Qingyangzi," Jiang Rumuo spoke, his voice carrying a hint of concern. "What's wrong with Liu Xiao"Of course, he wouldn't miss Liu Xiao's state, so he was asking how Liu Xiao became like this."I don't...“Jiang Wang, Jiang Wang!” The evil leader of the Hell's No Gate cried out with anguish: “You truly use people forward and not backward. You are a person who deceives the world and steals fame! I will expose your true face to the world!”

The most renowned member of the magnificent Tai Xu Pavilion stood with his arms crossed: "Oh What is my true face"

“I want to tell the world that you, Jiang Wang, are the most notorious and cruel king of Bian City in the underworld! You refuse to repay your debts, are ruthless when facing betrayal, and stab people in the back!” Yin Guan held up a birdcage, lifted the black cloth, and revealed the falcon: “This vicious and wicked falcon is your pet!”

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Jiang Wang smiled gently and looked kindly at this creature that represented pure evil, the tailless swallow: “Do you know me”

Yan Xiao hesitated and opened his mouth: "Recognize...or not recognize."

"Just tell the truth!" Jiang Wang said, "Say you don't know her."

"I don't know him!" The falcon cried out, "I don't know him! I don't know him!"

“Dead bird!” Yin Guan kicked the birdcage away, furious. “It doesn’t recognize you, but I do!”

“Then go ahead and say it.” Jiang Wang said nonchalantly, “See if the world believes you or me.”

“Oh, you’re behaving like this now.” Yin Guan pointed at him. “You’ve disappointed your old friend!”

Jiang Wang laughed out loud: “I’ve experienced the joy of the Mirror World Platform!”

“Just pay me back!” Yin Guan reached out his hand directly.

"You're being too frivolous." Jiang Wang retracted his smile and criticized, "I'm not refusing, just a few days later. You can't even handle this much patience, how are you going to be an organization leader"

"This is how many years!"

Don't I have regular payments

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"You pay just the right amount of interest every year! Also known as paying back... Didn't Yan Xiao work for you here"

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Don't you recognize each other

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> Also can recognize!

Yin Guan took out an account book and scribbled a few notes on it: “Here you go, deducting its fee, there's this much still owed. Time to settle up, General Jiang!”

"What! Brother Yin!" Jiang Wang didn't take the ledger, softening his tone: "I don't necessarily want to draw a line between us."

But you know, my current identity is rather sensitive...

Yin Guan let out a cold snort: "Master Jiang!

“Hey! It’s best if you understand.” Jiang Wang simply soothed for half a sentence, then changed the subject: “If there’s nothing major, I’ll take my leave. I need to go back to Yun and help my sister write her essay!”

"Halt!" Yin Guan shouted, stopping him.

"Is something the matter" Jiang Wang retracted her raised steps.

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“It’s been almost six years since my last visit to Youguo. It’s time for me to seek further answers. I need Ji Xi to figure out what the Jinghai Plan is all about before I decide whether or not to pursue more information.” Yin Guan said seriously, “I need King Biancheng to back me up.”

"Just showing off"

Your current identity is unsuitable for taking action. But this trip is dangerous, and I need someone to help me deal with any unexpected situations.

"Good." Jiang Wang only said this word, then turned and left.

"Don't hesitate," Yin Guan's voice came from behind.

"I might want to know the truth too," Jiang Wang said without looking back.

"Wait!" Yin Guan called after him, casually tossing a thin booklet. "This book, 'The Mixed Yuan Hidden Breath Method,' can better conceal your cultivation. Consider it a down payment for the mission."

The cabinet member casually caught it, flipping through a few pages before putting it away in his storage box. As a member of the Tai Xu Pavilion, he now held the highest authority over the Yan Dao Platform. As long as he put in the effort, he wouldn't lack any secret techniques. But there was no need to show off in front of Yin Guan—what if Yin Guan asked him to pay back again

"Wait!" Yin Guan suddenly shouted again.

Jiang Wang had already walked a long way, but he still turned back in the air, looking helpless: "What can I do"

"Happy birthday!" Yin Guan smiled. "Tomorrow is your birthday. I guess Old Master Jiang will be very busy then, so I'd like to wish you a happy birthday in advance."

Jiang Wang was silent for a moment before saying, "Dongwanggu isn't too far from here."

Yin Guan smiled faintly: "What do you mean Are there people in Dongwanggu that you're not comfortable killing"

“Go get yourself treated. I think you're quite sick!” Jiang Wang turned and left, vanishing into thin air, as ephemeral as a flying crane.

The flying crane turns and floats back again.

Jiang Wang drew out Chang Xiangsi with a whoosh, her voice menacing: "What do you mean by asking about my birthdate Are you planning to curse me"

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By the time we returned to Starmoon Meadow, it was late at night.

The wine shop was already closed, and the staff had gone back to their quarters—Jiang Dongjia lived in a few courtyards not far from Baiyu Palace Wine Shop, which he had specially set up for his employees.

Master Jiang walked into the building with his robes as pristine as snow. The interior was pitch black.

He rarely spread gossip at his own tavern, because everyone has their privacy. At this time of day, people should all be meditating - except for Jiang An'an, that girl loves to sleep, she must be diligently working hard in her dreams.

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Climbing step by step, he slowly walked to the top floor.

Jiang Wang didn't immediately return to his quiet room for cultivation. Instead, he went to the study first. Although he returned late, he still had to check the homework.

In the spacious study, there were three desks, one large and two small. Mr. Jiang usually sat at his own desk, supervising the children.

The desk belonged to Jiang An'an, and it was slightly messy with piles of things. In the center of the desk was a large sheet of Xuan paper on which Jiang An'an had written her article, pressed down by a paperweight. Her handwriting was neat and well-formed, far better than what a fourteen-year-old girl like herself could manage.

As for the article content, it's convoluted and repetitive. The core message is simply the opening sentence: "Today's weather is excellent—how can I make this into 400 words!"

Jiang Wang pondered, wondering whether to send Jiang An'an to Longmen Academy for a few months, or stick with Qinkǔ Academy. With Zhong Xuan's help, getting in wouldn't be a problem... but would it be too hard

The Dusk Drum Academy is on the edge of disaster and is not within consideration. Qingya Academy has Xu Xiangqian, which eliminates it as an option as well.

A glance caught sight of a light pink booklet peeking out from under a pile of renowned works on the table.

Master Jiang's heart skipped a beat——Jiang Anan's diary!

He had glanced over, and Jiang An'an was nervously hiding.

"This child is too careless, and doesn't even know how to put things away properly," Jiang Wang muttered, casually pulling out the diary.

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It's reasonable for a brother to help keep things safe.

Well, then….

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Sister grew up, sometimes he really couldn't figure out what was going on in her little head.

He turned his head to glance outside, making sure no one was there. Only then did he turn back and slowly open the diary—how could caring about a child's inner world be considered spying It was care, wasn't it!

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The diary was opened to its first page, where a single line of large characters stood out:

“Caught you peeking at my diary!”

Then, a ridiculously exaggerated smiley face was drawn after it.

Master Jiang almost burned this diary clean, but managed to stop himself. Seeing the bottom of this page, he drew a little figure pushing open a door. Above the door, in small characters, it read "Turn over."

Then he turned the page.

This page reads—

Even so, I would still forgive you.

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There are also little door-pushing figures underneath.

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“Because you are the best brother in the world.”

“You are my only family in the world, yet you have given me so much love.”

“I have never envied others, because I am the one who is envied!”

“I've never been afraid. Thinking about my brother being Jiang Wang, I can sleep soundly.”

“Tomorrow, you'll be twenty-seven years old. You've grown up...you've grown up long ago, Jiang Daxia!”

"Lend me your birthday wishes, I want to make a wish for you."

Below, a little person with clasped hands was drawn, and a cloud was drawn to represent the brain.

The clouds wrote -- "Hope my brother, doesn't have to work so hard anymore!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At that moment, fireworks began to explode outside the building.

The entire night sky of Starmoon Plain was, at this moment, covered by the blooming flowers.

The array patterns lit up, stars leaped, and lanterns one by one ignited. The entire Baiyu Palace Restaurant was ablaze with light, as bright as day!

Zhi Wei, Bai Yu Xia, Lian Yu Chan, Chu Yao, Ye Qing Yu, Jiang An An... and even the silly gray one bouncing around happily, all poured out from every corner of the tavern and into the study in an instant.

Happy Birthday!

Happy, happy!

"To a higher level!"

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Make a lot of money!

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“Wish granted!”

Happy happy!

Cheers and applause filled the air.

Everyone shoved their prepared gifts forward, even Chui (or Chong) Gray brought a bone and wagged its tail excitedly at the feet of Master Jiang.

Master Jiang stood there, arms full of gift boxes and clutching the fake diary in his hand. He was unsure whether to feel happy, touched, or embarrassed.

Just as he didn't know what role he was being watched in at this moment — the birthday boy The good older brother A bad parent caught peeking at a child's diary

Who taught you to celebrate like this!

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I was completely caught off guard and attacked!

During the celebration of his 3927th birthday, Jiang Wang experienced the most boisterous day of his life to date.

It wasn't that he could finally stop and have a good rest, like all normal people, celebrating his birthday. It wasn't because he had family and friends around him, their laughter and chatter filling the air.

But instead, people from all over the country, many of whom I didn't know, came bearing heavy gifts to celebrate, making Tianfenggu overcrowded.

I don't know how this news spread

On the Starmoon Plains, a cavalcade of pack animals lined up, with teams everywhere celebrating Elder Jiang Ge's birthday.

Jiang Wang naturally refused the gifts, but many people dropped their presents and ran away, just like a chaotic battlefield charge, rushing to be the first to plant a flag.

Driven to desperation, Baiyujing had no choice but to close its doors for three days. An announcement was made that the master of the establishment had embarked on a journey far away and the tavern would be temporarily closed.

"My goodness!" A group of cats were having hotpot in the restaurant. Lian Yuchán, hearing the commotion outside that wouldn't die down, was astonished: "The current popularity of our master is truly amazing! People have come from as far away as the snow country and the islands near the sea. Why aren't the other members receiving this much attention"

"Because your family is truly someone who has built their success step by step, down to earth." Ye Qingyu said with a hint of seriousness.

“His starting point was one that everyone could have; his experiences were those that everyone could see; his existence truly inspired countless aspiring practitioners who sought the future.”

Jiang Wang smiled: "To put it simply, it's because the other families have too high a threshold. They can't even get in to give gifts! You saying this makes me sound like I'm acting superior!"

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Chu Yao, despite being busy, raised her head from the hotpot and exclaimed, "Master, you're incredible!"

"Is that so" Jiang Wang casually picked up a chicken leg with his chopsticks, acting like a sword drawing the moon, and placed it into Ye Qingyu's bowl. His movements were smooth and continuous, without looking at his apprentice. He only addressed Ye Qingyu softly, "You arrived suddenly, I forgot to ask... how is Ye Father doing"

Ye Qingyu smiled and gave Chu Yao another drumstick: "Not yet. So I have to go back soon."

"He's getting older, and he needs to rest when he's sick. Tell him not to push himself…" Jiang Wang said, looking at Bai Yu Xia: "You've been staring off into space!

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"The prices need to go up!"

“You’re truly my good manager,” Jiang Wang said, unable to repay him. He picked up a large piece of meat for him.

Jiang Annan was quietly eating meat at the side, while Zhu Wei quietly served her meat.

In tranquil times, time flows relentlessly.

"Pork prices have gone up!"

In the felt tent, a man wearing a mask of a Song Dynasty emperor sat by the campfire, his arms outstretched, delivering an infectiously compelling speech:

"Our compensation should also be reviewed! It's the modern age, shouldn't we be paid more than just a 50/50 split with the organization The Hell's Gate back then and now are totally different. Is it fair"

He is already the fourth King Song of Hell's Gate.

His predecessor, the wicked Junzi Ling Wufeng, had already followed in the footsteps of the two before him, contributing to the organization's vitality with his uncorrupted liquidity... Indeed, if Ling Wufeng, who had long received admonitions, would have acted so recklessly.

"Alas!" Officer Wang sighed with a gravelly voice at the right time.

It both echoed the Song emperor's emotions and did not fully express its own stance.

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The Song Emperor wasn't stupid; he wouldn't tolerate someone who only stirred up trouble without offering solutions. He looked at Wang intently: “Official Wang, you’re an old hand at this, like a seasoned Judge of Hell. You agree with me, don’t you”

“I’m not that old, just lucky, I lived a bit longer…” Officer Wang wasn't a good-tempered person, but thinking about his collection, he became more tolerant. The No. 3 Song Emperor was still lying in his coffin, so it was possible to be softer towards No. 4. “Agree or disagree, we can research further.”

Since its creation, Hell has only had three Yamarajas who have never been replaced: Qin Guangwang, Chu Jiangwang, and the chief executioner Wang.

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King Chujiang primarily focused on rear-end operations, such as planning strategies, setting up formations, and handling intelligence... situations where he personally took risks were relatively rare. King Qin Guang was not a normal person; he had an extremely tough fate that heaven refused to take. No matter what he did, he couldn't die. Only Lord Wuyuan, with his extraordinary intelligence, managed to escape numerous death traps.

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The new Emperor Song, who has just taken the throne, wants to capture him That's a pipe dream.

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“We must unite and fight for what is rightfully ours. We live a life on the edge of a blade, shouldn't we demand better for ourselves” The new emperor of Song was a coup plotter, none other than Qu Guo Taiwei Kuang Yu Xin. His coup failed, and he fled his country alone. He became an assassin and after half a year in the organization, began to try and increase his influence within it.

"King Pingding, what do you think"

The officer Wang Huaibuliu was dismissed, the Seventh King of Mount Tai and the Eighth King of Urban were both new faces and relatively cautious, not wanting to take a stand. In this organization, the Equal King's seniority was also quite high, he wanted to win this support.

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But King Pien, who sat alone in the corner, merely stirred the firewood before him, as if he had not heard a word, and did not raise his eyes.

This is truly a group of people with no ideals... zombies chopping wood!

"King Yama, what's your opinion" the Song emperor asked again.

The Five Halls Yama King raised only one finger, on which a dice rolled back and forth. He smiled and said, "Guess high or low"

Guess your mother's legs!

The Song Emperor stopped his tirade, glanced at the Ten Kings of Reincarnation lying on the ground sleeping soundly, and finally halted his efforts. Although it was just a simple test, these people were truly lacking in spirit! One by one, they came out to be assassins, almost becoming model employees! They worked diligently and conscientiously!

It is rare for all these palaces to gather together, even Qin Guang and Chu Jiang are not here. Such a great opportunity for connection is missed by everyone.

He felt sorry for these people. It was a shame!

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"I support your idea!" A voice sounded from outside.

The curtain, I don't know when, had already been opened. Outside stood a tall man with empty hands, as if he had brought the night of the grassland in. His shadow was stretched by the firelight onto the tent, like a ferocious giant stretching its claws.

Everyone is in his shadow.

And the mask on his face clearly read—Bian Cheng.ot to stand before you>You know how I can draw my sword, point it directly at you, with honorHow much has this journey been through. How much!Jiang Wang remained silent.Only the sword cries out!When t...