There is a person in charge for every six floors, and the man in white robe in front of Li Bing is the person in charge of the first six floors.

Even if the other party cannot be considered as the core leadership of Huashen Sect, he has initially stepped into the threshold of high-level leadership.

"Tell me, what is your relationship with the other party?" asked the man in white robe.

"This..." Li Bing hesitated.

The information of disciples with natural spiritual roots is kept confidential. Although the Huashen Sect is powerful, it does not mean that it has no rivals.

The two sects of immortality are not so bad, they are just rivals.

The two sects of the Demonic Sect are different. Once they know of the existence of disciples with natural spiritual roots, they are likely to send assassins in secret.

In addition, to be honest, even the other two immortal sects might not be willing to have another disciple with natural spiritual roots in other sects.

Therefore, apart from the few people involved, no one knew the identity of the disciples with natural spiritual roots. For example, Tang Ansheng did not know who the other two disciples with natural spiritual roots were.

Li Bing thought about it and decided to put the blame on the clan leader Qiao Shuzhen. After all, it was he who arranged for him to look after Tang Ansheng.

"Brother, I will tell you the truth. This person is called Xia Ansheng, and he is... a distant relative of the Sect Master."

"Don't say it was me who said it, or else I won't be able to bear the punishment from the Lord Sect Master."

"Sect Master?" The man in white robe was shocked. "The Sect Master has lived for hundreds of years. His distant relatives have all died long ago. How can there be any distant relatives?"

This statement was a bit outrageous, but he and Li Bing were the only ones present.

The two of them were as close as brothers, so it didn't matter if they said something bad about the sect leader in private, since no one would hear it anyway.

"Alas, this is a long story." Li Bing sighed, "Five hundred years ago, the leader passed by a farmer's house and fell in love with the girl at first sight..."

“So, this lineage was passed down.”

"If you don't believe it, you can go ask the master."

The man in white robe smiled and looked at him. If he asked about it, and it turned out to be false, then he would be framing the sect leader and would be punished.

If it is true, it would be even more outrageous. Knowing the sect leader's secrets, it would be okay if the other party is a confidant, but if not, he will definitely be made trouble.

"Okay, since you said so, I'll just let them know." The man in white robe finally nodded in agreement.

In fact, each prison ward can make its own decisions on such small matters as personnel arrangements.

The reason why Li Bing came to find this person specifically was to want him to speak. After all, the people arranged by this prison area and the people arranged by him, the former person in charge of the sixth floor, were of different importance.

The man in white robe flipped through the volume beside him and asked, "What position do you want?"

"Someone with more free time." Li Bing said quickly.

In his opinion, Tang Ansheng was just too old to sit still, or as the saying goes, he was too idle. It would be fine to assign him a position, but it couldn't be too complicated so as to delay his cultivation.

Otherwise it would be putting the cart before the horse.

"Someone with less work to do. There aren't many less workable jobs in this prison except for guarding."

The man in white robes took a casual look and said, "Okay, assign him a patrol post, twice a day, no special requirements."

"Thank you very much, senior brother." Li Bing bowed.

A real patrol position is not that simple and has many requirements. This is a position specially created by the man in white robes.

He is in charge of the first six levels of the Heavenly Prison. It can be said that except for the chief and deputy chief of the Punishment Hall, no one can interfere with his affairs there.

Even if the sect leader wants to intervene, he must get the consent of the master of the Punishment Hall.

"Huh? Come and see. This was just passed up by a disciple below. This person is also called Xia Ansheng." The man in white robe said, pointing to another volume.

The people detained and released by the Tianlao every day are registered in the files, one copy is kept as a backup, one copy is stored in the inventory, and one copy is uploaded to him.

He wouldn't normally look at this kind of stuff, as someone would arrange it for him, and it would be useless even if he looked at it.

Today, because of Li Bing's incident, he took a look and unexpectedly discovered this.

Li Binglian leaned in to take a look and saw the pair of names and portraits, and his heart suddenly sank.

"Senior brother, something big happened!"

…………

Sect leader Qiao Shuzhen was handling sect affairs in the main hall.

"Alas, if I had known that being a clan leader was so tiring, I shouldn't have done it in the first place."

"My fellow junior brothers were not as good as me back then, but now I'm afraid one or two of them have surpassed me." Qiao Shuzhen sighed in his heart.

Although this sect leader is nominally the head of the sect, in reality the real decisions are made by the Yuanying True Lords, and he is at best a steward.

However, in order to manage this "home" well, he has been in this position for five hundred years, and his own cultivation has not improved for a long time.

"There are three disciples with natural spiritual roots, and five disciples with top-grade dual spiritual roots."

"When they grow up, I will give the position of lord to one of them."

Qiao Shuzhen thought: "It's almost time for me to fight to the death."

The life span of a golden elixir is eight hundred years. Qiao Shuzhen is now over six hundred years old and is approaching the end of his life.

As the deadline approached, he prepared to sprint towards the Nascent Soul stage.

Although he knew that this was almost impossible given his qualifications and accumulation, but as an immortal cultivator, he believed that no one would choose to die in an ordinary way.

Although dying in a plain and simple way is the best way to die.

As he was thinking, a voice suddenly came to his ears. He had heard this voice before. It was the protector arranged by the sect for Xia Ansheng, the disciple with natural spiritual roots.

Generally speaking, unless it’s something serious, the other party won’t notify you.

In fact, Qiao Shuzhen had only heard the other party's voice but had never seen him. Everything about the other party was a mystery, and perhaps only the Yuanying Zhenjun knew the truth.

"Silently, this Taoist fellow's realm is probably higher than mine." Qiao Shuzhen thought as he listened.

But as he listened, his face changed and he became furious.

"Humph, there is such a thing!"

"Come on, pass on my order to arrest Yang Lei, the captain of the patrol team of the Law Enforcement Hall, and Chang Kun, the outer gate manager."

"Let the people of the Discipline Hall conduct a thorough trial and make a fair judgment!"

As the leader of a sect, Qiao Shuzhen gave an order and the huge mechanism immediately started to move.

After arranging everything, his originally furious expression calmed down again, with worry on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, there is a saying in the mortal world that when you find a cockroach in your home, it often means there is a nest of cockroaches."

"I knew the atmosphere in the sect was not good, but I didn't expect it to be this bad."

"A mere patrol captain and an outer sect manager are so bold and reckless."

The atmosphere within the sect is difficult to change, and reform requires drastic courage and determination.

Although he is the leader of a sect, many things are beyond his control. He needs to balance the forces of all parties, so he has to be extremely careful in doing things.

A voice coming from the dark startled Qiao Shuzhen.

"That's right. Farewell, fellow Daoist. The safety of that Heavenly Spiritual Root disciple is in your hands."

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On the first floor of the Sky Prison, Tang Ansheng was doing an experiment.

The young man who originally had madness in his eyes was now tied up on the bed and could not move at all.

The noisy prisoners around them now quieted down and stared at this place without blinking.

What did they just see?

The old man, who was in his seventies or eighties, pushed open the human-shaped soul-suppressing handcuffs with his hands.

Then he grabbed the middle railing with both hands and pulled it outwards, and the railing that could block the spiritual energy was pulled open.

The man just walked up to the crazy young man in a swagger, knocked him down with a punch, tore off his clothes to make a rope, and trapped him on the bed.

What is this going to do?

No, this is an old man in his seventies or eighties who is at the first level of Qi training?

If you say that they are peerless geniuses who have reached the thirteenth level of Qi training, they can do it.

"People like this should be locked up on the ninth floor of the prison. Why are they locked up on the first floor with these minions?"

The prisoners present did not even dare to swallow their saliva, for fear of attracting the other party's attention.

The young man chained to the prisoner was now shouting, "I am Chang Wei, and my father is the outer sect steward Chang Kun!"

"What do you want to do?! Let me go, let me go!"

He twisted his body again and again, but for some reason, he couldn't exert any strength at this moment, although he could usually break free easily.

He noticed that it was the old man who was eccentric.

"Keep your voice down." Tang Ansheng stretched out his hand and patted the other person's throat. The other person seemed to have been hit hard, his eyes widened instantly, and he was unable to speak.

"Don't worry, I have good control over my strength. I won't kill you. My voice will just become quieter."

Tang Ansheng tried the human-shaped soul-suppressing torture device and found that it was indeed impossible to open it with just his third-level Qi training energy reserves.

But there was not only spiritual energy in his body, but also internal strength. He had an extraordinary control over his internal strength and he easily broke free just by relying on his physical body and internal strength.

This cell does have a strong suppressive effect on spiritual energy, but it is not very effective on the physical body.

Tang Ansheng didn’t think that the Huashen Sect was unable to create a formation to suppress the physical body. Perhaps it was because this was only the first level of the Heavenly Prison and it didn’t require that kind of formation at all.

After all, suppressing human power is much more difficult than suppressing the surrounding spiritual energy.

"Chang Wei, right? Why did you kill that family before?"

"Hehe...ha...ha, if you want to kill me...just kill me..." Because his throat was slapped, his voice was unusually hoarse at the moment.

Every time I spoke, my throat felt like it was burning.

But even so, he still said as if mockingly: "Why... are you so... angry? Ha... ha, let me tell... you, when that woman... died..."

Tang Ansheng slapped him on the throat again, and the severe pain made his face turn red.

"I'm too old to listen to this."

"You are such a bad kid, you need to be reformed."

Tang Ansheng squatted down, took out one of his hands, put it outside the bed, and said, "Now, I'm going to cut your right wrist and let your blood flow out slowly."

"When you realize your mistake, I will let you go."

"Do you think this game is fun?"

When the crazy young man heard this, fear appeared in his eyes. He wanted to say something else, but he saw Tang Ansheng put the five fingers of his right hand together like a knife and swung it.

He felt a pain in his right wrist, as if something warm was flowing out of it.

He struggled frantically, trying to get a better look, but he couldn't move his body.

I can only feel my blood flowing away.

"Ouch, that's a bit of a waste."

"Let me think about what to do."

Tang Ansheng walked around the cell and suddenly said, "I got it. I have a flag that can absorb blood. It will never be wasted."

Tang Ansheng reached out and touched his waist, where there was a storage bag hidden.

The guards here did not search him when he came in. In fact, even if they did, they would not be able to find him given their abilities.

After injecting spiritual power, a two-meter-long black flag appeared in Tang Ansheng's hand.

He placed the flag beneath the young man's outstretched wrist.

In a trance, the young man seemed to hear the dull sound of blood pressure dripping onto the flag.

again and again.

The sound made his heart beat faster unconsciously.

For a moment, a depressing atmosphere spread throughout the place.

"That was a close call." Tang Ansheng pretended to wipe the sweat off his face, "If I hadn't brought the flag, all this blood would have been wasted."

Damn it, you thousand-year-old fox—why are you pretending to be so young?

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