Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

Zhou Yan put the booklet into his bosom, clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"Thank you, jailer."

Prisoner Liu waved his hand, his attitude noticeably more lenient than before.

"Do your job well from now on. Don't think that just because you can sense qi and blood, you're a true martial artist. You're still far from it, so don't slack off."

"Yes."

Zhou Yan bowed his head and agreed.

Instructor Zhao walked to his side and lowered her voice, saying:

"You've progressed too quickly; your energy and blood are still weak. You've made some progress, but you still need to gradually strengthen your foundation."

"Don't push yourself too hard these next few days, or you'll damage your foundation and it will be too late to regret it."

Zhou Yan's heart stirred.

Although Instructor Zhao didn't talk much, his reminder was sincere.

He quickly said:

"Thank you for your guidance, instructor."

Instructor Zhao nodded and said nothing more.

The assessment continues.

But few people cared about the performance of the next few people.

Li Mazi and Xiao Liuzi stood in the crowd, their faces ashen, as if they had swallowed flies.

Especially Li Mazi.

He had originally planned to watch Zhou Yan make a fool of himself after he was banished to the Corpse-Dragging Cave.

But now?

Zhou Yan not only didn't go to the Corpse-Dragging Cave, but also became a formal prison guard.

He even learned the "Collarbone Grappling Technique".

From this day forward, Zhou Yan is no longer the same person as these temporary prison guards.

Zhu Asan stood at the back of the crowd, but his face was full of smiles.

When the assessment ended and the crowd dispersed, he put his arm around Zhou Yan's shoulder and jokingly scolded him:

"Good lad, you've been hiding it well!"

Zhou Yan smiled wryly:

"Third Brother, I've only made some progress in the last two days."

"Come on."

Zhu Asan glared at him, but his smile remained unchanged.

  

"But this is for the best. If your father were still alive, he would probably be so happy today that he could drink a few more jugs of wine."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan paused slightly.

He didn't have much affection for the original owner's father.

In the original owner's memories, the taciturn old jailer did indeed exhaust himself for this son.

Zhou Yan nodded slightly.

"Um."

Zhu Asan patted him on the shoulder and didn't continue the topic.

"Come on, I'll take you to the duty room to get your official prison guard badge and uniform."

Now that you've been promoted to a permanent position, although you're still on the night shift, you can also work rotating shifts from now on.

Zhou Yan smiled and nodded.

Although his mental age was no longer that of a teenager, he still felt a little excited about successfully becoming a full-fledged member and acquiring a martial arts skill.

The two walked quickly toward the duty room.

After receiving their prison badges and new prison uniforms, Zhou Yan and Zhu Asan parted ways.

He went to the death row alone to stand guard for his last day.

He will most likely not be working in the death row area tomorrow, since the death row area is mostly for temporary guards.

Just past a corner, a hunched figure suddenly emerged from the deep passageway of the death row ahead.

He was a hunchbacked old soldier.

He was dressed in the uniform of a formal prison guard, carrying a half-full jug of kerosene, the hem of his uniform stained with mud.

Zhou Yan paused slightly.

He flipped through the original owner's memories and vaguely remembered that this person seemed to be called Sun Dian.

A veteran from the outer prison area.

He doesn't talk much, has a low profile, and doesn't have much of a relationship with the original owner of this body.

only……

How did people from the outer prison area manage to get out from the depths of death row?

The hunchbacked old soldier seemed to have seen Zhou Yan as well. He raised his head and said in a hoarse voice:

"The brazier in the death row is out of oil today, so I've come to change it."

After saying that, he picked up the kerosene can, hunched over, and walked past Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan glanced at his back, and a faint green glimpse flashed by.

Before he could get a closer look, the other person had already gone around the corner.

Zhou Yan had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

How could an old prison guard have a green entry?

Did I see it wrong?

But this thought only flashed through my mind.

Whether it's green or not doesn't matter much to him; his mind is mostly on the "Collarbone Capturing Technique" in his arms.

He shook his head and continued walking forward.

But before he could reach his post, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.

Zhu Asan came running over quickly, his face pale, his voice hurried.

"Ayan! Some officials have arrived outside the prison! Warden Liu wants us to assemble in the torture chamber."

The passageway fell silent for a moment.

"Sir? What sir?"

Zhou Yan stood there, somewhat bewildered.

He quickly followed Zhu Asan back to the torture chamber.

A series of orderly footsteps could be heard at the entrance to the prison.

Several figures dressed in black official robes and with weapons at their waists walked slowly into the hall in the firelight.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Yan subconsciously looked up.

next moment.

A blinding blue light overwhelmed the surrounding green lights and entered his eyes.

Zhou Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

blue!

This was the first time he had seen a blue entry since he had transmigrated to this world.

The tall woman in front of us, dressed in a black official robe and wearing a hood, who looked quite young, actually possessed a blue attribute!

[Innate Sword Form (Blue)]

[The target state is stable; the exchange requires a lifespan of 379 years.]

Beside that blue light, there was also a slightly dim green light.

【Exquisite Jade Body (Green)】

[The target state is stable; the exchange requires a lifespan of 266 years.]

Two entries!

One blue and one green!

Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes, ignoring the exaggerated lifespan figure, and was filled with inexplicable astonishment.

"Innate Sword Form" sounds impressive and high-class, doesn't it?

Who exactly is this woman?

Not just her.

Standing behind her were two men dressed in black, also wearing hoods, each with a green light emanating from their heads.

One is [Master of Hidden Weapons (Green)].

The other one is [Quick Knife (Green)].

Although none of them could compare to the dazzling blue light above the woman's head, they were still quite similar to the serious criminal deep inside the prison.

There was one person whose entry he seemed to have seen a few days ago.

It was the black-clad officials who were moving up and down the rooftops!

He had initially thought they were from the county government, but now it seemed they weren't.

Where did these amazing people come from?

Seemingly sensing something, the woman in the lead paused slightly, then her gaze suddenly swept towards Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan was startled and quickly lowered his head, the blue-green light in his eyes disappearing instantly.

Seriously? They can get caught just by glancing at you twice?

"Has my lord discovered something?"

The man in black behind the woman saw her stop and asked in a low voice.

The woman glanced around and frowned slightly.

Just now, she suddenly had a vague feeling, as if she was being watched, but when she looked in the direction of her senses, the feeling disappeared, as if it were an illusion.

"It's nothing."

The woman's voice was cold as she looked away.

She pondered for a moment, but without any clue, she had no choice but to put it aside for the time being and continue walking forward.

Liu, the jailer, had already stood up from his seat at the head of the table and jogged over to greet him.

He usually acted superior in front of these low-ranking jailers, but now, facing these men in black, he was practically bent over at the knees.

"Greetings, Your Excellency. Gentlemen, please take a seat."

The jailer's voice carried a hint of caution.

The woman didn't even glance at him, walking straight to the head of the torture chamber, her gaze sweeping over the crowd with indifferent indifference.

The man in black standing beside her suddenly stepped forward, his voice cold and hard:

"By order of the commander of the Xuanyi Guard of the prefectural city, I am temporarily taking over the prison of Qingzhou County."

Black-Clad Guards?

A suppressed gasp suddenly rose from the torture chamber.

Zhou Yan was also startled.

In the original owner's memories, the Black-Clad Guards were an extraordinary position.

It is said that they are directly under the emperor's command, and can report matters directly to that person without going through the cabinet.

It is a special department dedicated to investigating martial arts sects, traitors, and heretical cults.

Execution first, notification later, a privilege granted by imperial authority.

Not only is their power terrifying, but everyone inside is also a martial arts master.

No wonder Liu, the jailer, had such a fawning smile that his eyes were practically closed, as if he'd seen his own father.

If you anger these people, they can easily label you, or even kill you without a label, and no one will say anything in your defense.

But what would a big shot like the Black-Clad Guards do in such a small place?

Seeing the commotion in the torture chamber, Liu, the jailer, straightened his face and quickly shouted:

"Quiet!"

The moment that sound rang out, the torture chamber fell completely silent.

The man in black then continued:

"The serious criminal who was imprisoned deep in the death row the day before yesterday is involved in a major case of the Black-Clad Guard."

"They are only being held here temporarily because they are pursuing the remaining accomplices and have not yet returned."

"I'm returning to the city today and came specifically to pick someone up."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan's heart sank.

The serious offender who was imprisoned deep in the death row the day before yesterday.

Zhou Yan stood at the back of the crowd, his fingers, which were hanging in his sleeves, tightened slightly.

Could it be such a coincidence?

He originally thought that the man was just an ordinary gangster who had at most killed some people and offended the authorities.

Unexpectedly, it involved the case of the Black-Clad Guards.

This is troublesome.

very troublesome.

……