Chapter 6: The Grand Avenue

n order, because they had no time to be alarmed. Darkness just happened, and light came on at once.The light source came from a giant circular area in the center of the valley, with individual spotli...Have you heard Elder Jiang killed a lot of people in the Immortal Elimination Forest, entered the Transcendent Human state, and flew Supertranscendence away with one sword. Huang Wei really became brothers with him on the spot!

The most lively table in the tavern was surrounded by a dozen people. Each of them wore swords and daggers, giving off a strong air of the martial world. As the wine flowed and they grew merry, they were discussing a familiar name.

“What a load of bull!” someone beside him scoffed. “If Master Jiang could actually transcend this world, wouldn’t he be living elsewhere now I heard myself that just the other day, he was brawling with someone in Chu state and beat the crap out of them—knocked Bell's head right into a pulp.”

"The one before said, "You don't know. This celestial human state, can be withdrawn from. Do you understand celestial human Dean Yao Fu specially spoke about it in class the day before yesterday. My cousin's eldest son's good friend, the third son of their neighbor's family, is a student at Longmen Academy! Listen very clearly!"

“Then, what do you say What is Tianren”

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“Heaven and man, as the name suggests, Heaven is supreme, and the first person under heaven!”

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“Whoa! That’s amazing!”

"Then look, when he displays his power, heaven and earth lend him their might, the Emperor of Mankind possesses his body, ghosts wail and gods tremble, with a single strike he can defeat even those who transcend. When he doesn't display his power, he still surpasses all ancient and modern masters!"

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"The latter half of that statement is true." another man said. "I heard Yin Wenhua say in Shangqiu that Elder Jiang is the strongest in Dongzhen right now."

"Do you still know Yin Wenhua"

It was nice to chat with you.

"My apologies, my apologies."

“Don't listen to his boasting! Yin Wenhua is about to participate in 'Sailing Through the Sea of Learning'. He spends every day lecturing on the city wall of Shangqiu Beicheng, cultivating his literary spirit. Someone asked him irrelevant questions, and he answered them all. That day, someone mentioned Lao Jiang Ge, and Li Lao Si, who was listening at the foot of the wall, caught a few words. They chatted for a few more sentences—there are thousands of people under the city wall, how could anyone tell who's who”

Among these drinkers, there were quite a few with good cultivation. Their levels ranged from the Transcendent Heaven Realm and above, with one even touching upon the edge of the Inner Mansion. So indeed they could grasp some news.

But they are obviously from small, minor factions, and there's a significant gap between them and the mainstream lineage.

For example, renowned Confucian gatherings like "Learning Across the Sea," are open to all scholars throughout the land, even those beyond Confucian circles... These few couldn't even pass the initial screening of major academies.

A single invitation to attend the Academic Sea Observation event was enough to motivate them for many years.

The three Yama kings of Hell, each with ears that hear all directions, naturally heard these words. But the official Wang and City King were more cautious than ever, neither speaking a word.

" Absurd." Yin Guan let out a laugh that was neither light nor heavy: "Although there are few celestial beings, there have always been some throughout history. What's so great about the surname Jiang Can he be said to surpass the ancients and present in terms of understanding the truth"

"That's right!" Wang Xian, the chief officer of the forensic team, exclaimed with dissatisfaction: "Objectively speaking, Jiang is far inferior to our leader! This guy didn't provoke us. When we receive a hit order on him, we'll peel him alive - Boss, I want his Dao body. I'll make him serve you day and night, contributing to the organization!"

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Yin glanced at him, a smile flickering across his face. "Sounds good," he said.

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The newcomer, Lin Guangming, offered a different opinion: "There are many swordsmen in the world, but only Jiang Wang can draw this sword—I mean, not all of the celestial beings can surpass the ancient and modern insights. Elder Jiang earned such recognition through every single sword he fought with."

“Oh” Yin Guan’s eyes were a little dangerous: “You seem to have a good impression of this Jiang Wang.”

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Lin Guangming's eyes were filled with determination: "I admire his character."

“Of course,” he changed the subject, “If the organization needs me, I will still obey its orders. My personal preferences will not override the interests of the organization!”

"Well said!" Yin Guan clapped his hands in approval. "Urban King is quite perceptive."

"I wouldn't say I'm enlightened, just a bit loyal to the organization..." Lin Guangming said, carefully watching King Qin Guang's expression: "I heard from Officer Wu that Jiang Wang used to ask our organization to do things before"

Yin Guan looked at the coroner Wang leisurely and asked, "What do you say"

“This...” The coroner Wang suddenly felt a bit nervous: "Many people know about this. Back then, when we killed Zhuang Gao Xian to rid the people of harm and fought in Xinan City, many saw it—"

"Even if the whole world knows, we can't say it from our mouths." Yin Guan's expression was very serious: "This is the code of conduct for hell without a gate. We must respect our clients' confidentiality."

“The lesson from the leader was well-taught.” The executioner Wang promptly acknowledged his mistake: “I will keep this in mind, and I won't do it again.”

Yin Guan smiled with satisfaction: "Besides, the assassin organization is just a knife. It can be used for good or evil. Why can't Elder Jiang hire us The Tai Xu Pavilion can also cooperate with us in the long term—we're not bad people!"

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"Of course!" Wang Yin, the coroner officer, diligently set out dishes for the boss, even knowing that the boss wouldn't eat a single bite. "Although many people don't understand, I've always placed great importance on my moral cultivation. I constantly remind myself to be a refined killer. Don't bring shame upon the boss,"

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“Alright, let’s not talk about things that don’t concern us. It’s easy to attract bad luck.” Yin Guan waved his hand: “Have you gotten everything I told you to get”

Although he knew the view here was blocked, Wang, the coroner, still carefully looked left and right before tearing open the neck and taking out a storage box: "Boss, it's all in here."

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"And to the new City Ruler: "Light, you go down and settle the account."

"Eh—" Lin Guangming tactfully excused himself.

"No need, we're all our own people. Just stay here." Yin Guan raised his chin: "Urban King, please, help me open the box."

Lin Guangming sat back down, cautiously watching the storage box in front of him. Even Qin Guangwang, the judge who dealt with corpses, wouldn't dare to touch directly what was taken from Wang Shi’s body, let alone him!

But for the first time organizing a gathering, he dared not refuse the big boss's request. After some deliberation, he said solemnly: “In order to avoid accidentally damaging this box, allow me to do some preparatory work.”

Having said that, he took out a pair of leather gloves adorned with many glyphs and put them on.

Put on another pair of cloth gloves.

Another layer of cotton gloves.

Then he muttered five or six charms, protection against poison, water, fire, and everything else. Only then did he finally reach for the storage box—

The forensic officer, Wang, proactively grabbed the storage box in his hand and said sweetly to Yin Guan: “He’s new here, I’m afraid he can’t handle it. Boss, why don’t I report to you alone”

Yin Guan listened as if he hadn't heard, only smiling at Lin Guangming: "What did I ask you to do"

The coroner, Wang Shan, stammered and let go of the hand.

Lin Guangming then held his breath, keeping himself in a ready position for flight, and with one hand opened the box—

There weren't any outlandish changes,

just some miscellaneous items like turtle shells, bones, and bronze coins inside. They were all damaged to varying degrees, and there was no trace of any power fluctuations.

The coroner Wang, however, seemed unfazed. He whispered to Yin Guan, "Boss, what are these things you had me collect I don't see anything special about them."

Lin Guangming's eyelids twitched.

He recognized these things. He had personally seen Officer Wang pick them up piece by piece during that time when he had gone through hell and high water.

At that moment, he realized that all the talk about pledging allegiance, the decay of Jing Guo, and the hatred a lowly official would feel towards those in power, all culminating in a desire for revenge against the people of Jing Guo... it was all just to complete the task assigned by King Qin Guang!

The worst part is, he participated in the mission but didn't get paid!

Isn't this bullying the honest people

Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly felt a chill and slipperiness in my hand.

Lin Guangming lowered his head, staring in horror... but it was under the dining table, the coroner Wang grabbed his hand!

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"Light, I'll tell you more about it later." Wang Jiao, the coroner, soothed gently.

Nausea, apprehension, vigilance, and hatred... A complex mixture of emotions surged within Lin Guangming's heart. He tried to recall the saddest events of his life, only to ease himself, and with difficulty, said: "It's alright, wise brother, there's no need for explanation between us. I will always believe in you."

Yin Guan watched them affectionately, her face unmoved, and said, "These in the box are all good things."

He has already been to Ji Yan Yue and gotten the outline of the "Ping Hai Plan."

Although it was just a silhouette, its grandeur and vastness made even Qin Guangwang, a fearless figure, remain silent for a long time.

Of course, his silence was not due to any grand strategy.

What does it matter to him

He only understood the importance of such a plan, and clearly realized that standing before such a plan, he might have to pay a price.

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He once told King Biancheng that he was different from those hot-headed lunatics. He was the kind of person who went crazy after thinking things through.

The Prime Minister of Jing Guo, Lü Qiu Wen Yue, was a man of great foresight. Yin Guan, who had no gate to hell, desired only the simplest things —

Lu Qiu Wen Yue made him suffer, he will also make Lu Qiu Wen Yue suffer.

The things Officer Wang collected weren't particularly important on their own. They were merely bits and pieces from various industries in the Jing Kingdom that touched upon the "Operation Sea Calming." But these very things corroborated the details of "Operation Sea Calming," allowing Yin Guan to piece together the grand scheme based on what he already knew.

Seeing them is enough.

"Alright, go back and get things ready." Yin Guan stood up on his own: "I'll be assigning some simple tasks these few days, letting you all find your footing first."

The coroner, Wang, eyes lit up: "Is there a big case to prepare for"

Yin Guan only glanced at him: "Wait for notice."

With just that single word, his form vanished.

The liquid in the cup flashed, resembling a green glow passing through it, yet it also seemed like nothing at all.

Lin Guangming stood up to observe the wine, taking the opportunity to leave Wang, the coroner's side, and sat opposite him.

"Brother Cui Xian," he said across the table of wine and dishes, thoughtful. "Does the eldest brother not trust you Those who come are not his true selves. He merely glanced at the things you gathered, didn't even touch them, let alone take any away."

"The magistrate Wang said with some resentment, 'He doesn't trust anyone. Not even me, a loyal founder of the organization. Of course, I can understand him. As the leader of Hell's Gate, carrying the weight of the entire organization's future, he needs to be constantly vigilant and suspicious.'"

“Brother, you are truly loyal!” Lin Guangming said with deep emotion: “I believe that one day, the Big Brother will also understand your character like me and give you his full trust.”

The coroner, Wang, casually put the box on the table away and, as he did so, also tucked away the ghostly corpse worms hidden within its storage grid patterns: "Since my esteemed brother trusts me completely, could this matter of the box be left unmentioned It concerns organizational secrets, I do it for your own good."

Lin Guangming smiled warmly: "Elder brother, since you don't want to be asked, then I won't ask. As a younger brother, it is only right to help elder brother with something. What doubts could there be"

"You, you," Wang, the coroner, said with a flick of her vermilion-painted white finger at Lin Guangming. "You make me want to think well of you again and again—."

Lin Guangming could still keep a smile, taking the opportunity to ask, "Elder brother, do you guess what the big boss is preparing"

The coroner, Wang Shenchen, said solemnly, "Brother, don't ask what you shouldn't. This is the rule of assassins."

Lin Guangming glanced at his heart, pondering how this bastard could transfer his life force. After spending so many days together, he had a vague guess in his mind. He still wore a cheerful smile: "Good, good, little brother remembers."

"Wang, the coroner probably knows he's being a bit over the top, and mysteriously adds: 'Based on what I know about the big boss, this mission is extraordinary... you better get ready to make a fortune!'"

This didn't tempt Lin Guangming at all, instead it made him feel uneasy.

Lin understood the truth that wealth and danger often go hand in hand—the more money one makes, the riskier their job becomes.

"There's one question I've always forgotten to ask, wise brother..." he hesitated, choosing his words carefully: "What number am I in line as the City King"

"The fifth one," Officer Wang, the coroner, took another sip of wine, his eyes sincere: "I hope you're the last one."

Lin Guangming's eyes twitched: "Just... the fifth I remember Hell's Gate hasn't been around for that long, right"

“It’s tough to find a good job these days.” Officer Wang Baiwujibi shoved food onto his plate, “Like our organization, with such great benefits, competition is fierce. It’s normal for there to be a lot of people coming and going!”

Lin Guangming has always been involved in the national system, often finding himself in a situation where he's constantly moving from one role to another. He hasn't worked in such a high-turnover organization before and doesn't know whether he should be happy or sad about it.

He was naturally cautious and couldn't hide his nervousness: "Brother, do you think this name I chose is not auspicious Maybe I should tell the boss and change it"

"Relax, relax, there's nothing to worry about. In Hell's Gate of No Doors, every position is fair and the risks are equal. There's no such thing as feng shui!" King Wu, the coroner, patted Lin Guangming's shoulder reassuringly. "Even high-ranking officials like Lord Song of the Third Hall and Lord Tai Shan of the Seventh Hall have served four terms. If there's a new one coming in, they'd be the fifth. You, Lord of the City, are not special at all! Plus, that King of Revolving Wheels in the Central Heavenly Prison probably won't last much longer either; he's on his fourth term too. What's the rush"

Lin Guangming had already felt unsafe, but now he finally felt at ease. Following this group of outlaws was even less safe than he imagined.

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“Big brother, I’ve truly walked onto the path of success thanks to you!” He was filled with emotion and pushed the dish of vegetables seasoned with ghost mist lotus forward.

The sound of snoring was like that of a cow mooing.

It's not only powerful but also has a very long tail tone.

Yin Guan opened his eyes in the cargo hold, surrounded by the rhythmic snoring of weary dockworkers, a chorus that echoed the rise and fall of the river.

He was really annoyed, but too lazy to do anything about it. After all, Hell's Gate had gotten used to "killing for money, not killing for nothing".

With the help of the Equal Nation of Freedom, he escaped from under Lou Yue's command. Jing Guo's pursuit of him was almost just a matter of record.

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He, on the contrary, became even more vigilant.

This included going to see the coroner Wang, gathering clues, and examining the new city lord. He only used his incantations as a last resort.

Its true form was hidden within a merchant vessel navigating the great river, using the energy of these people traveling to and fro to obscure any trace of its possible existence.

This cargo ship wasn't just randomly chosen. It belongs to a newly established trade alliance within the Qi state—the Hechang Merchant Alliance, comprised of many smaller trading companies.

The incident of Ji Yan Yue being besieged and killed nearly uprooted Hell's Gate. The devastating blow to the organization remains unrecovered even today. Rebuilding various ghost societies across the land is a huge expense.

Yin Guan didn't tell the truth at the tavern — facing a corpse and a ghost, there was no need to speak human language.

The unresponsive King Yan Luo wasn't just limited to Biancheng Wang.

But some Yama kings don't reply, they just scold a few words.

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Some Yama Kings need to recall Qin Guang Wang's fearsome reputation.e written in a flowing and unrestrained style. The writer must be a romantic and free-spirited person, but the feeling they give is ferocious and terrifying.A desperate fear seeped from the blood-red...