I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

The underworld's government offices cannot be stumbled upon by mortals; they must be located in a secluded place.

The Inspectorate's main tasks were twofold: first, to exterminate evil spirits around Guiling City; and second, to gather information. Any major events were reported to the Jifeng Hall, and then the Chief Clerk would forward them to the City God.

As Zhong Jiu touched the token, he became more and more familiar with the underworld system. The location had to be outside the city. There were plenty of desolate mountains and wilderness outside Guiling City. Nowadays, all the living people were crowding into the city, and you couldn't even see a stray dog ​​outside. It was the perfect place to hide the government office.

After wandering around the mountains with his Soul Soldiers for over an hour, Zhong Jiu finally stopped on a bare hillside.

There aren't even any wild grasses here, and the wind carries the smell of earth; no one would come here to join the fun.

"This is it!"

Chung Kau threw the token to the ground, and the token flew up with a "hum" and turned into a black light that shot into the sky.

The next second, a dark temple crashed down from the clouds with a loud bang, landing firmly in the mountain valley, sending rocks tumbling everywhere.

At the same time, dark clouds suddenly filled the sky, thunder and lightning crackled, and purple lightning tumbled in the clouds, illuminating the world intermittently.

Zhou Sheng and the others looked up at the scene, their souls tensing up. The Underworld government was indeed different; even its opening ceremony had the air of "King Yama patrolling the streets."

Zhong Jiu didn't care at all, and strode into the Underworld Palace with the Ghost-Slaying Sword in hand.

Upon entering, one sees a courtyard of about 40 to 50 square meters, with sixteen statues of evil spirits standing on both sides. They have blue faces and fangs, and hold knives, spears, and iron chains, looking as if they are about to pounce on you, exuding a sense of intimidation.

Passing through the courtyard leads to the main hall. As soon as Zhong Jiu stepped inside, dozens of candles flickered on, casting a warm yellow light on the murals on the walls.

On the left is a scene of evil spirits devouring people and wreaking havoc on the human world, while on the right is a scene of saviors wielding chains and clubs, beating the evil spirits to a pulp. The painting is so lifelike that you can almost hear the evil spirits' screams.

In the center of the main hall stood a dark-colored table, behind which was a large chair, clearly the throne of the Inspector.

Zhong Jiu plopped down and immediately noticed an iron box on the table.

Upon opening it, a government seal engraved with a demon pattern lay quietly, bearing the inscription "Zhong, Inspector of the Jifeng Hall under the City God of Guiling," the small gold characters gleaming with official authority.

His previous military tally was taken away by the system, and this official seal is now the symbol of his identity.

Zhong Jiu placed the official seal on the table with a muffled thud, causing the candlelight in the hall to flicker.

"Wearing official robes, holding an official seal, and carrying a three-foot sword, he really does look like a high-ranking official in the underworld."

Zhong Jiu toyed with the official seal, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhou Sheng and the others standing outside the hall, their eyes filled with anticipation. He immediately called out loudly, "Zhou Sheng, bring in the remaining seventeen brothers!"

Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately led the people in.

Previously, Zhong Jiu only had ten soldiers, leaving seventeen others to watch helplessly. Now, with his promotion to Inspector, he will have one hundred Soul Soldiers and ten Soul Officers under his command, which will fill the vacancy.

"From this day forward, you are all the soul soldiers of the Guiling City Supervisory Bureau!"

With a flick of his finger, Zhong Jiu sent out seventeen military tokens that landed precisely in each person's hand.

The moment the military talisman touched his body, the seventeen souls solidified, their faces filled with excitement.

"Thank you, sir!"

Everyone knelt down with a thud.

Being able to join the underworld's establishment is even more prestigious than being a hero in the mortal world; you might even become a god who receives incense offerings in the future!

"Zhou Sheng, Fan Ying, step forward!" Zhong Jiu shouted.

Zhou Sheng and a burly Soul Soldier immediately stepped forward, their backs ramrod straight.

"From this day forward, you are the soul messengers of the Inspectorate!"

As soon as they finished speaking, their military tokens hummed and transformed into black tokens, and the ghost-slaying sticks appeared out of thin air in their hands, their spiritual aura increasing significantly.

"Thank you for your promotion, sir!"

The two were so excited that their souls trembled, and they kowtowed heavily.

Being promoted from a regular Soul Soldier to a Soul Sergeant is similar to being promoted from a private to a platoon leader in the army. How could you not be happy?

"Liu Canying, you step forward as well."

Zhong Jiu looked at the thin, small soul soldier at the end of the line.

Liu Canying was a man of few words but meticulous. Last time, during the search of the ghost's den, he even found out exactly where the evil spirits had hidden their backup lair, saving Zhong Jiu a lot of trouble.

"You are the third Soul Envoy, temporarily in charge of four Soul Soldiers. You can choose suitable Yin Souls to fill the remaining seven positions yourself."

Chung Kau tossed out a Soul Messenger token, "Work hard, and you'll benefit greatly from the future expansion of the Inspectorate."

"Yes, sir! Thank you for your trust!"

Liu Canying's eyes lit up, and he quickly knelt down to accept the order. He had long suggested that Zhong Jiu recruit soldiers from ordinary ghosts, and now he finally had the opportunity to show his skills.

Zhong Jiu sat on the throne, looking at his obedient subordinates below, and a feeling of dominance arose spontaneously within him.

He had no idea that his display of "official power" tonight had caused an uproar in the Guiling City Special Operations Team and even the Provincial Capital Special Operations Department, with a group of people arguing heatedly about his "deeds".

In the office of the Guiling City Special Task Force, the projection screen of the video conference was blindingly bright.

Zhong Yingmei and Daoist Changdeng sat upright. On the other side of the screen, a dozen or so bigwigs from the provincial capital's special operations department had different expressions. There were high-ranking officials in uniforms and highly skilled cultivators in Daoist robes, each with an imposing aura.

"Say it again, you really encountered soul soldiers from the underworld?"

In the center of the screen, the elderly leader with gray hair adjusted his glasses, his tone full of disbelief; this was the third time he had asked.

"Absolutely true! Iron chains dragging on the ground, black mist obscuring their forms, and shouting 'Soul soldiers are passing through, the living must retreat!' What else could they be but soldiers from the underworld?"

Chung Ying-mei patiently repeated herself, fully aware that the news was too explosive; anyone would have to confirm it repeatedly.

"Absurd! Utter nonsense!"

The screen immediately erupted in chaos. A tall, thin man in a Taoist robe sneered, "The underworld and the netherworld are just things from plays. Why don't you say you saw Sun Wukong?"

"Exactly! They must have misjudged it; they might have mistaken a flaming demon for a ghost hunt!"

Another middle-aged official tapped the table in agreement, "There are so many special operations points across the province, and only your Guiling City claims to have seen the underworld? That's too much of a coincidence!"

"Please be patient, everyone!"

Master Changdeng finally couldn't hold back any longer, slamming his fist on the table and standing up. "Didn't you all used to say 'there are no ghosts in the world'? And what happened? Now evil spirits dare to break into people's homes! If ghosts can become real, why can't the underworld exist?"

His words left everyone speechless.

You should know that as a C-level member, he was not qualified to attend the meeting. He was only allowed to attend because he saw the Soul Weapon with his own eyes. Questioning Zhong Yingmei is a slap in his face.

"That's not how you say it."

A tall, thin Taoist priest sneered, "Even if the underworld truly exists, why did it hide when evil spirits were rampant, only to emerge now? This doesn't make sense!"

Master Changdeng choked, unable to answer.

The middle-aged official seized the opportunity to add insult to injury: "In my opinion, you're just being paranoid. Guiling City is a small place; you don't see many evil spirits there. When you encounter something strange, you attribute it to mythology."

"Teacher, I swear on my life, that was no ordinary ghost."

Zhong Yingmei stopped arguing with the crowd and looked directly at the old man in the corner of the screen, Zhang Yunxiao, the head of the Special Operations Department, her mentor, and the pillar of the entire Special Operations system.

The meeting room fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Yunxiao.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his expression solemn, and remained silent for a full half minute; the air seemed to freeze.

"Chung Ying-mei is the most reliable student I have ever taught. I believe what she says."

Zhang Yunxiao finally spoke, his voice not loud but carrying immense weight, "Enough with the questioning, let's get down to business."

This was the authority of a big shot; the crowd that had been arguing heatedly earlier immediately fell silent.