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

Zhong Jiu had already made his choice: the position of City God of Kyoto. It offered both power and enjoyment, making it the perfect fit.

Firstly, the position of City God of Kyoto has been vacant for a long time, and the underworld's layout in the mortal world is somewhat lacking, so someone urgently needs to fill the vacancy. By appointing his clone to the position, he can also be seen as perfecting the underworld system.

Secondly, although the underworld is majestic, it is ultimately too dull and not as interesting as the mortal world. He himself is in charge of Fengdu and handles the affairs of the underworld, while his clone stays in the mortal world. This way, the clone can not only perform his duties but also see the various aspects of human life and add some fun to it.

"I've made my decision. I hereby appoint Yin Po as the City God of Kyoto!"

Zhong Jiu no longer hesitated, spoke in a deep voice, his tone firm and imposing, carrying the authority of King Qin Guang, his words decisive.

The next moment, the system notification sounded again, confirming his appointment. Immediately afterwards, Yin Po underwent a tremendous change.

In an instant, Yin Po's plain Taoist robe changed into a purplish-black official robe. He wore a sword at his waist and held a large, jet-black seal in his hand—the City God Seal. His aura surged, and he broke through to the Divine King Realm, a level of divine cultivation.

"I'll leave the affairs of the mortal world to you, fellow Daoist."

Zhong Jiu looked at Yin Po and smiled faintly, his tone full of trust. There was no need for further words; their hearts were in sync.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, I will fulfill my mission, uphold order in the mortal realm, and live up to Your Excellency's trust!"

Yin Po smiled faintly, placed one hand on his sword, and vanished from the Xuanming Palace in a flash.

Clearly, he was also unwilling to stay a moment longer and was eager to go to the mortal world, take up his post, and fulfill his duties as the City God of the capital.

Zhong Jiu chuckled softly and shook his head. He hadn't expected that he could unexpectedly create such a powerful clone, which saved him a lot of trouble.

He sat back down on the cloud platform, calmed his mind, and began to think about what to do next.

The first thing to be resolved is the vacancy of the four judges, as this concerns the order of the underworld and cannot be delayed.

Wen Tianxiang's talents were buried while he was serving as the City God of Changsha, which was a great waste of his abilities. With his upright character and outstanding abilities, he would have been able to do an excellent job as a judge in the Underworld Law Division and live up to expectations.

Zhong Jiu immediately summoned the underworld messengers and ordered them to carry his transfer order to Xingsha at top speed to summon Wen Tianxiang to Fengdu to take up his post, without delay.

However, the remaining three judge positions put Zhong Jiu in a difficult position, and he couldn't decide for a while.

He had previously spent a lot of incense points to exchange for the seventy-five departments of the underworld and the eighteen levels of hell. Now his stock was almost depleted, and he could not exchange for three judges at once. He had to find another way.

"Let's find out where the monk who was executed is."

Zhong Jiu's heart stirred, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and an idea surged into his mind.

He and the monk Fuzhu had not seen each other for seven hundred years. After they parted ways, the monk Fuzhu disappeared without a trace.

Given the monk's character—hating evil and being bloodthirsty—he would certainly not be content with his lot and would inevitably be slaying demons and monsters everywhere, doing things that are extremely dangerous and risky.

So many years have passed, and there has been no news of him. Zhong Jiu couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Could this guy have already perished?

Zhong Jiu condensed a wisp of divine essence at his fingertips and slammed it heavily onto the Haotian Mirror. The mirror surface instantly burst forth with ten thousand golden rays, piercing through the void and probing straight into the chaos.

As the golden light receded, the mirror suddenly reflected a blood-red world, its malevolent aura soaring to the heavens, almost bursting through the mirror and turning against it.

That crimson expanse was none other than the infamous Blood Sea Garden of the Asura Clan, a place renowned throughout the Three Realms for its unruly nature!

Above the sea of ​​blood, a towering platform of black iron rose from the ground, its body shrouded in a faint Buddhist light, standing out starkly against the surrounding crimson hue.

The monk Fuzhu had grown increasingly fat and bloated. He was half-paralyzed on a wide chair covered with Asura animal skin, his left hand gripping a gleaming roast goose leg, his right hand holding a jar of fragrant spirit wine. Oil still clung to the corners of his mouth, his face flushed as if drunk, and he was shouting something with spittle flying everywhere, his tone extremely arrogant.

On the high platform beneath his feet, more than a dozen Asura clan powerhouses were tightly bound by black iron chains, kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed low, their faces full of shame and indignation, yet they dared not make the slightest move, not even having the courage to look up at him.

They were all dejected, their fierce aura completely suppressed, like a pack of tamed wild dogs.

"What's this monk up to?"

Zhong Jiu raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise rising in his heart, but he continued to observe with great interest.

What is the nature of the Asura race?

That was known throughout the Three Realms as unruly and arrogant, with a fiery temper and extreme xenophobia. Even if he couldn't win, he would fight to the death, let alone be tied up and forced to kneel. He never gave in!

There are countless warlike races, but the Asura race is unique in the world for its relentless fighting and unyielding spirit, even when outmatched.

Looking across the Three Realms, anyone who gets involved with the Asura race will be entangled in endless troubles. Defeating one will only result in ten or a hundred rushing in. Even if they are crippled, once they recover, they will come back again and again, endlessly.

Therefore, the Asura race has always been like a rock in a latrine, smelly and hard, and few forces in the Three Realms are willing to touch it to avoid getting into trouble.

But look at the monk who was executed; he's living a life of unbelievable comfort!

He sat arrogantly on the high platform in the middle of the sea of ​​blood, pointing and gesturing at a group of Asuras, spitting everywhere. Those Asuras who were usually so arrogant did not even dare to show any anger, but instead looked ashamed.

Is this still the same unruly and rebellious Asura race, who would rather die than surrender?

Zhong Jiu was filled with disbelief. With a slight movement of his fingertips, a wisp of divine thought instantly transmitted to his clone, informing him of all the strange phenomena on this side.

At this moment, Zhong Jiu's clone had already stepped out of the gates of hell and into the mortal realm, shaking off the chilling aura of the underworld.

In a flash, he ascended to the summit, gazing down at the bustling world below, a pure and gentle smile spreading across his face.

This clone was originally the embodiment of his sunny and righteous spirit, filled with compassion, and moved by the vitality of the world.

The clone formed from the hidden soul carries Zhong Jiu's purest kindness and compassion, has a loving heart for all things in heaven and earth, and cannot bear to see living beings suffer.

As the sun rose in the east, its golden light bathed the earth, and all things revived and came to life. This sight warmed his heart and filled him with emotion.

"What a vibrant and thriving place!"

Just as he was feeling sentimental, the information from the original body flooded into his mind, clearly presenting the strange phenomena of the Blood Sea Garden.

With a quick shift in his thoughts, a faint smile appeared on his lips as he murmured, "In that case, I'll go and meet that old friend first."

He took a step forward, and a flash of spiritual light appeared around him, instantly transforming him into a jade-white long robe. This robe accentuated his upright and slender figure, and the faint smile on his lips exuded a gentle and refined aura, as refreshing as a spring breeze.

At this moment, he walks in Zhong Jiu's human form, having shed the majesty of the underworld and gained a touch of worldly gentleness, yet still unable to conceal the extraordinary nature within him.

With a swift movement, he arrived at a bustling city and stepped into it with light, deliberate steps.

Seven hundred years have passed, and the once technologically advanced city has changed its appearance. Ancient-style buildings stand side by side, complementing modern buildings and creating a unique scene that blends the ancient and the modern, which is dazzling to the eye.

The interweaving of ancient elegance and modern convenience, with both the rustic charm of blue bricks and gray tiles and the grandeur of skyscrapers, prompted Zhong Jiu to nod slightly.

Zhong Jiu understood that this was the inevitable result of the times; seven hundred years was enough to turn a world upside down.

In the past seven hundred years, the number of cultivators has increased by more than a thousand times, and two distinct classes have gradually formed in the world, with strict barriers that are insurmountable.

On one side are ordinary people living in the city, guarding fame, fortune, fine wine and delicacies. In the eyes of cultivators, these are nothing but mundane things. They live a peaceful and uneventful life, unaware of the vastness of the world and the mystery of cultivation.

On the other side are cultivators, who control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, fly on swords, overturn rivers and seas, and travel to the highest heavens and the deepest hells. They are high above, beings that millions of mortals look up to, and who hold the rules and the power of discourse in the world.

Throughout history, the lower classes have always aspired to the upper classes, and what the elites desire will inevitably create a trend among the people—this is an unchanging truth.

Practitioners all travel in ancient costumes, exuding an otherworldly air and extraordinary temperament. Naturally, the common people followed suit, and over time, even bustling cities gradually moved towards a retro style.

Of course, this is by no means a technological regression. Airplanes and high-speed trains still travel constantly, and the internet and electricity are still widespread. Technology and spiritual practice have long coexisted in this world without conflict.

At that moment, a passenger plane roared into the sky, cutting through the horizon and leaving a faint trail. Zhong Jiu glanced at it, then looked away and continued walking forward.

He already possessed an otherworldly air, coupled with a gentle aura that even he himself lacked. As he walked along, he attracted the frequent glances of many passing women, their eyes filled with amazement and shyness, causing them to slow their pace.

Zhong Jiu noticed their gazes, turned her head and smiled faintly at them. Her eyes and brows seemed to glow with a gentle light, warm and unassuming.

His smile seemed to have a magical power; the women froze on the spot, their eyes glazed over, their breathing slowed, their minds went blank, and all they could see was his smile.

Little did they know that in that instant of laughter, Zhong Jiu had already quietly infiltrated their memories, taking in all the changes and shifts in the mortal realm over the past seven hundred years.