My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 1: Heavenly Jailer
Ye Wuyou's talent for cultivation is not ideal.

Otherwise, he would not have failed to reach the first level for so many years. Now he can only use the last few connections of his dead father and stand in the Sky Prison to find a job for himself.

[Fuck you, you are a nobody. You are not worthy of being a jailer in the Heavenly Prison. You are in jail when you are at work and you are out on the town when you are off work. You are extremely dissatisfied with this and you turn around and leave. From then on, you have been traveling around the world happily.]

Don't bark, I'm just a weak commoner, I work two days and rest two days, and I don't have to work in the sun and wind, I'm very satisfied, okay...

Ye Wuyou suppressed the complicated voices in his mind and looked around carefully.

The room was a little dim, and the crude wooden table was stained with a lot of grease that could not be wiped clean, and it was engraved with the traces of time.

The man sitting in front of him was about forty years old, with a scar running from his brow to his nose bone. At this moment, he stretched out his finger to his mouth and licked it, then opened the yellowed envelope in his hand, and then glanced at Ye Wuyou from time to time.

The uniform he wore revealed his identity.

A jailer in the prison.

Time passed bit by bit, and the man licked the hand holding the letter again and again.

Looking at the other person's frown, Ye Wuyou felt a little worried.

It’s not that I’m worried about anything else. After all, I’ve already asked someone to talk to the other party.

He was mainly worried about whether the other party could read.

He opened and read the letter his father wrote before he died. It was very short and took less than a minute to read.

Ye Wuyou took another look.

My goodness, it seems like you are holding the letter upside down.

Finally, with a light cough, the man finally put down the letter in his hand, then picked up a cup of hot tea on the oil table and took a sip slowly.

'Pooh'

After spitting a mouthful of tea foam into the cup, the man finally spoke, with a hint of subtle smile in his voice.

"Ye Wuyou, right? Come on, come on, sit down, don't be so reserved."

But there's a chair right under your butt.

"Your father, Ye Xiangsheng, was once my beloved relative, brother, and cousin."

My father’s name wasn’t Ye Xiangsheng…his name was Ye Changsheng, although he died young.

"Wuyou, do you understand what I mean?"

[Faced with the man's sarcastic question, you sneered three times, your eyes flashed coldly, and you shouted "Fuck your mother, you are a mere state, are you qualified to challenge me? Today, you will cross the border with your mortal body to defeat the enemy]

Ye Wuyou skillfully ignored the voice in his mind.

I understand. How can I not understand?
Need to pay more.

Facing the man's question, Ye Wuyou put on a smile at the right moment, then pretended to feel pain and fumbled in his arms for a long time, took out a small purse, and handed it to the other party with both hands.

"Thank you for troubling me this time, sir. Please don't refuse this small gift from me."

As the purse entered his arms, the smile on the man's face finally became more sincere.

"Wuyou, your father and I are brothers, and I treat you as my nephew. From now on, you can just call me Uncle Wang."

"Uncle Wang, let me tell you first. Don't think that Uncle Wang is stingy. You should know that some things are very difficult to handle, especially for someone like you who is good-looking but has not yet reached the first level at the age of nearly 20. It is difficult to make an exception."

"Uncle, I just took your money and helped you do your thing, so please don't bear a grudge against me."

[This old fellow actually mocked your realm, how ridiculous! So what if you haven’t reached the first realm at the age of twenty? Things change over time. Don’t look down on the young and poor. In the past, there was a chat group leader who became an emperor in two years, and a Taoist priest who rode a cow entered the celestial realm in one step. Today, I, Ye Wuyou, will ascend to heaven in broad daylight, and enter the mysterious cave in the morning and know my destiny in the evening.]

Enough is enough…it’s embarrassing.

By the time Ye Wuyou received his uniform, half an hour had passed.

Looking at himself in the cloudy bronze mirror wearing jailer's clothes, Ye Wuyou scratched his head. It seems that it doesn't look that ugly?

But even so, I still felt a little dazed.

Will I have to spend the rest of my life in this prison?

No, I just want to stay here first and make long-term plans later.

At worst, I can just copy poems...

[Copying? How can it be called copying if it’s something a scholar does? You laugh three times, turn around and write down a masterpiece that will surely make this guy in front of you kneel down in worship]

What the hell... the other party can't read.

Ye Wuyou is not a "local", but a time traveler who has traveled here for several months.

There was no way. My previous life unfortunately died of a serious illness, my father was said to be immortal but in fact he died young, and my mother passed away early.

After learning that this was a world with practitioners and that he had traveled through time, he was naturally overwhelmed with emotion.

But after several months, apart from his handsome but useless face and his second brother who was strong but had nowhere to display his talents, he had achieved nothing.

Neither his talent nor his family conditions are up to par.

Of course, the most important thing is that this so-called system can only bark like a dog.

Skills? Wealth? Talent? None.

However, Ye Wuyou believes that he has a good mentality and is not the kind of person who cries and calls the system daddy every day.

It doesn’t matter whether you have it or not, but one thing is very important.

If people don't eat, they will die.

My predecessor’s foundation was so poor that I didn’t know anything, but I didn’t know anything at all.

His father, who had been a jailer all his life, had always wanted Ye Wuyou to pursue a career in politics. In his father's words, people who practice cultivation could never be as good as those who hold pens in a fight.

He took the exam for three consecutive years, but failed to pass the exam and did not acquire any skills. He also died of illness.

So Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate or worry any more, and before he starved to death, he found such a job for himself who knew nothing at the moment.

Great Yan Kingdom, Tianlan City.

Jailer of Heavenly Prison.

"Wuyou, come outside. I'll show you around the prison first. I don't know if your father has told you about it."

Ye Wuyou shook his head at Uncle Wang.

His father didn't seem to think that being a jailer was a good job and never mentioned it.

Walking out of the small room, Ye Wuyou's expression was slightly condensed. This was the first time he had taken a serious look at the interior of this so-called sky prison.

There were plenty of candlelight in the long and narrow corridor, but it still couldn't stop the gloomy darkness in the prison.

Not far behind him was the entrance to the sky prison, which was usually closed, but there was a huge mottled bluestone door on top.

Ye Wuyou just took a quick look and felt that it must weigh at least a thousand pounds.
It feels like it’s about to reach the city gate.

Inside the sky prison, rows of cells were distributed on both sides of the aisle. What was somewhat unexpected was that the people in the cells seemed to be different from the prisoners he had imagined.

There were a few cells that were unusually clean and tidy, and most of the people inside had calm expressions. When they saw Ye Wuyou and the other two coming, they didn't even raise their eyelids.

Uncle Wang was used to it, but he also knew that Ye Wuyou was confused, so he just asked.

"Nuo, do you know the difference between the Tianlao and the prison cells in the government offices?"

Ye Wuyou thought about it and responded with a little doubt.

"In the entire Great Yan Nation, only the Imperial City and Tianlan City have established Heavenly Prisons. The rest of the states and prefectures do not have Heavenly Prisons... My nephew is not very knowledgeable, and I only know this from books."

"That's right. The prison is a prison for ordinary prisoners. They can't even enter it if they want to. For ordinary petty thieves, those are the affairs of the government. They don't need to be sent to the prison even if they are caught."

Uncle Wang smiled, then led Ye Wuyou to a side slightly farther away from the cells and pointed at them.

"Those imprisoned on this floor were once released outside. They are more or less high-ranking officials or wealthy people. Some cases are difficult to judge and release. Do you understand?"

"clear."

Ye Wuyou thought about it and asked in a low voice.

"Are there any royal relatives among them?"

Uncle Wang was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said.

"The boy has thought about it very carefully, but not yet."

As he spoke, Uncle Wang took Ye Wuyou and pushed open a stone door on the wall in front of him.

The jailer guarding the door glanced at the two of them, and when he saw Ye Wuyou, he frowned, but did not speak.

To be honest, when Ye Wuyou saw the huge stone door being pushed open by Uncle Wang with one hand, he was really shocked.

Fortunately, Ye Wuyou later discovered that the stone door was not closed, but just ajar, and there was a mechanism on one side.

"The second floor is below. I won't take you down there. The prisoners there are real criminals, some of whom are murderous by nature and some of whom are practicing cultivation."

"From now on, the area you will be responsible for will only be the first floor. Unless there is an emergency, you will not go to other floors."

Ye Wuyou heard this and asked in confusion.

"What is an emergency?"

"Emergency? Prison break, riot, or prisoner escape. If you insist, the collapse of the prison would also count, hahaha."

Uncle Wang was in a good mood and even made a joke.

After all, he had just arrived, and after hearing these words, Ye Wuyou looked a little nervous.

Uncle Wang patted him on the shoulder and said cheerfully.

"Don't worry, it's very safe here. I've been doing this for more than 30 years and nothing has ever happened."

After saying this, Uncle Wang walked towards the second underground floor alone.

The stone door closed little by little, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)