Transforming the false into the true, I am the only one in the world who possesses the true Dharma.

As the woman in white finished speaking, the oil-paper umbrella tilted to the side, and rainwater dripped along the edge to the ground.

Xu Yan glanced at the woman, and related memories flooded back.

The woman's name was Yu Yingyue, and she was the manager of Sangyue Street. She had a cold and aloof personality.

It is said that he was once a member of a family, but after his family was wiped out, he joined the Dust and Sand Gang and started from the bottom.

The oil-paper umbrella she held was made of a special material and was a unique weapon.

Countless souls perished under the oil-paper umbrella.

The arrival of the steward naturally concerns a matter of promotion.

Xu Yan grabbed the longsword beside him, tied it to his waist, and then picked up the bamboo hat from the corner of the wall: "Please lead the way."

Yu Yingyue didn't say much, and walked out of the street with her oil-paper umbrella.

Xu Yan put on a straw hat and stepped into the rain.

Raindrops fell on the straw hat, splashing up a handful of water before sliding down the edge of the hat.

The two parted the rain and walked into the darkness.

……

Sangyue Street is different from Heishui Street; unlike Heishui Street, it doesn't have a wide variety of industries.

This place only deals in one thing—freight transportation.

For all matters involving moving, transporting, and unloading goods, you must go to Sangyue Street.

Yu Yingyue manages this place and earns a considerable income every day, but no one dares to share in it.

Several years ago, when Yu Yingyue was promoted to manager, she dissolved her other businesses.

As the freight industry flourished, some managers began to have their own ideas.

On that day, Yu Yingyue carried an oil-paper umbrella to the destination, and when she returned, the umbrella was soaked in blood and had to be washed for a day and a night.

From then on, the other managers all knew that this woman with an icy face possessed a terrifying madness deep down.

Throughout the journey, Yu Yingyue simply led the way without uttering a single word.

Not long after, Xu Yan and Yu Yingyue arrived at the largest house on Sangyue Street.

Inside the house, the oil lamp cast a warm glow, and the stove in the corner dispelled the chill of the rainy night.

There were nine people sitting inside, each exuding the aura of a perfected Transcendent Realm cultivator.

The longer one remains immersed in the state of perfection, the stronger one will become.

Characters like Xu Tong cannot compare to these nine people.

After entering the room, Xu Yan clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Greetings, esteemed stewards."

Qingyang County has more than ten streets; the Chensha Gang only selected ten managers as representatives to oversee promotions.

As Xu Yan spoke, the managers clasped their hands in greeting, signifying that they had met.

Only one steward remained silent, sitting in his chair and scrutinizing Xu Yan with cold eyes.

Xu Yan turned around and frowned slightly.

He had never met this person, but the person clearly exuded a murderous aura and seemed to dislike him intensely.

The original owner had no relevant memories, after all, he was just a small leader. He was able to know Yu Yingyue because Yu Yingyue was ruthless and lived next to Blackwater Street.

However, since it was time for promotion, Xu Yan didn't say much.

Yu Yingyue sat back in the rattan chair, leaned the oil-paper umbrella against the wall, and spoke in a cold, clear voice.

"Everyone has arrived, let's offer incense."

Two gang members walked in from outside the door.

One of them carried a stove that was half a person's height, while the other held three sticks of incense.

Xu Yanmen knew all the tricks involved.

He stood there calmly, casually took the incense stick handed to him by a member of the gang, and then looked at Yu Yingyue.

"Start the incense offering." Yu Yingyue lightly waved her sleeve.

Xu Yan took out a tinderbox and lit the yellow incense.

Yu Yingyue then said, "Offer incense."

Xu Yan held incense sticks in both hands and placed them in the incense burner.

This is the rule for promotion: burning three yellow incense sticks represents respect for Heaven, Earth, and the leader.

Anyone promoted to manager is considered a mid-level member of the gang, and this process is naturally required.

Yu Yingyue nodded slightly and glanced at the stewards around her: "The incense has been lit. If no one speaks when the incense goes out, then you are convinced."

After these words were spoken, the many managers looked at each other without saying a word.

Those who rise to a managerial position inevitably need to be adept at interpersonal relationships and social skills.

It's fine if there's no promotion, but if there is, then you're the boss at the same level.

Whoever takes the lead will be resented.

Xu Yan didn't say anything, one hand on his sword and the other at his side.

Just as the atmosphere grew quiet, a discordant voice rang out.

"Since you gentlemen have all been so courteous, then let me do it." The steward, who hadn't returned the gift at first, slowly rose, tossed aside the walnuts in his hand, and glanced at Xu Yan with a hint of coldness. "Will you accept it or not?"

Xu Yan raised an eyebrow slightly: "I'll answer, but I have a question to ask."

The steward sneered, "Ask."

Xu Yan pondered for a moment and said, "Do I have a grudge against you, or some kind of grievance? Why have you been dissatisfied with me ever since I came in?"

Before the steward could speak, Yu Yingyue's red lips moved slightly.

"His name is Wang Fu, and he is the manager of Huoyun Street. His younger brother, Wang Yu, is the big boss of Huoyun Street, and his strength has reached the late stage of the Transcendent Realm. He originally had his sights set on Blackwater Street, but you beat him to it."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yan nodded slightly: "I see."

According to the rules of the Dust and Sand Gang, if Blackwater Street decides on a leader, the leader will naturally be chosen from Blackwater Street.

Wang Fu had already planned out his younger brother's future, but he had been robbed of it halfway through, so naturally he wouldn't let him off easily.

Seeing this, the surrounding managers all showed mocking expressions, some even reclining in their chairs, looking ready to watch the show.

The Dust and Sand Gang does not prohibit internal strife, and they are happy to see Wang Fu and Xu Yan fight to the death.

Wang Fu sneered, "Since Steward Yu has spoken for me, then I have nothing more to say. If you leave now, you can continue to be your leader; if you don't..."

"What can I do if I don't retreat?" Xu Yan lightly stroked his longsword and said calmly, "Are you going to kill me?"

Wang Fu lightly patted the large ring-handled sword at his waist, drawing it from its sheath and gripping it in his hand. His expression suddenly turned ferocious.

"In a fight, there will always be casualties. If you die, don't blame me. It's a pity that you have such high cultivation."

Xu Yan glanced at Yu Yingyue: "Is that so?"

Yu Yingyue nodded and said coldly, "That's right."

Xu Yan gave an "oh" and rubbed the longsword between his fingers again.

Seeing that Xu Yan did not answer, Wang Fu assumed that Xu Yan was afraid, and raised his chin and said, "This is your chance. Go back and become a big boss. I will remember this favor. If new streets become available in the future, I will not make things difficult for you."

Xu Yan snapped out of his daze, slightly tightened his fingers, gripped the hilt of the sword, and slowly drew the longsword.

The blade rubbed against the scabbard, producing a teeth-grinding sound.

The other managers were all astonished when Xu Yan drew his longsword.

They sensed that Xu Yan was not only not afraid, but also exuded a fighting spirit.

If it got out that Xu Yan, with his late-stage Transcendent Realm cultivation, was actually seeking to fight a Transcendent Realm Perfection cultivator, everyone would think he was courting death.

Especially with Wang Fu harboring resentment, Xu Yan is likely doomed on this trip.

Yu Yingyue frowned slightly, and a hint of turmoil appeared in her eyes as she looked at Xu Yan.

At this moment, Xu Yan drew his long sword, the tip of which pointed at Wang Fu.

"I'll give you a chance too."

Xu Yan spoke as if recounting a trivial matter: "If you roll down now, you can live, and your brother can live. If you don't roll down, you will die, and your brother will die too."

Upon hearing this, the house fell silent, as if it were a dead zone.

Wang Fu was instantly enraged, raised his large ring-bladed sword, and charged towards Xu Yan.

"court death!"