Shang Commandery Dungeon

The Divine Constable Gate's dungeon in Shang Commandery stood on a flat plain outside the city. Forests surrounded it on three sides, while the remaining side faced the western gate of the commandery city. Aside from ordinary guards, it was now staffed by twelve Postnatal First-Class experts and three Postnatal Great Accomplishment experts. It was hardly shabby.

Of course, going further back, the dungeon had been impregnable because four great Innate Constables had taken turns guarding it, keeping strict watch against petty villains and ensuring it stood as steady as Mount Tai. Only after all four had been wiped out did hidden dangers emerge.

"Our Intelligence Division received word that both the underworld and the wicked path have people stirring restlessly, intending to break the prisoners out of the dungeon. Of course, with Lord Xiang stationed here once more, all those demons and monsters are merely clowns, not worth a sneer."

They walked across a floor paved with pale brown ironstone. Warm yellow lamplight surrounded them, and barred cells stood one after another.

Xiang Yang patrolled the dungeon with a saber case on his back. Three Gold Badge Constables followed beside him, all elderly men long past the days of blood-fueled courage and killing intent.

Most young people harbored lofty ambitions and wanted to roam the martial world. It was difficult for them to accept guarding a pack of prisoners in a dungeon, day after day, year after year.

Xiang Yang had only arrived today and wished to learn more information. He had left the people of Little Merchant Mountain to Sun Tao, Fang Jing, and Han Yi to discuss and handle, while he himself became a hands-off shopkeeper.

"Too broad. Forget the Postnatal ones—which Innate experts might come to attack? Be more specific."

Xiang Yang stopped before an iron