Chapter 1154: Yan Wang's Two Invitations, One for the Jiang Family, One for the Night Owl

Discarded Hall.

A foul, bloody stench permeated the air, and black blood flowed ankle-deep.

In this side hall of the First Sin Palace, numerous black limbs belonging to Void Servants were strewn everywhere. Severed arms, mangled flesh, and bones formed a gruesome display.

"The swordsman, a gentleman among weapons, upright and firm in all directions, upholding the Dao and safeguarding fortune, wielding the authority of Heaven."

From the main hall, a clear chanting voice emerged.

Outside the hall, a dozen or so Void Servants jostled, pushing each other. Some only had their upper bodies, others just a head, or were completely dismembered with their limbs missing.

Despite such severe injuries, none of the Void Servants had died. Instead, following the aged voice from within the main hall, they each opened their mouths and roared.

"Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar."

When the uneven, continuous roars finally ceased, a gentle, benevolent voice of instruction once again emanated from the main hall.

"Those who practice the sword must prioritize etiquette, use deterrence, never violate prohibitions with the sword, nor let the sword be driven by desire."

"Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar."

"The sheathed sword governs propriety; rituals come first. Rituals can illuminate the world, allowing people to discern right from wrong, black from white. The same principle applies to Void Servants."

"Roar, roar, roar."

The Void Servants were clearly tired. This torment had lasted too long; some couldn't bear it and were nodding off.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a sword light flashed from within the main hall. It split the huge head that had been nodding off to sleep into two halves, sending black blood splattering.

A flash of light illuminated the Discarded Hall. The Void Servant, whose head had been split in two, not only remained alive but also saw its wounds heal rapidly. After regaining consciousness, its mutilated body trembled, and it immediately roared out.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

"An unsheathed sword signifies ferocity; it must draw blood and entangle with karma. Therefore, we sword cultivators must conceal malice in our hearts and outwardly display kindness. This fosters affinity and allows us to befriend all things."

The other Void Servants shivered and began to howl loudly.

"Roar, roar, roar."

"Whine, whine."

A bolder Void Servant, if its eyes were still intact, would look up and see an elderly human sitting atop a stone statue in the main hall.

This person's clothes were tattered and covered in black blood. Yet, his face was kindly, and his eyes were benevolent.

With his right hand, he gently waved a paper fan, slowly fanning himself. His gaze was fixed on an ancient book in his hand, and he spoke persuasively. He transformed the sin-filled Discarded Hall into a classroom, painstakingly molding a group of immortal Void Servants into obedient students.

The ordeal continued for most of the day. The resonant instructional voice, without repeating a single sentence or pausing for a moment, persisted.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, space shifted, and a change finally arrived in the Discarded Hall.

Amidst folding light and shadow, a golden figure emerged from the void. He wore a golden mask and had a saber and a sword crossed on his back.

As soon as he arrived, he was startled by the seemingly peaceful scene in the Discarded Hall, alongside the pungent smell of blood.

After a long moment, this uninvited guest, who had intruded upon the classroom, finally shook his head, clapped his hands, and sighed with admiration:

"Mr. Siyin... what a refined taste you have. This one's understanding has grown today!"

In the main hall, Mei Siyin, seated atop the stone statue, raised his eyes and looked at the newcomer.

"Yama, Huang Quan?"

Without a doubt, this golden-robed masked man was Huang Quan, the Chief of Yama.

Mei Siyin didn't believe Huang Quan had also been teleported here by a spatial anomaly and was subsequently unable to leave this place filled with strange rules, just like himself.

"What is it?" he asked pointedly.

"I apologize for disturbing your refined pastime, Mr. Siyin. However, wasting time here, aren't you concerned about the safety of your disciples and your own life, Mr. Siyin?"

Xu Xiaoshou's image flashed through Mei Siyin's mind, but he gently shook his head.

"This old man has countless disciples; I don't understand who Your Excellency Huang Quan is referring to. But in any case, if I can't leave this Discarded Hall, worrying is useless. Have you come here to learn the sword?"

"No need," Huang Quan waved his hand. "It seems Mr. Siyin is not skilled in illusionary swordsmanship, and your comprehension of space isn't enough to break through the current rules of the Discarded Hall?"

"This old man's aptitude is dull."

"Mr. Siyin, this is..." Huang Quan pointed to the neatly arranged pieces of Void Servants below. He couldn't resist asking out of curiosity.

"The rules of the Discarded Hall are special; Void Servants cannot be killed. Drawing my sword again would just be a waste of time. It's better to sit together and discuss the Dao, each benefiting from the other's strengths." Mei Siyin wasn't reluctant to explain.

Huang Quan was silent for a moment, no longer dwelling on this peculiar situation. He changed the subject, saying, "I can help you escape this Discarded Hall and regain your freedom."

"The condition," Mei Siyin said without even raising an eyelid.

"I'll also help you remove your countdown. Your time, it seems, should be running short." Huang Quan casually tossed out a token.

Mei Siyin closed his fan to block, then opened it to receive, and looked closely.

It was a black token covered in intricate carvings, with a "death" character crossed out diagonally in the center.

A Death Immunity Token? Was this what Xu Xiaoshou mentioned?

"This is a Death Immunity Token. Apply it to your forehead, and it can remove the death countdown in your mind. After that, Mr. Siyin will be free to act." Huang Quan displayed utmost goodwill.

Mei Siyin frowned, his gaze shifting from the Death Immunity Token to Huang Quan. "How did Your Excellency know that this old man has a countdown in his mind?"

Huang Quan spread his hands, his eyes full of amusement.

"All that I desire, I know."

As he spoke, the void hummed with a tremor. Huang Quan made no movement, yet light and shadow flickered before him, transforming into rapidly fleeting scenes.

Among them were scenes of Mei Siyin battling Jiang Buyi in the Miracle Forest, and scenes of Mei Siyin teaching Xu Xiaoshou swordsmanship on the long street in the Giant Kingdom.

Various scenes, though incomplete, could materialize the general course of events.

Finally, space flickered, and all the visions vanished. Only the golden-robed masked figure remained, hovering in mid-air, his gaze sharp as lightning.

Mei Siyin stood up, shook his head, and sighed, "The power of time and space truly makes one marvel..."

He understood that Huang Quan knew everything. His presence here must have an ulterior motive; it couldn't be just to deliver a token and rescue him from this strange Discarded Hall.

"The condition," Mei Siyin said a second time, gripping the Death Immunity Token and stepping forward through the air.

"Help me kill someone. Of course, he is also your enemy."

"Who to kill?"

"Jiang Buyi!"

"Who the hell is calling this Saint again?"

"How annoying!"

Inside the labyrinth of the First Sin Palace, in the gloom, a rapidly advancing streak of cloud suddenly stopped.

Jiang Buyi almost instinctively wanted to take a look to see which petty villain dared to utter a Saint's name, but he quickly suppressed this death-seeking impulse.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Just now, during that chaotic four-person battle, he had indeed sensed someone calling his name. But when he turned his head to look, it was a critical hit from afar!

Rao Yaoyao, who had successfully achieved Sainthood! Number Two, the Divination Emissary, a member of the Saint Hall's Ten-Person Council!

How did these two end up together? Had the Saint Hall sent more people? Why did Number Two call the Saint's name?

—To pinpoint his location!

Jiang Buyi knew it then.

That hateful Rao Yaoyao must have twisted her reckless judgments about him from under the deep sea—such as the baseless accusation of "attempting to usurp the Saint Emperor's throne" and the certainly exaggerated charge of "forcibly killing Xishan Hai in her presence"—and recounted them to Number Two.

Who was Number Two? The culmination of Dao Qiongcang's Heavenly Divination Art, hailed as the strongest among Half-Saints, an almost flawless, weak-point-free hexagonal warrior, born for slaughter, wielding the name of judgment.

Being targeted by such a person, even if Jiang Buyi was confident he could explain everything, he would only be qualified to explain after he possessed the power to resist.

Now, burdened by a "countdown to exile," he could do nothing!

He even had to humble himself like a beggar, abandoning his Half-Saint dignity, accepting fifty Void Crystals without doing the job, and leaving. Jiang Buyi had never broken his word to anyone like this in his entire life—even though he hadn't made any promises to the Heavenly Five Decays, recalling the incident now filled him with shame and embarrassment.

But he couldn't worry about that anymore!

He had only acted once, and the countdown to exile was down to "three days."

With wolves ahead and tigers behind, in this perilous Void Island, dignity was less important than his life.

All Jiang Buyi currently wanted was to rush back to the True Splendor Hall and exchange for a "Dispel Exile Token" first. Once the countdown was lifted, the world would be his oyster, and nothing would be impossible!

"Right."

Suppressing his curiosity about the person who had dared to call out the Saint's name, Jiang Buyi recalled the chaotic battle that had just occurred and remembered something.

When he accepted the mission from the Void General of Sin, he had received a golden droplet. Through that peculiar droplet, he could see real-time images of Night Owl.

He wasn't there now, but if he used the golden droplet, perhaps he could still peek in?

Jiang Buyi was too wary of the Heavenly Five Decays!

That fellow was utterly reckless, killing anyone he saw like a mad dog, not even sparing Night Owl.

Jiang Buyi even worried that the Heavenly Five Decays actually wanted to kill him too, but feared his hidden trump cards and thus hadn't dared to act.

This person was both bold and cautious. Even when he was at his weakest, limited, and unable to make a rash move, the