Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

"Warden, how should we deal with ourselves in the Black Abyss Prison?"

The situation collapsed and disasters returned.

Yang Huayue was worried. He only felt that the surroundings in front of him were hazy and he couldn't see clearly. He was in urgent need of someone who could lift up the sky and clear the clouds with his big hands to see the future.

"Play steadily and make great progress."

Chen Sheng followed the previous plan and just accelerated the pace. Now the Dark Blade Team of fifteen is still slightly lacking, but rashly expanding it to twenty is just a waste of money.

How about going down one level and giving the quotas in the five teams to some teenagers who are not up to the standard but have enough potential. When they grow up, they can support everything.

It was time for the structure of the Dark Blade to change. He gave up his leadership position and refused to let his subordinates remain silent. Instead, he forged ahead amidst the turmoil and set up a strong banner.

"Preparatory team? Commander?"

Yang Huayue was worried, but when Chen Sheng's words came, there seemed to be a bright light shining, attracting him to move forward.

The position of commander is superior to the captain, which is something that everyone in the Dark Blade cannot refuse.

The reserve team is concentrating on the details of the Black Abyss Prison and preparing for rainy days. When the real rainstorm comes, they have enough strength to withstand it.

The key is that this decision is not a fantasy. With Yanlou's support behind it, Dark Blade can become powerful.

And if the Dark Blade becomes stronger, the Yan Tower will naturally remain standing, which is a way to have both worlds.

"In the position of leader, no one without merit will be allowed to take the position."

Chen Sheng's eyes were dark, and he had a premonition that the chaos on the border would not stop in a short time. It would take someone strong enough to calm the situation.

"Kill the enemy."

Yang Huayue was stunned, but then he was relieved. The warden wanted to sharpen the dark blade in the blood and fire to cope with the turbulent situation.

This is indeed the truth. Only when power is in the hands of capable people can it display terrifying power.

"Dark Blade is optimistic about the wild geese in various places. We will protect them and expand their base. This is our money bag."

Chen Sheng emphasized that Yanlou serves as a money bag and an intelligence stronghold. It cannot be messed up or collapsed. It must be preserved.

"There's no way this will go wrong."

Yang Huayue nodded solemnly. The prosperity of Yanlou concerned everyone of them, and there was no reason not to deal with it carefully.

"Go, discuss with them, identify the candidates as soon as possible, and pass on the leadership."

Yang Huayue left.

"The Guangxiu Immortal Clan has a great cause and can still withstand wind and rain."

In the quiet room, Chen Sheng's eyes were dark and calculated, and he decided to take advantage of this turbulent opportunity to act as a surprise soldier, perhaps catching his opponent off guard.

He has not forgotten that even Chen Ergou's cultivation in the late Golden Core realm was unable to win steadily.

The five great Immortal Sects in the border areas have profound foundations and must be guarded against, such as some powerful weapons that make people fearful.

"Golden elixir? How many are there in the Immortal Sect?"

What he cared about most was that he didn't know the details of his side. If he had known about it, he would have asked Chen Ergou more.

Jindan Zhenren is the source of strength for the five major immortal sects in the border areas, and is also the reason why he overlooks many first-class immortal cultivating traditions.

One more person or one less person can determine the direction of the battle.

……

In the Black Abyss Prison, the warden's order was issued, and a single stone stirred up thousands of waves. Many hearts were stirred, and divine light bloomed in the eyes, sweeping away the previous confusion.

"Brother Kuang, our opportunity has come."

Yang Li was in charge of a dark blade team at a young age, and he was very high-spirited. Among his peers, Kuang Mengting was the only one who could argue with him, and the rest were a little behind.

He was bound to win this position of commander, but he was just killing enemies and accumulating merit, so he had nothing to fear.

"Fortunate to meet the Ming Lord."

Kuang Mengting thought of the retired clan uncle, who might have been able to catch up with the great changes and sing all the way, and become more powerful if he had been born a hundred years later.

Compared to his uncle's mistake, he was at the right time. He was benefited by his predecessors, and no matter how good his methods were, he was about to take off immediately when he encountered the opportunity.

As Yang Li thought, he should have a place among the four leaders.

"You and I have joined the warden's staff together, and we are both the backbone. Don't let us fall behind too much."

Yang Li was energetic but not arrogant. He instead warned Kuang Mengting that he had won a great achievement this time, so he should not dwell on his past reputation or act arrogantly, otherwise he would miss the opportunity.

"Hahaha, I'm going to give you these words."

Kuang Mengting laughed. The two of them had a very good relationship. They joined the 10th team together and were considered Chen Sheng's direct subordinates. They had many contacts on weekdays and had a good friendship.

After he left, Yang Huayue came over.

"Uncle clan..."

Yang Li looked at this clan uncle, who had gray hair, a wrinkled face, and a slightly stooped body, and was touched in his heart.

Yang Huayue treated him very well, leading him to join the Dark Blade, joining Chen Sheng's command, planning and recommending him, and ascending to the position of Dark Blade captain.

His growth has traces of the other party. It is difficult to repay such a great favor.

"You must get the position of commander, follow the warden closely, and don't have other thoughts."

Yang Huayue was extremely satisfied with his nephew, thinking that he could rise to the top and get involved in areas that he had not been able to set foot in.

This time, it was no exception. He emphasized that the position of leader must be taken.

"It's natural."

Yang Li responded solemnly.

"I will carefully select the members of the reserve team, recommend them to you when I meet the right ones, and recruit them as soon as possible. They are also the future of the Dark Blade."

When Chen Sheng was making a decision, the more Yang Hua was around, the easier it would be to figure out what was going on. He knew that the selection of members for the reserve team was extremely important and was the future of the Dark Blade.

If such a group of people make bets in advance and provide assistance, they will definitely receive a big benefit in the future.

"Uncle Clan, is this against the rules?"

Yang Li hesitated. Since the reserve team was so important, it would be bad to operate on it and make the warden angry.

"What do you think Kuang Mengting did?"

Yang Huayue said leisurely.

"This……"

Yang Li raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes to play tricks. On the one hand, he was plotting to be the leader, and on the other hand, he was also investing in reserve personnel.

He also thought that there were many smart people, and the Dark Blades of each team might be secretly selecting potential subordinates.

"The warden is such a person, he has so much beauty in his chest, he won't care about it. What's more, you are strong and firmly in the leadership position, so you can be more loyal and loyal."

Yang Huayue didn't say that he knew Chen Sheng very well, but after getting along with him for many years, he knew that he was a very gentle person and that as long as he didn't do anything that touched the bottom line, he wouldn't have an attack.

They secretly bet on preparing personnel, not to fill it with bad guys, but to put in some talented people they care about. After they grow up in the future, they will be able to use them immediately and will not reduce the combat effectiveness of the Dark Blade.

……

District A 11.

The perhaps empty Grand Master's chair was filled with a lingering coercion, which made this place different from the rest of the area. There was a sense of tranquility in the darkness.

"But something happened, and people are a little impetuous."

Wangsuke grasped a bit of tranquility in the silence, and could also feel that the guards and dark blades coming and going were a little impetuous, and the same was true outside. It seemed that something had happened, making everyone restless.

"It's okay. It's safe in this black abyss prison."

Cai Guring nodded, then shook his head. His thoughts were simple and honest, and he determined that this place was the location of Chen Sheng's Taoist temple, and no monsters or monsters could cause trouble.

“On this day, it’s not too much to be a god.”

This remark deeply touched Wangsuke's heart. He smiled slightly and looked at the darkness around him. He did not feel any depression at all, but instead felt peaceful and peaceful.

There is no interruption and you can practice in peace. How can it not be considered a blessed place?

"The prisoner in Cell No. 1 just died. What should we do?"

Cai Guling had a small worry. Rouran died. That woman was involved with the warden. There was something hidden in it, but it couldn't be a good thing.

Should he follow his usual routine, or should he nag the warden about this trivial matter?

"After planning your whole life, you still can't escape the prison. If you had known this, would you regret it?"

In the darkness, a figure walked slowly, and his cold eyes touched Rouran's body, gradually becoming quiet and a little sad.

Rouran killed her in pain and used the Child-Mother Transference Curse to cut off the path forward for the fetus in her belly, in order to escape from the prison of the Black Abyss.

The final result was to die of old age in the Black Abyss Prison, with no one paying attention.

The price is too high.

"I'm afraid not. Your kind of heart is too cold and there is no trace of humanity at all."

Thinking about it, he shook his head again. People like Rouran didn't care about this price. As long as there was a chance of success, she would definitely use it.

It's a pity that a well-behaved girl like Chen Lian has to pay the price for such an indifferent person.

"Just find a mass grave and throw it away."

For a moment, he felt a little annoyed and waved his hand, unwilling to give Rouran the last dignity.

"I'll go right away..."

Cai Guling was secretly speechless. The warden was a gentle man. Even when he was a little jailer, he always spoke softly.

He treats others as kindly as a common man, but is so indifferent to Rouran, which shows that the hatred in his heart is not shallow.

"Not urgent."

Chen Sheng half-turned away from looking at Rouran. His eyes fell on Wangzhu and Cai Guring, and he gently warned, "There is chaos on the border. You two have nothing to do and don't go out to get involved to avoid danger."

At this time of year, murderous intent is rampant, and no matter how capable a person is, he will perish when faced with disaster.

When there was chaos in the border areas, countless immortal sect masters and casual cultivators died tragically on the roadside, and they all learned from the past.

"Senior, we will stay in peace and practice in the Black Abyss Prison."

Cai Guring and Wangzhu's hearts skipped a beat when they realized that the Langya Immortal Sect and the Guangxiu Immortal Sect had declared war. Fighting broke out everywhere. No wonder people's hearts were agitated and uneasy.

The Black Abyss Prison was still safe. The two of them looked at each other and made up their minds not to go out unless necessary. They would practice well and advance to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"These elixirs are for you, build the foundation as soon as possible."

Chen Sheng left some elixirs for the two of them.

Cai Guring and Wangzhu's talents are not very good, and they are not alert and intelligent, but they may be the descendants that Wangxian and Cai Rong care about. He also feels somewhat close to them and treats them as nephews.

……

The deepest abode of conversion.

The majesty here is getting deeper and deeper. There are more and more Dark Blade monks, and people's thoughts have increased the authority of the warden.

Every time Yang Huayue came over, his head would always lower a little, whether because he was old or out of awe.

"Warden, these are some young people with potential."

He stepped forward and handed over a list in his hand, which was filled with names and short comments.

"But justice?"

Chen Sheng took it and looked it over. The young men on the list were all calm and tough people, and they were indeed not bad.

However, he did not believe in words on paper. This kind of thing worked too easily.

"just."

A daily inquiry made Yang Huayue shake his head repeatedly. Each team had their thoughts and coveted the young people in the reserve team, but they never dared to show favoritism.

The warden seemed tepid, but among the prisoners, he was known as the "Old Monster of Black Mountain".

The scheming methods are not bad at all. This kind of tolerance and kindness cannot be used as a loophole, but it will kill people.

"I still believe you."

Chen Sheng chuckled. He treated Yang Huayue with the gentleness of an old acquaintance. However, he was possessed by the power and power. He might know it, but he would inevitably flinch.

"The warden is flattering."

Yang Huayue could feel this kindness, raised his head, and a smile appeared on his cold face.

No matter how dull people are, they can feel the warmth and coldness of human relationships. He knows the friendship between Chen Sheng and others. He just feels the superiority and inferiority and does not overstep his bounds. However, because of this, he repays this kindness with loyalty and sincerity.

Every young man on this list was carefully selected, making Chen Sheng's position of authority as stable as a mountain.

On Yang Li's side, he often advises him not to be arrogant and just follow the warden's lead, as this will give him a chance to become more successful.

"Okay, let the young people practice well, Black Abyss Prison will be able to rely on them in the future."

Chen Sheng put his seal on the list, and the fate of a group of young people changed.

Yang Huayue used this to recruit people, and by the way, he informed his juniors, so that he could secretly rob people.

……

Exterior doors.

On an ordinary mountain peak, an equally ordinary young man, holding a sword, was walking among the strong wind and strong grass. The sword light flickered, showing a hint of chilling. Ordinary sword moves in his hands could produce a fierce offensive.

Lu Xinghou knew that he was ordinary, but he was unwilling to give in and was willing to jump a few times. He might be tired in the future and might accept his fate, but at this time, he had a spirit in his heart and always wanted to stand out.

How to get ahead?

The sword in his hand was his only guard of honor, so when he practiced his sword, he was never perfunctory, and every move was cold and sharp.

Tired from practice.

He sat on the top of the mountain, holding the sword, his thoughts wandering, and he thought of the reserve quota for the Dark Blade.

In fact, he didn't know much about it. He only knew that it was a department similar to the Law Enforcement Hall. He heard from others that if the conditions were the same, the Law Enforcement Hall was better. The Dark Blade had gained some momentum, but it would probably last long.

There were a lot of words and they were very confidential, but when I signed up, they were all brushed off.

He was confused and at a loss, but he was recorded in the book. According to the people of the Dark Blade, the warden had to take a look before he could make a conclusion.

So, he came back.

The days are still about practicing swordsmanship, repeating the boring routine day after day, insisting on the idea of ​​getting ahead.

Sometimes, he would think about it, but he was disappointed too many times. In order to avoid frustration, he often lowered his expectations.

Probably no chance.

Once again, he stood up and planned to practice his sword, but he saw a young man in black robe flying down from the edge of the cloud. His clothes were the same as the dark blade monk he came into contact with, but more gorgeous.

"Selected?"

In an instant, Lu Xinghou's heart beat very fast, as if the torrent of fate were drowning him. He suppressed his chaotic thoughts and looked at the young man in black robe with calm eyes as much as possible.