New Position

"Dad, that's a hereditary Centurion position!"

"An Embroidered Uniform Guard Centurion, a Rank Six official."

"Why do you think the neighbors respect you? Why do you think the people on the street are kind?"

"Why do you think our family has always had smooth sailing?"

"Official position is the foundation."

The young man, dressed in short clothes, clenched the Wooden Sword in his hand and looked at Centurion Xiang with indignation.

Centurion Xiang didn't speak.

A hereditary Centurion position could be passed down from father to son.

Now that he was voluntarily giving it up and resigning, the Centurion position would go to someone else.

This was unfair to his son.

But he had no choice.

"Why can't the trouble someone else caused be borne by themselves?"

"Why do you always have to step forward?"

"Have you ever thought, is this fair to me?"

The young man looked at his father in disbelief.

He didn't understand!

Without the protective layer of the Embroidered Uniform Guard Centurion position, everyone would be able to bully them in the future.

Centurion Xiang said, "Some things, you don't understand. Go practice your cultivation."

Even without this incident, their days in the Embroidered Uniform Guard wouldn't be easy in the future.

It was just an exchange of interests.

When the influential person behind them fell, there would always be new influential people who would rise and support new personnel.

Either surrender to them or leave.

"What's the use of practicing cultivation!"

The young man roared, slamming the Wooden Sword in his hand onto the ground, where it instantly shattered into pieces.

With a bang.

He slammed the door and left.

Centurion Xiang got up, reaching out as if to say something, but finally let out a sigh.

The old woman in the inner room shook her head slightly but couldn't bring herself to blame the old man.

She could only hope her son would calm down and come back later.

Early the next morning.

Centurion Xiang tucked the Memorial to the Throne into his embrace and headed to the Marquis Jing'an Estate.

"Knock knock."

He knocked on the side door.

The door was opened by an unfamiliar Butler.

Old Xiang was slightly taken aback, then whispered, "Please inform the Heir Apparent, I wish to see him."

"Who are you?" The Butler didn't look down on him; the silver Embroidered Uniform Guard robe looked imposing, and he was at least a minor official.

Furthermore, the Heir Apparent was the Deputy Commander of the Military Affairs Bureau, so it was normal for an Embroidered Uniform Guard to request a meeting.

However, this person didn't seem to know the news.

"I am Xiang Hu, Centurion of the Southern Bureau of the Embroidered Uniform Guard," Centurion Xiang said, cupping his hands.

The Butler immediately understood, then shook his head and said, "The Heir Apparent is not available to see guests."

"Please make an exception," Xiang Hu said, offering five taels of Silver.

The Butler didn't accept it; instead, he sighed and said, "Did you just return from outside?"

Xiang Hu was slightly surprised but quickly nodded and said, "That's right."

He had indeed just returned from outside. So many things had happened yesterday, and he hadn't had time to visit the Marquis Jing'an Heir Apparent.

Moreover, everyone was exhausted from the long-distance raid and marching day and night.

They simply had no energy to deal with other matters.

That's why he had come uninvited today.

The Butler shook his head and closed the door.

Xiang Hu frowned. Something big must have happened, otherwise, why would this be the case?

Since the Butler was tight-lipped, he would have to find other avenues.

Xiang Hu donned a black robe, concealing the silver Hundred-Household Officer's embroidered uniform beneath, and headed straight for the market district.

The market district in Liang Capital was very prosperous.

Even though there was conflict in the north, it hadn't affected Liang Capital.

It remained a place of indulgence and extravagance, making people reluctant to leave.

Peddlers and laborers bustled through the streets, and windows were open in the pavilions and towers.

Xiang Hu twisted and turned, ducking into an alley.

He knocked on a door.

Three long, two short.

The small door opened, and a short, middle-aged man with shifty eyes peered out.

"Centurion Xiang?" Shorty was slightly surprised.

"Shorty, I need to see Old Ghost."

"Please come in."

Shorty stepped aside by half a body length, letting Xiang Hu enter.

At the same time, he scanned the alley left and right, seemingly worried that Centurion Xiang had brought a tail.

The small door closed.

The two-courtyard house was very secluded, allowing entry but no exit. The high walls and courtyards created large areas of shadow.

"A rare guest, Centurion Xiang, finished with your official duties?"

The voice arrived before the person.

It was sinister.

Stepping out of the shadows was a young man, dark-skinned and ordinary.

No one on the street would pay attention to such a country bumpkin.

Old Ghost saw Centurion Xiang's empty sleeve, and a flicker of emotion crossed his face.

His expression turned grim, and his voice lowered, "Who did it?"

"A spirit monster, it's nothing."

Centurion Xiang didn't want to say much about his severed hand.

"Yi Hong Tower isn't open yet, I know you didn't go there."

"I came to see you about something. You're well-informed. I want to know what happened to the Marquis Jing'an Estate's Heir Apparent?"

Old Ghost hesitated slightly, seemingly gathering his words, "The Heir Apparent returned from somewhere unknown. The Embroidered Uniform Guard's missions are very secretive, I couldn't find out either."

"They say he went out to deal with a ghost, got injured, and also injured his legs."

"He probably won't be able to walk normally in this life."

As the words fell, Centurion Xiang's head buzzed, like a muffled thunderclap.

It was over.

It would have been fine if the injury was in an unseen place, but it happened to be his legs.

In the past, a crown prince who injured his leg was directly deposed, let alone an Heir Apparent of a Marquis's estate.

"No wonder," Centurion Xiang murmured.

No wonder the Fat Centurion couldn't wait even though he had just returned and had returned with merit.

It turned out that the noble behind him had lost the chance to rise again.

He might even be in mortal danger.

"Centurion Xiang?" the young Old Ghost called out, pulling Xiang Hu out of his thoughts.

Xiang Hu nodded slightly, "Thank you."

"I've decided to resign from my position as Centurion. You all should be more careful from now on and don't get targeted by the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

Xiang Hu instructed.

"Centurion Xiang, the Marquis Jing'an Estate's Heir Apparent probably won't survive. He has healthy brothers."

"Why don't you pledge allegiance to someone else?" Old Ghost asked.

Xiang Hu didn't answer, but instead asked, "I got information from you, why didn't you take my silver?"

"That's because Centurion Xiang showed me kindness."

"Yes, because of kindness."

Xiang Hu left.

He never mentioned changing allegiances.

He hadn't even thought about it.

If he wanted to, he actually could. Even if he was fifty years old and had lost an arm, a Second-Rate Expert was still a rare commodity for the Imperial Court.

Such talent could be worth dozens of ordinary people.

Keeping him close would also ensure safety.

It was just a pity that he didn't want that.

At this age, all sharp edges should have been worn smooth.

If one still had no aspirations, living aimlessly would be too meaningless.

Xiang Hu got up early and submitted a Memorial to the Throne.

The imperial decree from above quickly arrived.

However, it didn't agree to Centurion Xiang's resignation. Instead, it took away the Hereditary Centurion title and sent Xiang Hu to the Embroidered Uniform Guard Prison to guard the gatehouse.

He would deliver food and patrol the prison.

Generally, old Embroidered Uniform Guards were sent there.

Stripped of his silver-white Centurion robe and dressed in the black Embroidered Uniform Guard robe, with a Waist Knife hanging at his side, Xiang Hu arrived at the entrance of the Great Prison.

The Great Prison was a cage, and also a tomb.

Embroidered Uniform Guards, unless they died in battle, did not have normal retirements because many things they did could not be spoken of.

The Imperial Court would not allow them to leave alone.

Even ordinary soldiers were not allowed.

Old Embroidered Uniform Guards would be thrown into the Great Prison, and over time, they would be swallowed by it.

Those Embroidered Uniform Guards who came to the Great Prison didn't complain, though.

At least they were still on duty and could collect their pay.

They lived a numb and mechanical life.

Tu Shan Jun in the Soul Banner, however, had his eyes shining.

The Great Prison!

Isn't this a natural training ground?

Killing one or two death row prisoners wouldn't be known by anyone.

Moreover, when he killed people, he directly pulled out their Living Souls, so there were no external wounds.

He could completely fake a natural death.

"I must tell him the Cultivation Scripture and try Sensing Qi first," Tu Shan Jun decided.

Actually, he had already tried last night.

Unfortunately, it ended in failure.

Without being the Banner Master and without Magic Power support, Tu Shan Jun couldn't perform the Dream Entry Technique at all.

For Tu Shan Jun, the situation was a bit grim.

Xiang Hu received his new waist token and entered the Great Prison.