality had been greatly reduced, and his waist was no longer straight. The only thing that had not changed was his optimistic and kind attitude, which made him very likable.

Some younger people had a very good impression of him. They knew that he was an alchemist and they often surrounded him, treating patients and chatting with him.

"Prison boss, please help me take care of the medicine garden outside. I am old now and my energy is not good. I don't feel comfortable doing anything."

Da Fu was smiling as usual, but his blood energy had declined greatly. Taking care of the spiritual herbs was a delicate job, which was very stressful, so he had to find a helper.

“Here I come…”

Among all the prison guards, Dafu should be the only one who dares to ask Chen Sheng to work.

Mr. Chen did not feel anything unusual. There was no intrigue between the two of them, and they had similar personalities. Regardless of their level of cultivation and seniority, they were extremely comfortable.

"How is it being raised?"

The medicine garden remained the same size, and Dafu later thought about expanding it, but he felt too old and ultimately failed to do so.

However, there are still some changes. At least it is not like the beginning when you just took the fence and went around the wall of the Black Abyss Prison. It has been maintained for many years and every detail has been carefully taken care of.

In the fertile spiritual soil, every spiritual herb grows lush and green, with branches and flowers on top that sparkle like pearls, which is very rare.

"Well, your ability to grow spiritual herbs is improving. You don't look like a latecomer at all."

Mr. Chen nodded silently, as if he was a teacher reviewing his students' homework, and he was very satisfied.

Dafu has never stopped for decades, constantly learning knowledge about alchemy. With his accumulation of knowledge, he can now be called a senior first-level alchemist.

The spiritual herbs grown show great care and attention, which is definitely worthy of praise.

"real?"

Dafu was as happy as a child. It would be a disadvantage if one changed career path late. Chen Sheng's words helped him to resolve all the problems.

"real."

Mr. Chen looked serious, indicating that this was not just a compliment.

"hey-hey……"

All of a sudden, Dafule was delighted and felt very strong. He took the hoe in his hand, raised it high, and started to churn up the distant spiritual soil.

"Let me do it, don't hurt yourself."

Mr. Chen stepped forward to stop him. Although it was a small action, Dafu was exhausted and was not suitable for doing any strenuous work.

"It's okay. I'm happy."

Da Fu dodged, gripped the hoe tightly, turned over the spiritual soil around him, squatted down, picked out the weeds and gravel, and threw them aside.

Because of this boast, things took a different turn. Dafu said he asked Mr. Chen to help, but they mostly chatted.

He was in a good mood, and he carried a hoe and took care of the entire medicinal garden.

Then,

The two men squatted by the wall of the Black Abyss Prison and talked about the way of alchemy with passionate words, vaguely recalling the time when Chen Sheng taught the way of Dafu Alchemy.

The comfortable conversation was mixed with laughter. The sky gradually darkened and it turned out that half a day had passed.

"It's getting dark."

Dafu looked up at the setting sun. There was still some light, but he felt it was very dark. He murmured, "Prisoner, we have to take good care of that Cangmu grass."

The wind blew up, causing the white hair on his temples to fly up, scatter like grass, and then fall down.

"Don't worry, it's almost mature."

Mr. Chen replied.

Today, he fertilized the sedge and saw that its branches were strong and had a hint of woodiness, showing signs of maturity.

"OK……"

Dafu laughed, but it was not loud. It seemed as if something was blocking his throat and he had no strength.

He shook his head and whispered, seemingly helpless, and slowly walked back to the Black Abyss Prison, staying in his comfort zone.

…

"Prison boss, this is bad."

The next day, the sound of footsteps was heard in Area A11. Cai Rong came running in hurriedly, his face pale and his emotions fluctuating greatly.

Chen Sheng swept across the Black Abyss Prison with a pair of eyes as calm as water. He did not feel any movement. The surroundings were quiet and had a sense of deathly silence.

"Dafu has passed away."

Cai Rong felt a little sad. His colleague, with whom he had worked for many years, was gone. He leaned back in his chair and could never be woken up again.

"I'm leaving now..."

Mr. Chen sat on the cushion, looking majestic, steady and unaffected, but if you looked closely, his eyes, which were as calm as water, were already showing faint ripples.

Yesterday, he and Da Fu were chatting about everything under the sun. They spent most of the day talking about life and alchemy. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a farewell.

"What should we do next?"

Cai Rong had never dealt with a funeral before. He had seen prison guards from other districts die and they were simply taken away and buried somewhere, which was very sloppy.

Of course, that was a sudden death, and he didn't have a deep relationship with his colleagues. For someone like Dafu who died of old age and whom they had been with for decades, they would never want to let him go.

"Does Dafu have any descendants?"

The ripples in Chen Sheng's eyes had subsided. He calmed his mind and took care of Dafu's affairs after his death.

“Nothing.”

Cai Rong replied.

Dafu was lucky enough to become an immortal, and he practiced in seclusion in the Black Abyss Prison all the way. He had no intention of getting married, and focused all his energy on plants and trees. He lived a quiet and free life without too many constraints.

"Then let's do it for him."

Mr. Chen had to give Dafu a decent funeral, so he asked Cai Rong to find a funeral shop and buy a coffin, a larger and more spacious one, as well as some yellow paper, white banners, plain clothes, incense, candles, paper money, etc.

Cai Rong took charge of the matter and went to purchase funeral supplies without delay.

"Dafu, why are you walking so fast?"

Mr. Chen took small steps and came to Dafu's comfort zone, where there was a white wild grass. There was a faint fragrance in the quiet surroundings. At this time, Dafu was lying on an armchair with a peaceful expression, as if he was asleep, but his body was getting colder and he was no longer breathing.

"I can't talk anymore."

He stood there for a moment, but heard no answer. He sighed in a daze and said, "You guys..."

When you are dead, you can’t make any sound.

He looked at the quiet Da Fu, his eyes turned, as if penetrating the void, and came to the outer gate, seeing graves one by one.

Those are his past and past.

"Prison boss, what next?"

Half a day later, Cai Rong came back.

He showed his unfamiliar side, having no experience at all regarding the process of life and death.

"Guard the coffin for three days."

Mr. Chen said.

Wang Xian came back a day later. When he learned that Dafu had died, he looked sad. As for the funeral, he agreed with Chen Sheng's approach and helped him in every way he could.

at night.

Chen Sheng and the other two were dressed in plain clothes, sitting beside Dafu's coffin, using an iron bucket to light a fire, which illuminated the area.

"Prison boss, you seem to be quite familiar with funerals."

Cai Rong was quite stunned when he encountered this kind of thing, but Chen Sheng, who was much younger than him and more prominent, seemed to handle it with ease.

This is so curious.

"I've done it before. I can also play the suona. I'll play a piece for Dafu then."

Mr. Chen didn't say much. There is a saying that goes "he is so skilled that it makes people feel distressed." He gained this experience from burying several important people.

If given a choice, everyone in this world would prefer not to have this experience.

"With you here, Dafu's funeral was handled smoothly."

Cai Rong nodded. Although Chen Sheng was young, his abilities and skills were trustworthy enough. It would be easy to follow him and do things for him.

"He lived a carefree life, lived for more than 120 years, and died of old age. We don't need to be too sad."

Wang Xian flipped open the little intelligence notebook and recorded Dafu's existence. As his life story was revealed one by one, his sadness dissipated a little.

When Dafu looks at the world of immortal cultivation, he does not feel sad, but rather very happy.

Mr. Chen and Cai Rong remained silent. They agreed logically, but their emotions were still affected.

There was another silence.

"Where is he buried?"

Cai Rong broke the silence. Dafu and the coffin could not be left on the ground for long, and would eventually have to return to the underground.

Chen Sheng had already made up his mind, and said, "I remember there is a barren mountain next to Tianque Peak, with few people. It is a quiet place, and it is close to the Black Abyss Prison. It is convenient for Dafu's soul to come back to visit, and it is convenient for us to go and see him, so we will bury him there."

He asked Cai Rongming to go to the barren mountain early in the morning, find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, erect a monument, and prepare a grave. When the time comes, they can set off immediately.

This night seemed very long to Mr. Chen. Perhaps it was because he had not experienced the separation of life and death for a long time, or perhaps Dafu was indeed a close person to him, his mind was a little restless.

If the mind is not calm, many things will be magnified. At least he thought that the Black Abyss Prison was a bit noisy at this time.

Twenty districts, one prisoner after another, were suppressed in the cells, but still restless. Some were making small movements, some were going crazy, and some were roaring.

In the past, he was in a peaceful state of mind, watching the rise and fall of the Black Abyss Prison, but today he couldn't do that because it was too noisy.

"Captain, what do you want me to do?"

Zhao Da and others came. They received a message from Chen Sheng. They didn’t say anything specific, they just rushed over.

This does not quite fit Mr. Chen's style of doing things. In the past, he always asked them to do specific work and rarely show up in Area A11.

This time the incident was unusual and they were very concerned. They did not dare to delay and rushed over immediately.

"Keep the prisoners quiet. If anyone dares to jump out during this period, beat them down directly."

Mr. Chen ordered.

"yes."

Zhao Da felt a sense of firmness and indifference from the words, especially the eyes, which were somewhat deep and inexplicably reminded him of the Black Mountain Demon.

This was given to Mr. Chen by a prisoner. It is generally acknowledged that the man is scheming, ruthless and difficult to deal with.

He did not agree with this title, but felt that the extremely different title of "King of Heaven" was appropriate.

Mr. Chen is a person he admires very much, and is also the respected leader of the Dark Blade Tenth Team. His deep and mysterious personality is unforgettable.

I don't know how Zhao Da did it. I only know that there were faint noises throughout a short night and a long day. They became stronger in the middle, but became subtle again as dusk fell. Until nightfall, there was no sound at all.

Mr. Chen knew that the prisoners were not submissive, but simply chose to lie dormant and would erupt at another time.

But he didn't care, as long as they shut up for this moment, that was enough.

(End of this chapter)