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A true man knows what to do and what not to do!
A drop of kindness will surely be repaid with a fountain of gratitude. Back then, when Ye Mingshang received his help, it was not merely a small favor; it was a matter of life and death, a debt of rebirth!
If he were to leave just like that, would he still be himself? Could he still laugh heartily and boldly declare that he has no regrets towards heaven and earth?
“Ding!~”
“Ding!~”
“Ding!~”
His fists struck the hard steel repeatedly, deforming the so-called indestructible Xuan Tie. Each punch landed on the same spot, precisely. Gradually, a fist imprint appeared on the iron chain.
However, while his fists could deform the chain, they could not break it. Although he had mastered his strength to an extreme degree, allowing him to strike with precision, Ye Mingshang had not yet reached that level. His skillful use of power allowed him to pierce through concrete with his fingers and crush stones with his palms. But those were mere mundane objects; how could they compare to the Xuan Tie that had been tempered through countless trials?
Ye Mingshang withdrew his fists, knowing that continuing this way would solve nothing; it would only be a waste of effort. He needed a sharp weapon, one that could cut through iron like mud, capable of severing this Xuan Tie.
Without further hesitation, he reached for a Yin Seal...
Meanwhile, the chubby guy in the dormitory was intently watching the two, constantly observing their situation, fearing any mishap. However, since they were in the realm of shadows, their souls had long departed; how could they show anything in their physical forms?
"I wonder how they're doing. It would be great if there was a live stream," the chubby guy muttered anxiously.
At that moment, Ye Mingshang, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Fatty, give me the knife."
"Oh my goodness!" The sudden exclamation startled the Fat Man, leaving him unsure of what the other person had said.
He glanced over and saw that Ye Mingshang was still in a meditative state, not making a sound. Doubt crept into his mind, "Could it be that I misheard? Am I hallucinating? Is it because I've overindulged and my kidneys are weak?"
After looking around, the Fat Man said, "Why don't you say it again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Mingshang spoke again, "Fat Man! Bring me my knife!"
This time he heard it! Without hesitation, he hurried to Ye Mingshang's room and grabbed the silver-black Tang Dao from the table. However, he immediately became anxious, "How should I give it to him?"
After scratching his head in confusion, a thought flashed through his mind, "Should I just place it in his hand?"
Just as this thought crossed his mind, Ye Mingshang spoke again, "Hurry up and give me the knife; time is of the essence!"
Hearing the urgency in his voice, the Fat Man quickly placed the knife in his hand. Immediately, he noticed a flash of light, and the knife's glow dimmed significantly.
After that, Ye Mingshang fell silent again. The Fat Man let out a sigh of relief, "It seems that's how it is."
He then plopped down on the ground but quickly straightened up. "Wait! Why does he suddenly need a knife? What does he need it for when going to get a badge? Could it be that he's encountered danger and is about to fight?"
Thinking this, the Fat Man sprang to his feet. "No way! Joan is too weak; Mingshang will be at a disadvantage alone."
Although the Fat Man usually acted silly and carefree, he was undeniably loyal. The thought of them possibly getting into a fight made him worry they might be outnumbered. He immediately grabbed his sword case and performed the same ritual for himself that he had done for Joan earlier.
"This won't do; it's not safe."
The ritual was only halfway through when the fat man hurriedly stood up, locked the door, and then retrieved the Spell Scroll he had bought at last year's auction. He leaned against the wall and resumed the ritual.
In the Underworld,
Ye Mingshang anxiously called out three times, and suddenly felt a chill in his hand. A wave of coolness spread throughout his body, dispelling much of the heat.
"Finally here."
"Clang!"
He drew the knife, producing a sharp ringing sound. The straight blade emitted a piercing, bright light. It was cold and eerie, as if it came from the abyss, chilling him to the core.
"Please," Ye Mingshang gently stroked the blade.
Then, with a flash of cold light, Tang Dao declared, "Break!"
"Swish!"
The blade flashed by with almost no sound, as if it hadn't struck anything at all.
"Youth, give up. Even with a knife, you can't break this chain. Don't ruin your life over a moment of impulse," the Overseer said earnestly. He was a straightforward person who didn't want to see such a passionate young man bring destruction upon himself. If he continued down this path, once the Law Enforcement Team from the Underworld arrived, he would be unable to protect himself.
However, immediately after, there was a clattering sound as the chains suddenly broke apart and fell to the ground. The cut was smooth and even, as if it had always been that way.
The Overseer's eyes widened in shock. He knew well how formidable these chains were; even if he exerted all his strength, he couldn't leave a mark on them, let alone sever them. This knife was extraordinarily sharp!
However, if he knew that Ye Mingshang had previously beaten him into a deformed state with his fists, he wouldn't know how to feel.
Ye Mingshang took off his shirt and tied it around his waist, sheathed his knife at his side, then gently helped the old dean to stand up and carried him on his back.
Due to the properties of the Demon Blade, both Ye Mingshang and the old dean no longer felt the unbearable heat; instead, they felt somewhat cool.
"Thank you for your kindness, but there are some things I cannot abandon. If I choose to disregard my benefactor, then I am no longer myself. If I were to act this way, you would not do so either."
Unhindered by the heat, Ye Mingshang moved freely and spoke without difficulty. He took light steps, covering four or five meters with just a small stride. While appearing to move slowly, he was actually quick, and as he spoke, he was already in front of him.
"Am I right?"
The Overseer was startled; indeed, the reason he felt soft-hearted was because this was a filial son who risked himself in the Fire Sea to save his father, enduring great torment. If he hadn't acted this way, given his temperament, he probably wouldn't have let him go.
"However, now that you want to leave, it seems you won't be able to. You should stay further away; otherwise, I'm afraid I might hurt you."
As soon as Ye Mingshang finished speaking, accompanied by the sound of light footsteps, dozens of members of the Law Enforcement Team in white robes appeared in formation. From a distance, one could sense a chilling aura; their long guns gleamed ominously like the fangs of a beast, flashing with dangerous light.
This was an iron-blooded force known as the Law Enforcement Team, which served as an equivalent to police in the Mortal Realm, tasked with maintaining balance and law in the Underworld. However, unlike those in Yangjian, spirits in the Underworld were not affected by heavenly thunder and could live nearly forever. Their long lifespans allowed them to master many skills and continuously excel in their chosen fields.
(To be continued.)
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