Chapter 2293: Beads Like Strings

"What does it feel like to be in the Heaven-Human state?" Ye Qingyu clattered the abacus, her eyes fixed on the thick ledger. From time to time, she'd jot down a couple of entries, asking casually.

Jiang Wang... watched her use the abacus.

Looking at Ye Qingyu using the abacus gave him a rather conflicting feeling, as if one plus one had suddenly become three.

It wasn't that she calculated poorly, or wasn't skilled at moving the abacus beads, or that her posture wasn't graceful.

It was just that her temperament didn't match the act of calculating accounts.

She was a fairy on a cloud who didn't eat worldly food, who should have been living idly on a mountain, aloof and indifferent. Now she was suddenly opening a shop in the bustling market, rolling up her sleeves to calculate the ounces and inches here.

One by one, the copper coins from the mortal world rolled through her hands, unstained by dust...

It had a uniquely lovely quality.

"I asked you a question!" Ye Qingyu, amidst her busyness, looked up and glanced at him.

Jiang Wang suddenly sat up straight: "The feeling of the Heaven-Human state, well... this depends on two aspects. In cultivation, as long as you can let go of yourself and invest in the Heavenly Way, you can leap a thousand miles in one bound, reach the absolute peak in a single thought, and transcendence is also possible; in terms of combat power, you can easily mobilize the power of the Heavenly Way, surpassing ancient and modern Cave True cultivators..."

He leaned in slightly and lowered his voice: "Beating Pavilion Master Ye is not out of the question."

Ye Qingyu's gaze fell back onto the ledger, then lifted again: "Beat who?"

"Nothing, ah." Jiang Wang scratched his head: "I said, heading home, heading back home— the Heavenly Way is hard to approach, I just came back, bah!"

Ye Qingyu held a fine-tipped brush, tracing the ledger with focused intent. The account numbers she wrote were very beautiful, like poetry. The corner of her mouth lifted slightly: "Then now?"

"What now?" Jiang Wang couldn't figure it out.

Ye Qingyu also lowered her voice, saying while writing: "Now, do you beat the most heroic person of the ancient human world or not?"

Jiang Wang originally opened his mouth to reply, but after thinking about it, he still wanted to be a bit humble, so he said: "We haven't truly fought, it's not good to say... and I can't possibly really fight with his old man, can I?"

Ye Qingyu "oh"d, then began moving the abacus beads again.

Seeing that Ye Qingyu couldn't appreciate his humble spirit, Jiang Wang continued on his own: "I also don't know Pavilion Master Ye's strength. But anyway, Lu Shuanghe is publicly recognized as having the strongest killing power among contemporary True cultivators, and I have no problem beating Lu Shuanghe."

"Hmph hmph." Ye Qingyu didn't speak.

Clack, clack, clack.

The abacus beads collided with each other, actually quite pleasant, like flowing zither strings, forming a tune in a trance.

"The sound of you calculating the abacus is quite good." Jiang Wang said.

"Much stronger than Shopkeeper Bai." Jiang Wang added.

"What are you comparing?" Ye Qingyu stopped writing helplessly, tapping her chin lightly with the brush tip. She tilted her head up proudly: "I ask you, at that time in the Fallen Immortal Forest, what were Jiang Heaven-Human's thoughts?"

"No thoughts." Jiang Wang said honestly: "Just do what needs to be done, bah. In the Heaven-Human state, there are almost no emotions, only memory and experience."

"That's exactly what I'm asking." Ye Qingyu looked at him: "Suppose you were still in the Heaven-Human state, what would you do?"

This question was unrelated to emotions, asking about the subconscious natural response.

Jiang Wang naturally said: "First, leave the Fallen Immortal Forest to avoid being affected. Then, shake off Zhao Wang, that person is very dangerous. Then, go to Grandpa Zuo's place for a meal. Before going to the Fallen Immortal Forest, I promised not to make him worry. Then, come to Yun Country to see you—"

The study room fell quiet for a moment, and neither of them spoke.

Instead, the sound of their heartbeats suddenly became very clear.

"Hey?" The door suddenly opened, and Jiang Anan, wearing a lake-green long skirt and with smudges of ash on her face, ran in excitedly. Like being cast an immobilization spell, she froze at the door. Then she suddenly tiptoed back out, pretending she hadn't appeared, but facing their burning gazes, she could only squeeze out a smile on her pretty face: "Was I... impolite?"

Following closely behind was the wind-like little grey dog. Feeling the atmosphere was wrong, it stopped abruptly, but it didn't quite stop and banged hard on the threshold. Its round body directly flipped over and rolled several circles on the ground, rubbing out a grey-black thick line.

"Stop! Where did you two go?" Jiang Wang was reluctant to scold Jiang Anan, so he glared at the stupid grey dog.

Ye Qingyu, from behind the mountain of ledgers, waved a hand at Jiang Anan.

Jiang Anan then put down her hand that was about to close the door and walked into the study room. She picked up the teapot, poured a cup of water, and gulped down a few mouthfuls. Only then did she wipe her mouth with her sleeve and say to her elder brother: "Let it go, it still can't talk, it only understands some simple things."

The delicate-looking stupid grey dog opened its mouth, stuck out its tongue, and rolled over, exposing its soft belly. Its tail wagged on the ground like a broom, sweeping the floor clean.

"Where did you two go?" Jiang Wang's gaze fell back on his sister, asking dryly.

"Hey!" Jiang Anan got excited, saying excitedly: "Underground cave adventure! Let me tell you, that place is really dangerous, very stimulating. That ground fire that sprayed up, it was incredibly beautiful!"

No wonder there was still volcanic ash on her face.

"Is that so?" Jiang Wang, of course, knew that the place Jiang Anan went to adventure in had absolutely no danger, but he put on a very interested appearance: "Next time I'll go with you to see, bah."

"Good, ah!!" Jiang Anan happily jumped up, but after thinking about it, she sat down again and waved her hand carelessly: "Forget it, you never have time. Next time who knows when— go be busy with your own stuff, I'm also very busy, eh!"

"What do you mean, forget it? Better to choose a day than hit a day, let's go today!" Jiang Wang wasn't going to miss the opportunity to act like a big shot in front of this naive alien eighteen True. He put on airs and slapped the table: "Let's go now. Your Qingyu sister and I will accompany you to adventure together. I want to see how stimulating this underground cave is! Your brother has a nickname, the King of Adventures in Ten Thousand Realms! Have you heard of it?"

"Forget it, I won't go. There's still a pile of accounts here." Ye Qingyu patted the thick ledger: "You two siblings go adventure, bah."

Jiang Wang was in the midst of phrasing how to persuade, how to depict the fun of adventure, how to attract this mountain person.

Jiang Anan had already bounced over, dragging Ye Qingyu towards the outside: "Ah! Calculate later! Enjoy today, enjoy today. Today's matters, handle tomorrow!"

Ye Qingyu was dragged out, her words still lingering in the room: "Year-end accounts, I have to look at the situation of each branch, have a good understanding—"

"Ah, tomorrow, tomorrow!" Jiang Anan was extremely active.

Jiang Wang followed with a smile, and specifically asked Anan: "Your Qingyu sister, why is she calculating so many accounts now, ah? Stack after stack, it looks hard."

"I like it!" Ye Qingyu quickly interjected: "It's my own business, shouldn't I keep a close eye on it?"

"It's also for cultivation, eh!" Jiang Anan said playfully: "Auntie Bai said that Sister Qingyu needs to enter the world, to see the mortal world in the place with the heaviest turbid Qi, the hustle and bustle, the coming of profit and going of fame— that's why she opened the inn, la!"

Since she had never stopped exchanging letters with Ye Qingyu, Jiang Wang of course knew who this 'Auntie Bai' was. He couldn't help but ask Anan: "Why do you also call her 'Auntie Bai'? She's a great master of Confucian learning, eh. You should be polite."

Jiang Anan then laughed: "I wanted to call her Grandma Bai, but Auntie Bai didn't allow it, and Sister Qingyu didn't allow it either. I'm really in a difficult position, la!"

Ye Qingyu hurriedly covered her mouth: "Why are your words so dense today? Did you recite fewer books?"

Jiang Wang's eyes were full of smiles. Just as he was about to say something, he flipped open his palm again, and the Taixu Gouyu in his palm flashed.

"Or forget it? Go next time?" Jiang Anan glimpsed this and yawned: "Just right, I'm also tired from playing today."

She turned her head to look at the stupid grey dog: "Are you tired or not?"

Just now it was still jumping three feet high and running around, but the stupid grey dog instantly drooped its ears and lay on the ground. It was very tired.

Jiang Wang threw the Taixu Gouyu back and casually picked up the stupid grey dog with his foot: "What do you mean, forget it? We said we'd go today, so we'll definitely go today. When has your brother ever fooled you? It's just some idle messages, no need to reply— I've already said it, you choose the place, it has to be exciting and stimulating, otherwise it won't show off your brother's ability!"

"How? Contacted?" A charming voice asked.

This was a noisy wine house. The three of them were sitting at a window seat on the second floor, facing each other.

To be more precise, Yin Guan sat alone with disheveled hair on one side, and opposite him sat a man and a woman who were behaving intimately.

People were coming and going on the street.

This really didn't feel like a meeting place for members of an assassin organization.

It wasn't quiet enough, and even less dark enough.

According to Wu Guan Wang's preference, if not a tomb garden or a mass grave, at least select a mourning hall, bah?

But this was his first meeting with the boss after the Ji Yan Yue incident.

Yin Guan set the location, and he couldn't change it.

Finding trouble with Jing Country, even just a little trouble, was a very troublesome thing. During this period, the two brothers had almost been caught several times. To better hide their tracks, he had now changed to a female body.

At this moment, nestled beside Lin Guangming, who had a face full of righteousness, her gaze burned as she looked at the leader—

The leader had just said that he still had absolute control over the organization, had already restructured the intelligence network, and could resume business at any time. He could contact the remaining Yanluo at will.

Although he didn't know how many Yanluo were left in the organization, or if the leader had recruited new ones recently.

Alas! Old friends were like fallen leaves in the wind, their corpses didn't know where they were thrown. It really made him, Wu Guan Wang, sigh.

Yin Guan flipped his palm and stopped the communication. He picked up a glass of wine, a face of cloud-light and wind-light: "Hmm, everyone has been contacted. They were all very happy and active to receive my message, and can participate in tasks at any time."

"Leader, you're good." Lin Guangming was new and very polite: "Can I ask a question?"

Yin Guan also very respectfully made a 'please' gesture: "Urban King, we're all family, no need to be so polite— please ask."

Yes, under Wu Guan Wang's coercion, Lin Guangming finally joined Hell No Door.

There was no other way. Forced to be an enemy of Jing Country, he had no possibility of mixing in the sunlight anymore. To strive for further resources, he had to join the "fast money" assassin organization.

Putting aside his previous worries, working in this organization still gave him the opportunity to collect the souls of strong colleagues at any time, avoiding having to seek opportunities one by one himself. It was truly a very warm-hearted job.

With his low-key personality, he originally wanted to be the Ten Halls Wheel King and muddle along in the most inconspicuous position. But the former Wheel King was still suffering punishment in the Central Heavenly Prison, so the position was temporarily not vacant. The Nine Halls Equal King was also still very firmly alive...

He just had to be the Eight Halls Urban King.

Third from the bottom, a bit eye-catching.

His duties were already not cautious enough, so he could only try to pay attention in his work afterwards.

"I noticed you seemed to be using the Taixu Illusion Realm to contact colleagues just now—" The new Urban King Lin Guangming, strongly endured the disgust of being leaned on by Wu Guan Wang, and said cautiously: "They say the Taixu Illusion Realm is independently supervised by the Taixu Dao Master, who knows what authority several major hegemonic countries have in it? The Central Heavenly Prison might always be pursuing our organization. We, as assassins, using the Taixu Illusion Realm to communicate, isn't that very easy to expose?"

Yin Guan smiled: "Let me tell you a secret."

Lin Guangming expressed excitement at being trusted and leaned closer: "I will certainly keep it a secret for you."

Yin Guan said: "I have never concealed my identity. Qin Guang King is just Yin Guan, and Yin Guan is just Qin Guang King. The whole world knows."

Lin Guangming awkwardly sat back: "You don't care, but other Yanluo might worry about being exposed, bah?"

Yin Guan looked at him and laughed: "It seems you're more worried."

"I'm also thinking for the organization—" Lin Guangming said righteously: "The leader might not understand me, but Brother Wu Guan understands my character."

Wu Guan Wang, at the side, nodded shyly, and said with a pinched voice: "Guangming, this person is very reliable, eh."

Why didn't he say that everyone in Hell No Door was ruthless, eh?

Despite this disgusting scene, both Yin Guan and Lin Guangming's expressions didn't change.

"This time was just a simple communication, and all the letters used code words." Yin Guan explained: "In principle, we absolutely won't use the Taixu Illusion Realm to exchange tasks. Previous emergency contacts between colleagues generally used Wu Guan's secret method. But this time he just escaped from the Central Heavenly Prison and still needs a period of time to clear hidden dangers. Next time if there are tasks, I will notify everyone through safer channels."

Yin Guan, of course, wouldn't say that he had internal friends in the Taixu Illusion Realm and knew it was very safe, at least in general situations.

Wu Guan Wang, at this time, said coyly and coquettishly: "Dislike! Boss, haven't you already checked many times, and also reviewed for a very long time? Only now are you willing to come see me? Why are you still saying people's bodies have hidden dangers?"

Yin Guan held up a finger and smiled: "Gotta be cautious."

"Right, boss." Lin Guangming said: "How many Yanluo does our organization currently have? I want to understand our strength."

Yin Guan laughed: "At least there's you, me, Wu Guan, Equal King, Yanluo King, and Chu Jiang King."

"Hmm?" Wu Guan Wang couldn't help but ask: "Boss, what about Bian Cheng King, eh? Isn't he here?"

Yin Guan thought of the letter he had casually sent earlier that didn't get a response, and shrugged: "Very unfortunate, Bian Cheng King has already sacrificed."

"Alas! That was my confidant and relative—" Wu Guan Wang was very regretful, wanting to cry but having no tears, wanting to speak but stopping.

He ground his teeth heavily several times, and finally said to the Urban King: "Wise brother, let me tell you, the second Bian Cheng King of our organization is a righteous person just like me. We are both people who guard the light in the darkness. It's a pity he didn't wait until the arrival of the light."

"Ah. That is truly a pity." Lin Guangming also deeply sympathized: "Guangming is here now."

Wu Guan Wang's charming face suddenly twisted into a very complex expression.

Even he, a pervert, couldn't quite bear it.

Yin Guan raised his cup: "Why don't we drink this cup together, for the sacrifice of Bian Cheng King."

Lin Guangming cautiously looked at the wine in front of him: "I'm a person who doesn't touch alcohol. I'll just offer my heartfelt intentions. I hope he, under the springs, will know and also pity me."

Wu Guan Wang, anyway, wasn't in his own body, so he raised his cup and drank: "Respect Bian Cheng King!"

Yin Guan picked up the cup, swirled it around, and conveniently sprinkled it on the ground: "Respect everyone who sacrificed for the organization."

These three good brothers sat here for a very long time, and neither the wine nor the dishes were touched. The mouthful that Wu Guan Wang drank was the first and only one. There were indeed three different kinds of poison in the wine, all colorless and tasteless, from the three different people sitting at the same table.

It was indeed a very united organization with unlimited potential for the future.

Very bright.

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