Nine Netherworld Demon Subduing Record

The sky was dark, and there were very few people in the Imperial Household Department. Most of them had gone home after work. There were some dormitories in the department, but they were all full. So Fu Qing had no choice but to be placed in a storage room next to the library.

Fu Qing was very satisfied with this arrangement. He was unfamiliar with the place and the people, and given his special status as a transmigrator, he was prone to making mistakes when communicating with others. This arrangement suited his wishes perfectly.

Secondly, the job itself sounds like it involves handling various books and records. And if one comes into contact with ancient texts, there will inevitably be a lot of information about this world, which Fu Qing couldn't be happier with.

When the burly man assigned him his duties during the day, he originally only intended for him to be a general laborer, responsible for tasks such as maintaining equipment. However, after learning that he could read, the man took out a book of poems to test him. Although the poems contained many uncommon characters, they posed no difficulty for Fu Qing.

Being literate doesn't mean you can recognize all these uncommon characters.

However, Fu Qingjian found that the poetic forms recorded in the book were exactly the same as those he had learned on Earth, all of them being five-character or seven-character regulated poems.

"Does this mean that all literary genres within the Chinese-speaking cultural sphere share a common origin?"

There was no solution to this problem, even after thinking about it, so Fu Qing had no choice but to put it aside.

As for Fu Qing's arrangements, Chen Xing'an simply sent someone to lead him to the outhouse next to the library before leaving. He even sent someone to give him half of his wages in advance. As for the identity documents, they would take another day to process. Normally, Fu Qing would not be able to get this position without the documents, but this was a special case. Fu Qing felt that he owed Chen Xing'an a great favor for all of Chen's arrangements.

At this moment, Fu Qing was following a young man in a green robe towards the back of the mansion. The young man looked younger than Fu Qing, but he was very eloquent and kept calling Fu Qing "Brother Fu" whenever he saw him.

He was explaining the layout of the Imperial Household Department to Fu Qing in detail. The library was neither too close nor too far. Soon, after passing a corner of a connecting corridor, a three-story building appeared before Fu Qing. The building was built on a very high foundation, and on the side of the foundation, there was a small door that could only allow one person to pass through.

"We're here, Brother Fu. Please make do with your stay here for now. To find a place to eat, go out through that small door over there, turn right and walk a hundred steps, then turn left and walk straight. That's the market. It's cheap to eat there, and everyone loves to go there." The young man handed Fu Qing a key and gestured towards a small door in the distance.

"Thank you so much. May I ask your name, young man?"

"You're too kind. My name is Qi Feng, you can just call me Xiao Qi."

Fu Qing took the key and thanked him. By this time, he had already explained most of the matters concerning the Imperial Household Department, and seeing how articulate he was, Fu Qing would have really wanted to give him a fee if he didn't only have the two jade coins he had advanced.

After saying goodbye to the young man, Fu Qing inserted the key into the lock. The lock had clearly not been opened for some time, and it was a bit stiff when turned. Accompanied by a harsh friction sound, the small door slowly opened, and the smell of old, decaying wood wafted out from inside. Fu Qing had only ever smelled this smell in the basement of his own apartment complex.

The room was pitch black. With the help of the setting sun, Fu Qing could see that there were many wooden shelves piled with miscellaneous items. Fu Qing shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to start tidying up. He used two empty boxes as beds, and he also found a bag of candles on the shelf, with a flint next to it.

With a whoosh, the candle was lit, illuminating the small room. Fu Qing lay on the box and dozed off for a while. After a long day of work, anyone would be tired.

He recalled everything that had happened during the day, as if it were all a dream.

Logically speaking, time travel is something many people would love to do, but Fu Qing only felt a little sad here, after all, he was still a modern person.

He didn't even know if he could go home. At this moment, he was looking forward to the day of the test, to becoming a Dao Master, and then he would have the confidence to explore the Nine Netherworld.

He wondered if his parents would be sad after hearing the news of his disappearance. His younger sister was still young, and he was glad that he had always taught her well. Seeing how sensible his sister was, Fu Qing felt a little more at ease.

"It's just that we don't know what the Nine Netherworlds are like. According to the current information, the strange creatures in the Nine Netherworlds can produce some strange substances, and these substances can be used by Daoist masters."

He had a strange feeling at that moment, like playing a game, going through dungeons, fighting monsters to get materials, and then using those materials to make himself stronger.

However, it was all just speculation. At this moment, Fu Qing suddenly thought of something and sat up abruptly from the bed.

"That's right. Since the Imperial Household Department is in charge of all matters, big and small, in Qingzhou, it must have information about the Nine Netherworlds and Daoist masters. I can look it up in the classics!"

Thinking of this, Fu Qing perked up, but seeing that it was already dark outside and even the afterglow of the setting sun was gone, Fu Qing had no choice but to wait until tomorrow to go to work.

During this agonizing wait, Fu Qing slowly fell asleep until the next morning.

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Early in the morning, Fu Qing went to the laundry room to collect the standard robe. The robe was made of hemp and was dark gray all over, except for the collar and cuffs which were made of crisp white cloth. Fu Qing put it on and glanced at the huge metal mirror in the laundry room. In the bronze mirror, Fu Qing looked exactly like a young man in ancient costume.

His long hair had been gathered and tied behind his head. Although it was a little uncomfortable, he still looked quite good.

After bidding farewell to Grandma, Fu Qing hurriedly returned to the outside of the three-story library. Inside the library was a long staircase. Fu Qing understood why the library was built so high, probably to keep out rats, but it wasn't very friendly to people climbing the stairs.

After finally climbing the stairs, Fu Qing saw that the door of the small building was wide open. In the middle was a table, and behind the table was a huge screen. However, there was no one there. The surrounding area was filled with bookshelves. Fu Qing went in and looked around.

According to the account, someone should have come to meet him here, but he found no one there.

"Is anyone there?" Fu Qing called out softly, and when no one answered, he raised his voice.

"Is anyone there?!"

"What are you shouting for? What are you shouting for?" An old voice came from behind the screen in the middle of the room.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, I am a new clerk who has just arrived to organize the classics. My name is Fu Qing."

"I understand, come over here."

Fu Qing went over and walked around the huge screen. The scene that came into view surprised him.

Behind the screen was a huge wooden table, in which sat a massive, dark red creature. The creature had six arms, each two or three meters long. One arm was flipping through books, one was writing, one was grinding ink, two were occasionally pulling a book from the bookshelf next to it, and the last arm held a fan and was slowly fanning itself.

He turned his head and revealed himself to be an old woman, except that the top of her head above her eyes was the size of a basketball, her ears were pointed and long, and she was wearing a black official hat. She was holding her glasses with one hand and staring intently at Fu Qing.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!" Fu Qing clasped his hands in greeting. Although he was initially surprised, having seen many strange creatures, he had now calmed down.