It was late in the night, darkness enveloped the entire land. Lightning randomly shot through the dense clouds, momentarily illuminating the sky, causing the river to reflect light brightly. The shadow of a person could be seen as he jumped off the ship, onto the pier. It was dark once again.
Raindrops fell unrelentingly. On both sides of the pier were irrigated paddy fields, with lush golden rice crops swaying in the wind. Based on the size of these crops, they were almost ripe for harvesting. Pei Zi Yun touched the blade of his sword, ‘According to the captain, the river currents flow in this direction and thus, would be significantly faster. It seems like I’m here at the crossing already.’
‘This road before me leads to Cross Town. Usually, there would be swarms of people around here. However at this hour, everyone is asleep. However there are still several lanterns lighted inside the houses, giving off a faint light on the streets.‘
‘The only problem was that there would be the sound of dogs barking at night.’
That’s how it was, living in a town. As long as a dog sees a movement in the bushes, it would start barking. The moment a single dog started barking, all the dogs in the town would follow its lead and start barking as well. Their incessant barkings would inevitably scare away many potential bandits and thieves as it would be sure to rouse the villagers awake.
Pei Zi Yun hid under the cover of darkness and felt a cold wind blow across. There would always be a symphony of cicadas singing in the night. However since it was winter, their sounds were mournful and desolate.
“I remember that there was a monastery, and beside the monastery was a mansion. That was where Li Wen Jing lives. But this was just based on hearsay, I’ve got to search it out myself.”
He walked along the stone pavements until he saw the monastery. Indeed there was a mansion nearby. It was enveloped by the surrounding trees, concealing it from unwanted eyes. On the ledge nearby the entrance were two lion statues. Pei Zi Yun approached closer and a sign indicating "Li Mansion” could be seen. Pei Zi Yun was elated. This was indeed where Li Wen Jing lived.
Pei Zi Yun was just about to climb over the hall when he felt the Plum Blossom quiver. His heart nearly jumped out. It seems like this Li Wen Jing had placed some protective Dao spells along these walls to prevent any intruders. This was going to be hard.
‘With the establishment of the new dynasty, the Imperial Qi is flourishing and law is being enforced. Apart from the officially approved monasteries, which have an official presiding over, the practice of Dao arts is being suppressed everywhere else.’
‘This was a huge pier and based on the original owner’s memories, Li Wen Jing did not possess any Dao arts. He most certainly would not be able to cover the entire mansion with protective spells.’
Pei Zi Yun was thinking about this point as he circled the mansion, looking for a weak spot he could exploit. Just as he was walking, the Plum Blossom on his forehead went dim. ‘This spot has no protective enchantments!’ Pei Zi Yun was overjoyed. He then swung himself over the wall at that spot.
He was wondering if Li Wen Jing would be home tonight. If he was, he would be slaughtered tonight. And Zhang Jie Yu would have to deal with a broken wing.
When he got near the yard, he noticed that wild flowers and grass covered it and there were many strange rocks around. There was also a small pond within the yard. He was approaching the main block when a ferocious dog sprang up on him. Just as it was about to bark, there was a flash of a sword and the point of the sword stabbed into the skull of the dog. It died almost immediately. It's carcass lying motionlessly on the ground.
Pei Zi Yun picked up the carcass of the dog and hid it behind a large rock before starting to feel his way around in the darkness, heading for the house. He was unsure if Li Wen Jing was in at this point since there weren't any patrolling guards around, however, he was glad that there wasn’t any guard.
Pei Zi Yun advanced cautiously. Once there was a glimmer in the Plum Blossom, he knew that it was a warning and crept behind a pillar to hide. It was quiet and serene in the yard and Pei Zi Yun knew that he wasn't here. He proceed along the corridor when he suddenly heard the sound of women laughing, as if she was playing around, carrying a mischievous air.
Pei Zi Yun headed towards the direction of the sound and before long, he could smell the fragrance of a woman’s perfume. There were the smells of osmanthus, roses and rouge. The mixture of these scents wafted through the yard.
Pei Zi Yun followed the sounds and the scent until he heard the sound of a man. It sounded like he was teasing the girl. Pei Zi Yun was excited after hearing his voice. This was really the will of the heavens. This Li Wen Jing’s fate was turning bad, and his life was going to be cut short, simply by being at home tonight.
Pei Zi Yun crept up and carefully pushed the window open, creating a small gap. Hot air immediately gushed out. There were several women inside. It was a cold spring night outside, yet it was warm inside due to the heat from the fireplace.
Upon closer inspection, the women were all wearing nightgowns, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Pei Zi Yun felt strange. ‘Could Li Wen Jing not be home tonight?’
Pei Zi Yun shifted his glance to one of the women who was lying on her back. There was some movement within her gown as a man’s head emerged from beneath the gown. He then crawled on top of her and whispered words into her ears. Before having intimate relations with her.
The room was filled with lust. After some time, the man did not seem to be satisfied and he picked another woman up by his hands and started caressing her. Once again, lust permeated the entire room.
Pei Zi Yun took a closer look at this man, and ascertained that he was indeed Li Wen Jing. He had seen his images in the original owner’s memory and could match his features with memories.
Another crazy party?
Pei Zi Yun could not help but smile coldly to himself, ‘Although this man is crafty and scheming, he could not thread along the Dao, and thus has no Dao arts. I’ll have to be patient and wait for the opportune time to strike. Getting to see him tonight is a gift from the heavens, for me to kill.’
Pei Zi Yun would wait for him to finish having his fun. Naturally he would be drained and exhausted from all the sexual relations. Even if he had some rudimentary knowledge of Dao abilities, he would still be unable to replenish his energy right after sex. These girls clearly thought they would gain easier entry into Dao if they had relations with him.
Using these women to satisfy himself did have some implications. He would be drained of all energy, and thus would not be able to put up much of a fight.
The sounds of passion filled the entire room and each of these ladies were extremely beautiful in their own right. At this point, Li Wen Jing felt an unexplainable sense of uneasiness. He then paused for sometime, his eyes trying to locate the source of his discomfort.
‘The protective enchantments were not tampered with. Where is my uneasiness coming from?’
Li Wen Jing stood up abruptly, leaving the girls feeling dissatisfied. Seeing their man walking away, they held him back and tried to make him stay. However, he was not wearing clothes and was sweating, making it hard to actually get a hold of him. Li Wen Jing trembled and walked out. The ladies had no choice but to sit there and wait for him, protesting against his actions in unison.
Li Wen Jing did not seem to care. He retrieved the sword from the wall, and walked towards the corridor. He looked around but could not find anything out of the ordinary. Since he was having a fun time, he had sent his patrolling men some distance away to give them privacy. He was just about to call for his men to come when he turned the corner and heard a "woosh” sound.
Instantaneously he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw the tip of the sword coming out from his left chest. Blood gushed out of the wound and dripped down on his body. His entire vision went black. Just as he was falling to the ground he opened his mouth to scream in pain.
“Shut up!” The person behind took a rag and stuffed it into his mouth to muffle the screams he might make in his dying moments. After some time, his thrashing and shaking eventually ceased as he laid there motionless, dead.
“That’s the difference between someone with a heart, and someone without.” He then left the dead man on the floor and exited through the yard. He saw a stable, and immediately went in search for a horse to ride.
“Who is it?” Pei Zi Yun was about to ride the horse away from this place. The stable boy had seen someone riding the horse. Since it seemed like he was doing it openly and without any element of stealth, he assumed it was nothing important and thus did not raise the alarm. It was dark and he could not see hence he asked again, "Who is it?”
Before any other words were uttered, a large rock fell upon his head and he everything went black before fell to the ground.
Pei Zi Yun pulled the the horse towards the stable boy and drew his sword. He was deciding if he should end his life. He hesitated, "This person did not see my face at all. I shall spare him!”
He then rode his horse towards the back door.
When he had reached the main road, kicked his saddles, and the horse ran faster into the darkness of the night.
The women in the room felt that something was amiss. Just as they were having fun with their master he left the room. Even if it was to deal with something important he should’ve been back by now. They then put on some clothes and walked out in search for him.
When the walked out of the door, they were greeted with the smell and sight of fresh blood on the ground. The blood on the ground had someone congealed. One of the women gave out a shriek and fainted, falling flat on her face.
The rest of the women followed the trail of the blood, and finally found the dead body of a man at the end of the corridor. A sword was still planted in his back, and came out through his chest.
One brave women went up to him and checked for any signs of life, but there wasn’t any. His entire body had already turned cold. In intense fear she shouted with all her might, "Men! Your master has been killed. Your master has been killed! Come, men!”
…………
Late at night
The rain was gradually receding as moonlight shone down brightly. The horse was running at breakneck speeds. It was clear, that this was no ordinary horse. However, after running for some distance, the horse was exhausted.
Pei Zi Yun turned back to look and all that he could see were the many bright stars flickering overhead. From afar, he could see the huge walls of the capital city, "Hey this horse has ran 50 kilometers in such a short time, it’s really impressive. It must be worth at least 50 silver taels.”
“It’s such a shame that I’m unable to take you with me.” Pei Zi Yun started reducing his speed and pulled the horse close to a nearby stream. The stream was gurgling as ripples formed all around.
Pei Zi Yun jumped off the horse, and with a swift strike, stabbed the horse right in the heart. The horse did not die immediately, but jumped up in shock and fell into the stream. Blood was starting to flow into the stream, as a small area was covered in red hot blood.
Pei Zi Yun stripped off his clothes. Although he had been very careful the entire time, there were bloodstains on his clothes. He then tossed them into the stream.
Pei Zi Yun looked at the wall surrounding the city. When in times of war, not only would there be people patrolling those walls, all the foliages and trees within a hundred metres would be cut down so enemies would be unable to hide. Since it was peacetime now, there was nobody patrolling, and the trees were able to act as a good cover for him. Using the nearby trees and fence, he climbed over into the city.
“Quick! The sun’s almost up.”
At this moment the streets were glistening from the previous night's rain. There was not a soul yet. The lanterns outside each shop had already been extinguished. Pei Zi Yun did not take the main road, and instead, turned into a small alley. He ran straight towards the inn. He went into the inn by the backdoor and managed to reach the back of his room without anyone seeing him. Since he had left his window open the previous night, he climbed back in and was safe in his room.
Going out in the middle of the night to kill someone was exhausting work. He pulled the quilts to reveal a soft and comfortable bed. He jumped in and was in dreamland before long.
…………
Capital City. Academic Institution
The Room Examiner had finished reading the first batch of answer scripts. For the capital examinations, the answer scripts had to first be assessed by Grading Examiners. The Grading Examiners’ job was to identify mistakes, taboos or any possible infringement in the essays.
Those candidates who incorporated their own family statuses or indicated that they had high connections within their essays were immediately rejected. Doing so was an attempt to intimidate the examiners, and thus defeated the purpose of blurring out the candidate’s name from the examination scripts in the first place.
“How many scripts have been rejected?” Asked Hu Ying Zhen.
“In this examinations there are 3000 scripts. After eliminating unworthy candidates, there are 561 scripts left.” Someone reported.
“Don't these Elementary Scholars know that this imperial examination is very important? Yet there are so many mistakes being made.” Another examiner exclaimed.
“The pressure and stress faced by these candidates while taking the examination is considerable. Even if we were to take the examination now, we might even make the same mistakes.” Replied another examiner.
“Have scripts been segregated according to standards” Hu Ying Zhen asked.
“Sir, 300 scripts are in the first band. And 200 scripts are in the next band.” He replied.
The Grading Examiners have an important job to do within their rooms. Within their hands, they have the power to alter the fates of these candidates. With just a wave of their hand, they can either condemn a script, or promote it.
There are many officials from the Ministry whose only job were to check the examination scripts that had been marked. They were to check for any scripts whose ideas do not conform to orthodoxy, and yet had been approved. When such a script has been found, the Grading Examiners and Room Examiners would be liable for punishment. They will be removed from their posts and have their titles cancelled out as well.
The Grading Examiners were all trembling with fear, and were extremely particular about the scripts that they handle. They have to be meticulous as any blunder could potentially cause them their jobs and titles. Now that this part has been done, they all heaved a sigh of relief. What comes next is beyond their scope of authority. The next step is the business of the Room Examiners.
The Room Examiners would then reread the remaining 500 scripts before grading them and handing them over to the Chief Examiner.
“This script is good when compared to the other scripts, and is in a league on its on.” The Room Examiner drank a cup of tea and continued reading. He picked up another script and read the first line. He immediately straightened up and reread the first line again, "This is the most elegant script I’ve ever read. This can be used for a model answer!”
“Reading it seems to give off a sense that this candidate has received training from Han Ling Academy.”
“This is astonishing. Even actual High Scholars would not be able to write something of this standard, much less a mere Elementary Scholar. This candidate must've been trained from Han Ling academy.” The Room Examiner read it through once more and was impressed all over again, "This has to be one of the best scripts.”
As he said this, he drew a circle on the script and indicated that it was quality work.
Cross Town, Li Mansion
The lights from the lanterns were dazzling. There were more than ten people holding weapons as they searched the entire yard for the perpetrator.
Hu Ban, a disciple from Holy Jail Sect rushed down as soon as he heard the news. Before long, he was standing at the spot where the stable boy had been knocked unconscious. Checking against the inventory list, he realized that the stable was indeed one horse short. The back door to the yard had also been left open. He walked towards the back door and found that there were horse trails leading away from it.
“This murderer had killed Li Wen Jing before stealing a horse and escaping on that horse!” Hu Ban concluded in anger. He retrieved a horsewhip and stepped over to the still-unconscious stable boy. With a swift action, he brought the whip down onto the man. The stable boy immediately woke up and shouted in apparent pain, before jumping up to his feet. Dried blood covered his left temple. He then shouted in confusion, "Men, come. A horse has been stolen!”
“Idiot!” Hu Ban was even more enraged as he took the whip repeatedly to the exposed flesh of the stable boy. In a clockwork fashion, he swung the whip high up before bringing it down upon the stable boy with a crack, splitting his skin open. The stable boy roared in pain. Hu Ban then said coldly, "Why aren’t you informing the monastery of what’s happened?”
“Yes sir!” It was early in the morning, the dew in the grass has yet to be dried up, and the sun had only just risen, but there was already someone running towards the monastery urgently.
Li Mansion was very close to the monastery, and he reached in no time. There was a huge locust tree outside the entrance of the monastery, and the pavement leading to the entrance was paved with limestones. Along the pavement were patches of grass grown on both sides.
The door of the monastery was painted in a deep shade of red, with 2 lanterns hanging from each side. There was a golden signboard which wrote "Golden Rooster Monastery”. The man dashed into the monastery, using the door knocker to alert someone to his presence.
The door knocker acted like a bell of sorts and was made of bronze. If someone used a considerable amount of strength, it will produce a sharp, shrill sound that can reach long distances. A twelve or thirteen year old young Daoist opened the door, with hazy eyes and a head full of messy hair. He yawned and asked, "Who is it, it’s still so early, why have you knocked on the door?”
“Something bad has happened. I come from Li Mansion. My master had been murdered.”
“Shouldn’t you inform the authorities, why have you come here of all places?” This little Daoist’s role was just to wait on people, and did not know about matters like these. However, he had occasionally seen servants from Li Mansion and knew that this household was rather rich since their contributions to this monastery was in substantial amounts of silver. He still found is strange that something had happened to Master Li and yet he’s here instead of reporting it to the officials.
He decided to ignore the uniqueness of this situation and walked in to inform his seniors. This monastery was very tidy. Right in front of the main hall was a statue of a Dao Sovereign, and several distinguished paintings were hung around the walls. There was a huge canopy where many other statues of deities could be found.
The little Daoist trudged through the inner sanctuary and knocked on the door. A man answered, "It’s so early in the morning and you’re disturbing me. What is it?”
The little Daoist then replied, "Leader, the big household of Li had a misfortune befall them. It’s been said that Master Li has been murdered last night. They’ve come for you to assist them. One of their servants is at the door, should I let him in?”
“What? Master Li has been murdered?” The Daoist from within stood up.
The little Daoist paused and thought to himself for some time. There was no other Li Mansion in this town. There was only one Li Mansion, and the master was called Li Wen Jing. He then said, "Leader, there’s no other big Li household in this town.”
“Call your two senior brothers and tell them what’s happened. I have to go to Li Mansion right away!” The leader instructed. Before long, a woman said, "Be careful, brother Xu.”
It’s been said that monasteries are differentiated into two different types, Offspring monasteries and forest monasteries. Offspring monasteries refer to rich monasteries which accept disciples from rich households. Forest monasteries refer to monasteries in which Daoists do not get married and pass their leadership to the next most capable person. This monastery was an offspring monastery, and thus they were allowed to wed. He knew that the voice he just heard belonged to his teacher’s wife. Since he had received instructions from his teacher, he immediately turned around to leave without hesitation.
The monastery leader’s expression was crestfallen as he looked up at the overcast sky. This monastery belonged to Holy Jail Sect. Li Wen Jing was an outer circle disciple and did not live here, but had his own mansion within the town.
Since Zhang Jie Yu had already began cultivating, his chances of becoming a High Scholar are rather slim, although not completely null, hence he decided to try anyway. He had brought several men along with him to the capital. After the examinations, he had some free time. Li Wen Jing had returned to his mansion then. Who would’ve expected him to be slaughtered in such an undignified fashion.
This little Daoist was careful. He did not know much about matters of the Holy Jail Sect and had not been instructed to follow his leader. The monastery leader carried his magical weapon, a longsword and brought three Daoists with him as they accompanied the servant back.
Once they had entered the Li Mansion, they saw several Daoists weeping in the courtyard. There were a few ladies, who looked extremely beautiful with their fair skins wailing as well, although they gave off the impression that they were trying to charm someone with their cries.
Seeing the scene before him, he felt an intense heat in his chest. This was a huge matter. The Li Mansion had some protective enchantments surrounding it. Li Wen Jing too had learnt some Dao Arts. Were he in danger, he would’ve signalled for help, and wouldn’t have been killed easily. It was extremely unexpected that he should die just like that.
He stepped forward to enquire more details of this grisly death. The woman he approached pointed at the bed as he glanced over at it. The Daoist man saw the body of his fellow younger brother, whom he had spoken to and joked with only yesterday. The corpse’s expression was that of panic and anger, his lips were opened, as if he was trying to say something just before he died. It was indeed Li Wen Jing.
The body had been covered by the quilt on the bed. The Daoist cast his glance down and in a swift motion, pulled the quilt away. He saw the wound on Li Wen Jing’s chest, straight through his heart. He further inspected the corpse and determined that there wasn’t any other wounds.
“This was done by a professional and highly skilled killer. One stab straight through the heart. The exit wound was small, yet it pierced through clean and deep.” The Daoist gave off a gloomy expression before fiercely instructing, "You guys, check if the enchantments around the courtyard have been broken. Tell me of their status.”
“Yes!” The three disciples acknowledged. This Daoist had a cold expression, as if he hid emotions beneath a layer of frost, "Madam, can you explain clearly what had happened last night?”
The ladies face turned red as she detailed everything that had happened. When the Daoist heard this, he had an a clear understanding of what had happened, 'It seems like my younger brother had a naked party and sent all his guards and servants away. The moment he stepped into the courtyard, he was murdered.'
The Daoist man had some misgiving and asked further, "Madam, where did my younger brother perish?”
The lady then stood up gracefully and led the Daoist away. She brought him to a spot on the corridor, where splatters of blood were still visible. She then pointed to a pool of blood just further up, where it had already congealed.
He checked the blood before calling the servants over. He questioned all of them in detail. None of them had seen anything suspicious. Only the stable boy had seen a shadow before he passed out. He then called the stable boy over for questioning.
The stable boy was covered in whip marks and hurriedly knelt to the ground in fear, "Monastery leader, the night was dark. I heard a sound coming and saw a faint shadow. The moment I saw his shadow I was hit in the head by a flying object. The horse was stolen by him as well.”
'He managed to knock the stable boy out without killing him. Not only is he a trained professional, he is also not an evil person.' The Daoist thought to himself. At this point, the three disciples he had sent to check on the protective spells returned and reported their findings, "Teacher, the enchantments around the yard had not been damaged. It seems like a person with Dao Arts and fighting techniques sneaked past the protective spells and killed uncle Li.”
The Daoist paced several steps, his heart heavy with suspicion. It was even possible that someone from inside had betrayed him.
'Although brother Li was an outer circle disciple, he was a good advisor. He was placed in charge of this region’s secular affairs. In fact, he was more important than many Inner Circle Disciples.'
'Now that he’s dead, this region’s affairs would inevitably be affected. It looks like I have to descend to the underworld and search for my younger brother’s soul. I shall then ask him personally who murdered him.' The Daoist bit down on his teeth and reaffirmed his decision, 'It’s just that there is a gap between Yin and Yang. There is also a deity in charge of the underworld, and I have to pay a price just by going down.'
He thought to himself as he entered the room before ordering everyone within, "All of you, leave. Now!”
When everyone had left the room, he looked at the corpse of Li Wen Jing lying on the bed, "Brother Li, the both of us joined this sect together. It’s just that I’ve cultivated diligently, and you were proficient in handling secular affairs. You were intelligent and was capable in assisting young master Zhang in his affairs. You wielded huge influence, yet were unfamiliar with the ways of Dao and did not open the gates of heaven to receive powers. That’s how you got killed this way, by a simple sword.”
He felt an intense wave of regret sweep over him, "Without opening the gates of heavens, you could not cultivate up till Spirit Immortal status, and are now just a normal soul.”
Hearing these words, the two disciples behind the Daoist felt some sorrow wash over them. The regretful tone of the Daoist disappeared in a flash, which turned into authoritativeness. He then ordered, "Defend me with protective enchantments, I shall go down into the underworld and find out who was the one who murdered your uncle Li.”
“Yes!” The two young Daoist agreed as they drew their swords and prepared to protect their teacher.
The Daoist retrieved 3 joss sticks and placed them within the incense burner. Just as he placed them, smoke bellowed from the burner, enveloping the Daoist. He took the burner and allowed the smoke to cover Li Wen Jing as well. He then stood down, crossed his legs and closed his eyes.
Within a second, a beam of light hovered over the Daoist’s head, before completely disappearing.
“Teacher’s soul has left his body.” The two young Daoists gave a look of envy. This was him entering his spirit immortal form.
Underworld
When he first looked up, it was misty and grey. A few seconds later, a bright white light materialized and showered the Daoist man in lucent beams, protecting him, while the rest of his surroundings was still covered in grey smoke.
“The Ying wind is here.” At this point a gust of strong Ying wind blew onto him, and into the light. He looked into the distance and could see the Ying mountains. There were skeletons in the shape of humans walking about. From time to time, the Daoist man would see strange looking monsters appear and completely devour the walking human skeletons. However, these monsters would not dare to approach the Daoist man, but observed him from a distance, as if they were afraid of him, and disappointed that they can't eat him as well.
He was on a big plot of flat land. Occasionally, there would be a beam of light descending onto this land. Once the beam of light touches the ground, there would be changes to the place it landed on.
“When an incense descends, it transforms into a small paradise land for the recipients of the incense. This must be what an ancestral temple and burning incense does for the people of the underworld.”
A thin sliver of smoke and the smell of incense was leading this Daoist. It must’ve been the Spirit Tracing Incense that he had burned when he was still in the mortal world, guiding the Daoist to his destination.
He kept walking on until he reached a city. He could see faint white light gushing towards it. There were several guards patrolling the area. He stopped walking and said, "Ey, when the souls of normal people reach the underworld, nobody will be interested in them. However, when us cultivators appear here, we will attract special attention. It seems like brother Li’s soul had followed the other souls into the city, and he's being taken into custody by Deity Cheng Huang.”
Regular folks have always thought that when they die, they will enter the city of the underworld and remain there but that's not true. They will be restrained where they land in the underworld, and delivered to the Deity Cheng Huang. Deity Cheng Huang will then judge them based on their deeds and determine where they end up. They can be punished to roam the underworld for all eternity, or even worse be sent into hell. They can also be sent back to their homes and receive to receive sacrifices given to them via an ancestral temple.
This place was near the underworld city. He followed the trail left by the wisp of smoke, leading towards the city. It is certain that brother Li had been captured and thrown into the city. The Daoist man turned into a beam of divine light, about to enter the city when a loud voice from within the city boomed out, "What audacity Daoist man. This is the kingdom of Deity Cheng Huang, do not trespass!”
The Daoist man had been blocked from entering the city by a man dressed in a bailiff outfit. He had twenty soldiers behind him.
The Daoist man gave a bow and threw over a golden title. The bailiff of the underworld pick it up and take a look, "Oh, you have permission to enter the city. Please forgive me. Enter!”
The Daoist man turned into a beam of divine light once more and passed through the city gates effortlessly.
“Every sect has their own relation with the underworld. Naturally, we, the Holy Jail Sect have our own arrangements with them as well.” The Daoist man walked past while looking down. Although it seems like he had no respect for anything in his way, it was the opposite. He did not look around out of respect for the dead around him.
In this world, Huang Bo of the County and Cheng Huang of the Prefecture are deities of importance.
He entered a mansion, which was grey in colour. The entrance was very wide and there was a fire burning in front of the entrance. His fire burned fiercely, yet had a very eerie look to it. It made the blood of any normal person turn cold in fear. At this point a person dressed as an official came out and smiled, "It seems like it’s my Daoist friend from Holy Jail Sect. Please enter. I’m very fond of good food and love drinking wine. Since my Daoist friend has come all the way here, please do not hesitate to have some drinks with me.”
The official laughed. His entire being was covered in white light. He led the way into the hall, where there was a table in the middle. A wave of his hand and several wine glasses floated onto the table.
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