Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

The entrance to the Demon Soul Palace is deep within the crisscrossing path. According to his monitoring and calculations, the seal on the Demon Soul Palace should not loosen for another three to five years.

However, the demonic energy did noticeably decrease during this period. Perhaps unbeknownst to him, the seal had truly broken, and that master in plain clothes had entered the Demon Soul Palace.

There is another possibility, though: a secret passage.

However, the Demon Soul Hall and the secret passage have one thing in common: once someone enters, they will appear directly in the Overlord's Hall.

Those who didn't know the inside story would think that person had just come out of the Netherworld Corridor.

Yang Xiong immediately summoned one of his trusted men and asked if there was any unusual news in the Overlord's Hall. The man said no, everything was normal.

Yang Xiong remained silent for a moment, then ordered that from now on, more people be stationed at the two entrances to the Overlord's Hall. Without his order, no one was allowed to enter but no one was allowed to leave.

Then, he gathered everyone in front of him.

"The Demon Soul Palace may have been unsealed." Yang Xiong's voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard it clearly. "I need someone to go in and scout ahead. Whoever goes in will be promoted one rank and receive a reward of 1000 upon returning."

With such a generous reward, some were tempted, some hesitated, but no one spoke up.

The Imperial Guards each had their own agendas.

Apart from Yang Xiong's few confidants, most of the people here are just transient soldiers. They come to the Demon Sealing Camp to accumulate experience. Once they have served their full term, they will be transferred back. Their future is not here, so why gamble with their lives?

The subordinates didn't want to take any risks either. They had worked their way up from being labor camp prisoners, finally becoming half of the Imperial Guards, and were content with their lives; there was no need to send them down a path to their deaths.

Chapter 138 From Bicycle to Motorcycle

Besides, we'd only heard about what the monster blocking the gate looked like before. Now, seeing the miners who broke through the tunnels suffering heavy casualties, who wouldn't be worried?

Ultimately, due to Yang Xiong's long-term corruption and inaction, the lazy atmosphere of the Demon-Sealing Golden Guard had long been deeply rooted.

If they call your name directly, there's no way to refuse; not going is considered disobeying orders, and even your family will be implicated. But if your name isn't called, then everyone just lies low, and nobody wants to get involved.

Not to mention the miners.

They had just escaped with their lives from the Zongheng Road, and now at the very least, they were subordinates of the Jinwu Guard, with their families receiving preferential treatment, and no longer having to mine in shackles.

We've only had a few good days left, who would want to go back to the gates of hell?

Besides, this official may speak eloquently, but what if he's two-faced and ends up in jail? Wouldn't all those promises be meaningless? What would happen to his family if he died in vain?

After waiting for a while, no one moved.

Yang Xiong's trusted general couldn't stand it any longer. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and bowed respectfully.

"grown ups……"

He started to walk out as he spoke.

Yang Xiong reached out and pressed him down. He understood; these people weren't swayed by profit, so he had no choice but to name names.

His gaze swept across the crowd, and just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly lit up.

A middle-aged man with gray hair but a straight back stepped out from the corner.

He walked to the front, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yang Xiong, and said nothing, but his eyes were firm.

"My lord, may I give it a try?"

Yang Xiong glanced at him: "Have you thought it through?"

Qin Zhengchuan nodded.

He also noticed the commander's awkward situation, cleared his throat, clasped his hands and said, "My lord, I have only one request. My daughter, Qin Yumo, is a first-class talent, but because of me, she is now working in the mines. I implore you to exempt her from her mining duties and allow her to join the Golden Guard to slay demons and monsters and level up."

Yang Xiong squinted, sizing up the middle-aged man with gray hair in front of him.

Having someone to care about? That's good! People are easier to work with when they have someone to care about, and you don't have to worry about them not giving their all.

He nodded, his tone indifferent: "Granted. After you return, I will personally arrange your daughter's affairs."

Qin Zhengchuan felt relieved and clasped his hands in thanks.

He has nothing left to lose.

My home is gone, my ancestral property is gone.

Even if a criminal who has been exiled and whose home has been confiscated is now a member of the Imperial Guard, he has only climbed from the mine pit to the edge of the mine pit. The sky above his head is still gray, and his whole family still has to stay in this godforsaken place.

Ke Yumo is different. That child's talent is top-tier, truly top-tier.

His own lineage has seen its talent decline with each generation, and by the time it reached him, it was almost exhausted.

He used a secret method to unleash all of his wife's potential during her pregnancy and transfer it to the child in her womb.

The lady, an awakened being, became an ordinary person because of that one overdraft.

He gambled everything his wife had and spent all his ancestral property to gather those divine waters.

These were supposed to allow Yu Mo to stand at the top of the younger generation in Bich City and revive the glory of the Qin family ancestors, but now nothing is left.

Regardless of whether Lin Mu truly gained His Majesty's favor, he ultimately caused his daughter to suffer injustice in Yu Mo's marriage.

Otherwise, Yu Mo wouldn't have stopped wanting to level up with him later on.

If Yu Mo can have a better future, at least he, as her father, can make up for it a little.

Therefore, we cannot give up.

If Yu Mo could become a subordinate, her future might still be different.

And this person just said "maybe," what if the lockdown isn't lifted? Then I'd have gotten something for nothing.

Yang Xiong stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.

"Okay. Go ahead. When you come back, whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

Hearing this, Qin Zhengchuan's anger burned even brighter.

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Meanwhile, deep within the mine, Qin Yumo was holding a pickaxe, chiseling away at the rock face.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust danced in the torchlight, choking her and making her throat tight.

She had lost count of how many days she had been digging; her hands were calloused, and her fingernails were always stained with indelible grime.

But now she no longer digs mindlessly; with each strike, she silently recites a phrase in her mind.

She couldn't quite explain what she was thinking. Maybe she was waiting for news of her father, hoping he would return safely; maybe she was waiting for her former companions, hoping someone would come to her aid; maybe she was waiting for her nominal husband, hoping he would see her in such a wretched state.

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In the Demon Sealing City, in an extremely simple thatched hut, Madam Qin and Chunxing squatted together in front of the stove. The fire in the stove was burning brightly, making their faces flushed.

The oil sizzled in the pan, and the aroma of pancakes filled the small kitchen.

Madam Qin flipped the pancake, but her eyes seemed vacant, as if she were lost in thought.

Chunxing stared at the flickering flame, motionless, as if looking at something very, very far away.

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Deep within the Path of Intersection, surrounded by a crowd, Qin Zhengchuan arrived at the entrance to the Demon Soul Palace. The demonic energy here was much weaker than when Lin Mu first arrived; the dark purple mist was so thin that its color was almost invisible, and the torchlight could illuminate the stone slabs and walls inside the door.

Qin Zhengchuan stood in front of the door, clutching a random teleportation scroll in his hand. The crowd behind him was packed tightly together, and the torchlight illuminated the entrance brightly.

Some people whispered among themselves, some watched the show with their arms crossed, and some had faint smiles on their lips.

A warrior, armed with a random teleportation scroll, dares to enter the Demon Soul Palace? He's courting death.

Although they didn't even know what the Demon Soul Palace was like, they were certain that this person was going to die.

Qin Zhengchuan ignored them. He took a deep breath and stepped towards the door.

One step. He didn't go in. The door was like an invisible wall, firmly blocking his way.

He took another step. Still, he didn't go in.

Take another step. Unmoved.

Qin Zhengchuan stood at the door and let out a long sigh of relief. He couldn't get in.

The seal on the Demon Soul Palace remains intact. He gambled correctly.

The crowd behind him fell silent for a moment, then erupted in chaos. Some cursed, some slapped their thighs in regret, and some stared wide-eyed.

Yang Xiong immediately announced that Qin Zhengchuan would be promoted to Jinwuwei (Imperial Guard), his daughter would be exempted from the forced labor in the mines, and other rewards would be distributed after the matter was completed.

A wave of envy swept through the crowd, and sarcastic remarks and cynical comments emerged from every corner, but no one dared to speak out loud.

Yang Xiong didn't stop. He turned to face the crowd and said he would send people to investigate the secret passage.

Before he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the crowd changed.

This time, those subordinates, whether newly promoted miners or those who were originally subordinates, all had red eyes.

People who signed up were crammed together, some shouting "I'll go!" and others raising their hands higher than their heads, pushing and shoving forward, almost causing a fight.

Seeing this situation, Yang Xiong was no longer in a hurry.

He lowered the reward again and again, finally only giving a promotion of one rank and 200 gold coins, but people still flocked to sign up, and he couldn't stop them.

Yang Xiong had someone bring paper and pen, and wrote down the names of all the people who had signed up. He then crumpled the crumpled paper into balls and threw them into a copper basin.

Draw lots.

Chapter 139 The Miners' Discontent

The crowd formed a circle, staring intently at the copper basin. Some muttered incantations, some clenched their fists, and some swallowed hard.

Yang Xiong reached into the basin, picked up a crumpled piece of paper, unfolded it, and read out a name.

"Pei Hu".

A strange cry rang out from the crowd, and a dark-faced man jumped up, his expression a mixture of surprise and joy, as if he had won the lottery.

Some people around him slapped their thighs, some sighed, and some patted his shoulder hard, saying congratulations.

The dark-faced man named Pei Hu grinned from ear to ear, wishing he could run three laps around the crowd right then and there.

Qin Zhengchuan stood aside, watching all of this with a blank expression.

He's already made enough money. Even though the secret passage is very likely still sealed, why take any more risks?