He looked carefully at each cell, and seeing that the prisoners were quiet and not causing any trouble, he nodded slightly, very satisfied.

After one or two rounds, he didn't find anything unusual, so he returned to his small space and did nothing.

As expected, he had already finished the day's work. As his distant uncle said, it was truly a job for the elderly.

And this story begins more than a year ago.

At that time, he was still a young man in a small town in the mundane world. He suddenly received a letter from a distant relative saying that he had found a job for him. Without saying a word, he went out with a few clothes in his hand.

Then, he entered the Black Abyss, a deep and dark place. He was a little scared at first, as he always felt that there was something horrible hidden in it.

After staying there for a long time, I found that the light was just dim and nothing would happen.

However, according to my second uncle from a distant relative, in his time, the Black Abyss Prison was very infested, and the prisoners within its jurisdiction were extremely calculating and scheming, and they deceived the jailers so much that three major rules of survival emerged.

The end of the dangerous era of the Black Abyss Prison came from a jailer named "Chen Qingdi". His experience is unique and he is the kind of person that people look up to.

"Second Uncle, is Senior Qingdi really a big shot?"

Wang Zhu found it difficult to empathize with these stories as he had not experienced them. However, he had seen the protagonist of the stories, Chen Qingdi. He was a very young boy with a gentle voice, like a brother next door.

When he first met him, he did call him "brother", but "Second Uncle" Wang Xian's face turned dark, thinking that there was a generation gap between them, so he changed it to "senior".

No matter what he is called, it is true that Chen Qingdi is a gentle person. It is difficult for him to overlap his figure with those majestic bigwigs.

"It's huge. Bigger than any you've ever seen."

Wang Xian said affirmatively.

There is a saying that goes "the one who is close to the water gets the moon first." Chen Sheng's power and status can be regarded as a terrifying big man in the eyes of the immortal sect and the border areas.

Such people are the leaders of countless immortal cultivation families, and they are someone they will never be able to meet in their entire lives.

No matter which sect Chen Sheng visited, he would be treated with the highest courtesy. Everyone he met was respectful and dared not disobey him.

In other words, he hoped for help. Only with the identity of "Jail Guard of Area A11" could he see him often, and even talk to him face to face without any scruples, despite his humble status.

"I can't tell."

Wang Zhu touched the back of his head, a little confused. He had only met a handful of big shots in his life. The mayor of the small town in the past directly governed thousands of people and was quite impressive. Then, when he entered the Immortal Sect, he met young monks with flowing white robes, who were truly godly figures.

Apart from that, everyone else is mediocre. Second Uncle is like Mr. Chen, not very powerful, but more of the warmth of elders.

"You have a good attitude and won't get tired."

Wang Xian looked helpless and a little sighing. He hoped that because he had a kind heart and limited knowledge, he could maintain a calm state of mind in front of Mr. Chen.

If it were him, even if he and Mr. Chen had not been friends from a humble beginning, had a colleague relationship, and had been getting along for decades, he would have been nervous too.

After all, Mr. Chen is now in such a high position that he can change a person's fate with just a slight push, which makes it difficult for people to treat him normally.

"You must be serious about your cultivation. Study the biography I gave you carefully. When you feel you have grown strong enough and want to go out and experience the world, you will have the confidence to do so."

Wang Xian kept reminding him that this was how his life would be, but if he gave everything he had accumulated throughout his life to Wang Zhu, perhaps this young man could go further.

"Uncle, I know."

Hoping that he could understand this care, he was deeply moved. He also worked hard on his cultivation, read biographies, and tried to understand people's hearts, not wanting to disappoint those who cared about him.

"It's really good that you invited this distant nephew to come. It adds a little more liveliness and makes the place less lonely."

Cai Rong, with white hair and beard, sat there, watching Wang Xian teaching his nephew from afar, with a smile on his face, like an old grandfather looking at a lively child under the warm sun.

"Why don't you call a tribe member over to help you avoid being too lonely in your old age."

Since Wang Zhu arrived, Wang Xian's mood has improved a lot. Seeing Cai Rong's situation, he couldn't help but make a suggestion.

"After you and me, District A11 only hopes for help. We must indeed recruit one or two more jailers."

Cai Rong was a little moved. He didn't feel anything when he was young, but when he got old, sometimes when he thought of the deceased Lao Changtou and Dafu, he felt empty in his heart and actually missed them a little.

If there was a young man with his own interests around him, he could talk to him. Although he had nothing good to give, his acquaintance with Mr. Chen was a great opportunity and it would not be considered a waste of time for the young man.

"Then wait until the prison boss comes and tell him."

Wang Xian agreed that although Jia Shiyi was safe, necessary supervision was necessary. He and Cai Rong were old and would not live for many years. It would not be appropriate to leave Wang Zhu alone after they were both gone.

"say what?"

It seems to manifest itself due to thought.

A young figure walked out from the depths of the Black Abyss Prison. The surrounding darkness was suppressed for a moment. It was as if there was a faint light, and the void became brighter.

"We are both getting older, and there are not many people in Area A11. I want to let a young man from the tribe come in and do some work."

When Cai Rong saw Chen, he still looked like a teenager and the years had not taken their toll on him. He felt that Chen was unfathomable, but fortunately they had been friends for many years, so he did not flinch and calmly expressed his feelings.

"It's simple."

Chen Sheng immediately wrote a letter of appointment, stamped it with the imperial seal, and asked Cai Rong to use it to clear the way. There would be no obstacles and he would be able to achieve his goal soon.

"Senior Qingdi, you are a big shot and have experienced a lot. Can you tell me some interesting stories about the outside world?"

Hoping for help today, I have heard how miraculous Mr. Chen is, but I still don’t know the details. Now that the real person is in front of me, my eyes light up slightly. Even though I am a naive boy, I am also very interested in the interesting stories of the immortal world.

"It cannot be said. It cannot be said."

Mr. Chen thought for a moment and shook his head. The past was actually not interesting. It was full of joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and a sad ending.

There are only a few people like Dafu who die peacefully without regrets. Most people are unwilling to see their life end and their spiritual practice go in vain.

Although he seems to be doing well, he is actually deeply hurt inside and does not feel that he has any glory to boast about.

“I see…”

I hope you can understand, but I can't hide a hint of disappointment. My first glimpse into the immortal path has failed.

Mr. Chen changed the subject and said with some encouragement, "You can go and see it yourself. Outsiders' stories are always less exciting than experiencing it in person."

Most of the immortals are frustrated people, but since they can attract so many people to follow them, there must be endless wonders hidden in their hearts.

"I am too ordinary. I am afraid I will never have any exciting experiences in my life."

Wang Xian smiled bitterly. He was lonely in his youth, and without the help of his distant uncle, he was still starving in a remote village.

Coming to the Black Abyss Prison and working as a jailer, even though he has enough food and clothing, he is still at the bottom of the immortal path.

How can a person like him soar into the sky like a dragon? The only thing he should do is to live a peaceful and boring life.

"I will pass on this Xuanhuang Qi Condensation Technique to you. There may be opportunities in the future."

Chen Sheng chuckled and placed his finger on Wang Zhu's brow. Hundreds of words of the Xuan Huang Qi Condensation Technique were arranged in order in his sea of ​​consciousness like flying swallows.

"Yeah."

The first method was taught by Wang Xian. It was a simple Qi-refining technique. Although it could not be compared with the Xuanhuang Qi-condensing technique, it was extremely memorable.

"Prison boss, this is too valuable."

Wang Xian thought of Chang Silu, now the Iron Punishment Director of the Law Enforcement Hall, who had also learned the Xuanhuang Qi Condensation Technique, accumulated foundation, and soared into the sky.

His heart was shaken, feeling both happy and a little nervous, wondering if Wangzhu could handle it.

"It's no problem."

Chen Sheng shook his head slightly at Wang Xian, indicating that it was all right, and then instructed: "If Cai Rong's clan members come over tomorrow, you can also summon him."

Area A11 is where he has stayed for the longest time in the Black Abyss Prison. He has been with several jailers for many years and they have a friendship.

Among these people, Lao Changtou and Dafu have passed away, leaving only Cai Rong and Wang Xian.

Now that these two people are old, I would do more for them while I can.

Afterwards, Chen Sheng received a message from the warden and left the Black Abyss Prison.

"The jailer is a sentimental man."

Looking at his departing figure, Wang Xian and Cai Rong sighed a lot. Time can prove many things. Whether it is character or cultivation, Mr. Chen is top-notch.

These two old guys are of no use, but Mr. Chen still takes good care of them, just for the sake of their friendship.

Wang Xian kept reminding Wang Zhu that if anyone can help Chen Sheng in the future, they must not be lazy.

On the side, Cai Rong nodded repeatedly and decided to follow suit, which resulted in all the young men in the tribe taking a cognitive lesson as soon as they arrived.

…

Inner door.

A certain magnificent yet deserted and lonely palace is where the warden recuperates after retirement.

"Warden."

Mr. Chen entered the place, passed the main gate, and saw the warden in the hall. He was old, and the bright light in his eyes had dimmed a lot. Perhaps he had given up his power and restrained his majesty. He was like an old man in the mortal world and did not give any sense of oppression.

"Qingdi, do you feel any pressure sitting in that position?"

When he saw Mr. Chen, a smile appeared on the warden's face. This was the time he smiled the most since he met Mr. Chen. Even though there was an age difference between them, there was always a sense of comfort as if they were old friends meeting.

Mr. Chen understood what he said instantly, and it was this harmony that made him care about this person.

"fine."

There is no sign of pressure on Mr. Chen. Normally, his eyes are very warm, like a pool of clear water, giving people a comfortable feeling.

He looked neither anxious nor depressed, but rather calm and composed.

"Haha, I was overthinking it. You are a person with a lot on your mind."

The warden secretly admired, but couldn't help but say one more sentence, "Since Fairy Yiyuan and others were cleared out, there have been few geniuses in the sect. But behind the rooster case, there is a game involving the immortal sect, which may not be resolved. You have to be vigilant."

The game of chess is complicated. Some of the high-ranking officials of the five major immortal sects think they are extremely powerful and act tyrannically, but in the end they end up with their souls destroyed.

He was afraid that Mr. Chen didn't understand and thought that he could sleep soundly since he was in a high position.

"The game between the five major immortal sects in the border area has never really stopped."

Chen Sheng's eyes were deep, as if he could see through time and space, and he was overlooking the borderland from a higher dimension.

In this ancient land, frictions of all sizes are constant, fighting occurs every day, and the game between the five major immortal sects has never stopped.

He was well aware of the catastrophe that had lasted for more than a hundred years, which had caused the deaths and injuries of countless independent cultivators and fellow practitioners, and ended with the deaths of Chen Ergou and other Jindan Zhenren in a fight.

The current Rooster Case involves a huge amount of manpower and material resources, causing the genius of Guangxiu Xianzong to die for no reason.

"The Dark Blade is the ceremonial weapon of the Black Abyss Prison, and it is also a powerful trump card of the Immortal Sect. You must not waste it."

The warden agreed and said, "I have already stepped down. Now the Black Abyss Prison respects you as the leader. You can do whatever you want. You can promote those who are easy to use and dismiss those who are annoying. Everything is up to you."

In the mortal dynasties, there is a saying that every dynasty has its own ministers, and the same is true in the world of immortal cultivation.

Since Chen Sheng took office, the structure of the Black Abyss Prison has remained unchanged. He was afraid that it was because of him that Chen Sheng was cautious and did not make any adjustments.

"I can handle it."

Chen Sheng felt warm in his heart. This was a true heartfelt confession. He didn't need it, but he accepted the offer and explained, "The reason I didn't move is that I felt it was not the right time."

He is not a harsh person, and even if he dislikes his old subordinates, he will treat them with respect.

Time is long, so there is no need to argue about the short term. If you take it slow, you will be able to see the gains and losses that accumulate. When the time comes, you can act like thunder and achieve your wish in one fell swoop.

"I just said it casually. As I said before, the Black Abyss Prison is now running according to your will. Just keep it in mind."

The warden nodded, paused, and began to talk again, as if he wanted to tell you all his life experiences in an instant.

"Prisoners are a kind of resource. The more the better. If nothing else, we can ask Dark Blade to take action and capture some notorious monks and put them in jail. Anyway, those scum will harm people if they are left outside."

"The Black Abyss Prison does have some background. The Dark Blade monks' cultivation methods may be a bit overbearing and cold, but their offensive power is incomparably strong."

"Since you are in a high position, you should have great responsibilities. Everything should be based on your own wishes. You should also have the courage to try to mend the sky with your own hands."

"When you practice, your thoughts must be clear, and it is best not to regret when you are old."

…

Every word is full of friendship.

The warden spoke slowly, but he said a lot. Some of his insights were gained after taking many detours, and they are very valuable.

"Warden, do you feel any regret or remorse?"

Mr. Chen was silent, listening to the old man's life experience. If he was not a close friend, he would never tell him in person, so he broke it down and told it in detail.

To be able to do this, it definitely means that they treat him as their own.

He returned the favor and thought of Cai Rong when he was old and had his own wishes, so he wanted to ask the warden about his regrets and do something for him.

"This life is very good."

The warden thought for a long time and suddenly smiled. He had the pride of a rock that remained hard and true to its original color after weathering storms, the fortitude to overcome many hardships with coldness and determination, and the integrity of his heart as he stood at the top of the Immortal Sect for one or two hundred years, suppressing a group of prisoners with bad deeds.

He has no regrets. He follows the right path and takes each step firmly. He has no regrets.

(End of this chapter)