The Secret Way of Immortality

Song Zongwu did not inform Ren Qing about the reserve jailer matters, only saying that the location would be within the Jailer Hall.

Ren Qing had always been curious about the Jailer Hall.

He had explored the entire yamen, but still couldn't access the Jailer Hall, not even knowing its specific location.

The jailers usually appeared and disappeared mysteriously, with some yamen runners not even encountering them for years, let alone the Jailer Hall.

Song Zongwu briefly explained a few things before leaving the Fire Worker Hall.

He told Ren Qing to wait patiently, and the latter had no choice but to return to the tedious life of accumulating lifespan.

To prevent a possible disruption in the supply of pig eyes, Ren Qing began trying to eat raw fish eyes.

He discovered that as long as the quantity was large and sufficient, the life-extending effect was almost the same.

The only trouble was that Ren Qing had no supply channel for fish eyes and had to rely on Xiao Wu to buy them at the fish market.

However, fishmongers would not dig out the eyes and sell them separately, which would undoubtedly damage the appearance.

Therefore, he had to buy whole fish in large quantities, which resulted in a high cost.

Ren Qing was slightly troubled and could only hope for the resources of the jailers, otherwise, his cultivation might stagnate when he reached the Ghost Envoy realm.

Fortunately, he didn't need to consider too much for now.

The Bloodhound Gang had not troubled him because of the stewed offal business, and even the profit-sharing ratio at the end of the month had increased.

It was evident that the title of 'Jailer' was still very effective within the gang.

Unknowingly, more than ten days passed, and Ren Qing's lifespan had accumulated to nearly eight years, not far from promotion.

Ren Qing began to struggle with which technique to choose for advancing to the Ghost Envoy realm.

First of all, the Divine Foot Sutra and the Human Skin Book were excluded, as these two could not be brought out into the open.

Ren Qing seemed to only have the choice between the Gluttony Method and the Eyeless Method. In this case, it seemed that it was only reasonable to advance to the Eyeless Method.

After all, he was most familiar with it, and he could easily master the ability of the Gemini Nightmare Demon after reaching the Ghost Envoy realm.

However, the cost of exemption for the Eyeless Method was greater, requiring fifteen years of lifespan to advance, compared to the Gluttony Method, which required five years less.

Ren Qing was a little worried again.

He was afraid that the subsidiary stomach of the Gluttony Method's aberrant path would be mediocre and would not significantly improve his strength.

Ren Qing pinched his throbbing temples and forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts.

It was useless to think too much now.

Perhaps after reaching the Ghost Envoy realm, his own lifespan would increase slightly, allowing both techniques to be promoted.

While he was still immersed in the alternative closed-door cultivation of constantly swallowing eyes, the time for selecting reserve jailers quietly approached.

Before Ren Qing could react, he was still practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard when Song Zongwu grabbed him and headed towards the Jailer Hall.

They moved quickly along the eaves, in order to avoid attracting the attention of the yamen runners.

Ren Qing also noticed many foreign cultivators wearing bamboo hats.

They followed timidly behind the jailers, presumably all going to the Jailer Hall.

Seeing that they were about to approach their destination, Song Zongwu whispered a reminder, "The location of the Jailer Hall is somewhat special, in order to prevent the riot of strange objects."

"Once you become a reserve jailer, you will understand the secrets within."

"Okay, thank you, Senior Song."

The two arrived at a remote corner of the yamen's center, where they only saw several towering artificial mountains.

Ren Qing didn't dare to ask more and tentatively said, "Senior Song, don't the jailers usually stay in the Jailer Hall…"

"Why are there no jailers around?"

Song Zongwu shook his head and said, "No one likes to stay in the Jailer Hall."

"I see, then…"

"Silence, the other cultivators are here."

Song Zongwu said in a deep voice.

Seeing this, Ren Qing raised his eyes and saw the jailers wearing bamboo hats arrive one after another, stopping in front of the artificial mountains.

Could it be that these artificial mountains are the location of the Jailer Hall? That seems impossible.

Ren Qing forcibly resisted the urge to ask and kept using his double pupils to look around, trying to find the hidden doors to enter the Jailer Hall.

But he gained nothing.

After a while, more than a dozen cultivators had gathered.

They took off their appearance-covering bamboo hats, each wary of the other.

Ren Qing's eyes quickly swept over them.

Logically speaking, cultivating techniques could very well lead to an unusual appearance, but in fact, the feeling given after the aberration is still quite natural.

However, the cultivators from the gangs were the complete opposite, appearing to be a group of demons and monsters.

It was one thing to master techniques by devouring strange objects, but they had no scruples during cultivation, which led to negative effects from the aberration.

For example, there was a Bloodhound Gang woman who had mastered the Divine Foot Sutra.

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She probably devoured too much beast blood, causing her body to be covered with leopard fur of varying sizes, and her palms only had three leopard claw-like shapes.

Her beastly eyes couldn't even open and close normally.

There was also the most robust man among them, estimated to be at least two meters tall.

His skin was dark black, and he had two upright bull horns on his forehead.

However, he walked with a limp because his feet had been transformed into cow hooves.

Of course, there were also cultivators who were not much different from ordinary people, probably not from gangs, and estimated to be newly entered Half-Corpse realm.

Ren Qing looked around and found that most of the techniques of the gangs seemed to involve beastification, possibly because the threshold was slightly lower.

He made no secret of his double pupils, which immediately attracted the attention of the jailers.

Besides the fact that Ren Qing was brought by Song Zongwu, the unprecedented aberrant path of a double-pupiled person made it difficult for people not to pay attention.

The cultivators whispered to each other, subconsciously distancing themselves from Ren Qing.

It was evident that they had already developed fear even before the selection of reserve jailers had begun.

Song Zongwu glanced at Ren Qing and asked, "I told you they were all crooked melons and cracked dates, you can't fall before becoming a reserve jailer, can you?"

"Don't worry, I've been through the sealed-off restricted area after all."

Ren Qing confidently assured him, not noticing the smile in Song Zongwu's eyes.

Song Zongwu never mentioned how many reserve jailers were being recruited, in fact, there had been cases where no one was qualified.

Just then, a half-human, half-snake jailer man twisted and approached.

He walked like a willow swaying in the wind, probably mastering the technique "Snake Shedding Method" that Ren Qing had seen in Camel Hump Mountain.

"Old Song, long time no see."

Song Zongwu nodded, "Indeed, Zhang Qiu."

"Old Song, give us a hint, which area of the Jailer Hall are we going to this time?"

Zhang Qiu glanced at Ren Qing, constantly spitting out something scarlet from his mouth.

"How would I know? If you're afraid of danger, then don't go in."

Song Zongwu ignored him, and the other jailers didn't dare to come up and talk to him when they saw this.

Zhang Qiu found it boring and returned to his original position.

He communicated with a snake-man teenager in his early teens, and then his expression became more and more gloomy, obviously ending on bad terms.

Ren Qing muttered to himself, "That snake-man teenager is not an orphan born from a gang."

"He is Zhang Qiu's nephew, probably afraid that he will die unexpectedly after entering the Jailer Hall."

"I see…"

Ren Qing's mouth opened slightly, was it not just a formality?

Is there any danger?!!