Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

Such a large leap made Abin feel that Luo Tian must have a powerful figure with extensive connections helping him.

The position of the curator of Juying Hall is not far from that of the vice president of the Otherworld Management Committee. A big shot could easily promote Luo Tian to replace Abin's current position with a single exceptional promotion.

Luo Tian was qualified to fill the hole for him and help him successfully get rid of the Otherworld Management Committee, so Abin was naturally overjoyed.

After a long discussion, Abin became more and more excited, talking about everything from his work to his student days, as if he considered them close friends.

After some discussion, Abin personally escorted Luo Tian out of the office building and gave him some instructions before he took office:

"Now it seems that there are only two transmigrators left living in the Gathering Heroes Hall. One of them is a swordsman, which is a bit troublesome. The other one was once highly anticipated, but it turns out that he has no potential."

"Once you get there, you only need to deal with those two."

"By the way, the old gatekeeper at Juying Hall has a rather bad temper, so please bear with him if anything happens!"

Luo Tian readily agreed and, with the Demon Sword and the knight, headed towards the location of the Gathering of Heroes Hall.

......

Inside the security room of Juying Hall, Grandpa Qin was leisurely lying in his wheelchair, basking in the sun.

He never imagined that leisurely sunbathing could be such an enjoyable thing.

The bandages wrapped around him were not completely removed, but they were much better than those on the previous mummy.

After leaving Mingcheng, Grandpa Qin went straight to the capital. Today is his first day working at Juying Hall.

There were no fierce-looking nuns, no demigod assassins, no terrifying demonic sword, no overwhelming news advertisements... and most importantly, no carefree old monster.

Everything before his eyes felt so wonderful to Grandpa Qin.

"Sure enough, I should have retired long ago. What's the point of all this fussing and trying to protect the world?"

"I'm just a crippled demigod. There are plenty of tall people who can hold up the sky if it falls. It's not my turn to bear the burden for this world, is it?"

"I'm already over three hundred years old. With my serious injuries still not healed, I might live another thirty or forty years at most. What do I care about the flood after I die?"

"The most important thing in life is to be happy. Just like that broom-haired swordsman in the Gathering Heroes Hall, who always seems to be happy, I should learn from his mindset."

"Let's start our retirement life leisurely from today onwards?"

"If I don't read the newspapers or inquire about that old monster, I think I can live at least twenty more years!"

Just as Grandpa Qin was making plans for the rest of his life, a questioning voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Uncle Qin?"

Grandpa Qin, who was lying in a wheelchair, was suddenly startled and quickly looked up at the deserted gate of Juying Hall. A familiar figure came into his view.

The familiar handsome face, the demonic sword in his hand, the strange insect pet beside him, and the gentle smile on his lips... when all of this was presented to Grandpa Qin, it almost caused his brain to completely shut down.

"Could he have come here specifically to see me?"

Such a thought came to Grandpa Qin's mind.

"Gah!"

With a sudden, violent pounding in his chest, Grandpa Qin fainted once again.

Chapter Eighty-Two: My Glory, Long Away!

Luo Tian never expected that after being transferred from Mingcheng to Juying Hall in the capital, he would still run into Master Qin.

This conscientious old man had left a deep impression on Luo Tian. When he received the news that Grandpa Qin had retired and left Mingcheng, Luo Tian was extremely disappointed.

In his view, Grandpa Qin was one of the few bright spots in this distorted world.

If someone like Grandpa Qin were to retire and leave, Luo Tian would find it hard to believe that there would be anything in this world that could be truly respected.

But today, on his first day at Juying Hall, Luo Tian encountered Grandpa Qin, who was acting as the gatekeeper.

A mixture of surprise and joy welled up in Luo Tian's heart, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Uncle Qin?"

Luo Tian's voice, full of surprise, rang out at the entrance of Juying Hall. Grandpa Qin, who had been lazily sunbathing, looked at Luo Tian with his eyes full of shock.

The old man seemed surprised that they could meet here.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Mr. Qin fainted in his wheelchair.

Luo Tian hurried over to check on Grandpa Qin's condition, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Grandpa Qin had only fainted.

He seemed to know something about Grandpa Qin's ailment, after all, Grandpa Qin had fainted in front of him once when they were dealing with the locust tree.

Looking back now, it must have been a lingering effect from an injury Mr. Qin sustained when he was young.

Once he gets even slightly agitated, this aftereffect will kick in and cause Grandpa Qin to faint.

Pushing the wheelchair into the security room, Luo Tian looked at Grandpa Qin, whose eyes were closed, and his emotions gradually calmed down from the previous state of surprise.

He looked at Grandpa Qin, somewhat hesitant, and said:

"While it is certainly a joyous occasion to meet Uncle Qin, isn't this meeting a bit too coincidental?"

"Is it really such a coincidence that things happened from Mingcheng to the capital? Or was it deliberately arranged?"

Luo Tian was finding it difficult to calm down.

"Could it be...?"

Luo Tian's gaze fell on Grandpa Qin, who had fainted in his wheelchair, as if he had discovered the truth of the whole matter.

"Uncle Qin knew long ago that I would be working at the Juying Hall in the capital, so he was transferred here in advance to be a gatekeeper at the Juying Hall, just so that we could work together again!"

"First of all, as a demigod, which is extremely rare in the entire Dayin Empire, Master Qin must have a wide range of channels for knowing information."

They might have known I was being transferred to the capital even before my transfer order came through.

Then, it's not impossible that Grandpa Qin could use his connections to get a job as a doorman at Juying Hall.

Once Luo Tian's mind started racing, he couldn't stop his divergent thinking.

"Back in Mingcheng, it seemed that Grandpa Qin had already figured out my identity and helped me suppress some troubles related to Huai and the Death Whisper Circus."

Now that I've arrived in the capital, Uncle Qin has followed me all the way. Is he worried that I might cause some negative impact in the capital?

The arrival of a powerful transmigrator hiding his identity in the capital is indeed suspicious.

After pondering the truth in his mind, Luo Tian realized that this was the most appropriate explanation.

Otherwise, a mere coincidence would not be convincing enough.

Grandpa Qin followed Luo Tian all the way to become a gatekeeper at Juying Hall, which didn't actually anger Luo Tian.

Although Grandpa Qin had his own ulterior motives, his starting point was for the sake of the entire Great Yin Empire, and Luo Tian especially admired Grandpa Qin.

With a touch of inexplicable emotion, Luo Tian stopped bothering Grandpa Qin, who seemed to be faking a faint.

Since he already knew that Luo Tian would come to Juxian Hall, Master Qin would not be mentally disturbed by this. He only pretended to faint to prevent Luo Tian from becoming suspicious.

After earnestly cooperating with Grandpa Qin's performance, Luo Tian opened the door in the security room and entered the Juying Hall.

Juying Hall is located in the western part of the capital, far from the eastern commercial district and the central aristocratic district, making it one of the most remote areas in the entire capital.

The area surrounding Juyingguan is mostly densely packed commercial housing, resembling pigeon coops, or large areas of low-rise bungalows.

In this environment, Juying Hall is just a large venue that looks high-end, with a nice apartment building behind it.

Juying Hall is considered decent in the western part of the capital, but that's about it.

Overall, Juying Hall is not even as large as the guesthouse converted from the noble manor in Mingcheng.

Thinking back to the courtyard of the guesthouse and the newly built lake outside, Luo Tian couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

Luo Tian felt it was a real pity that he had moved here before even trying out the manor's renovations.

With the demonic sword dragging in his right hand, Luo Tian walked into the arena.

As soon as he stepped into the venue, Luo Tian couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

The venue for the Juying Hall is very large, and because the place is not popular, it looks rather deserted.

The empty venue contained only a few wooden stakes bearing sword marks, and nothing else.

But the airflow began to change the moment Luo Tianyi stepped into the venue.

The unified aura was disrupted upon Luo Tian's entry, and an invisible killing intent seemed to emerge from the flowing air.

Standing still, Luo Tian seemed to be able to feel the killing intent lingering in the air currents, sharp and indescribable.

"I never expected that someone would go to such lengths to entertain me as soon as I arrived in the capital. I am truly flattered!"

With a surprised smile on his face, Luo Tian looked toward the window on the right side of the venue.

There, the surging air currents inside and outside the venue seemed to shield all fluctuations of energy, and a figure dressed in a ronin samurai outfit with a tall broom-like hairstyle stood quietly.

The moment all eyes focused on him, he, who had previously concealed all aura, seemed to transform into the center of the wind field, with a clear wave of killing intent emanating from him.

"I was entrusted with this task, so I simply did my duty to fulfill it!"

A cold voice came from the ronin swordsman's mouth.

His right hand gently stroked the katana at his waist, and the gleaming blade slowly drew from its sheath, pointing towards Luo Tian.

"With such a vicious sword in your hand, you must be a true swordsman."

"In that case, please draw your sword!"

Luo Tian shook his head slightly, casually sticking the demonic sword in his hand into a flowerpot in the distance. Before Aatrox could begin his tirade, he asked the ronin swordsman before him:

"The renowned Swift Wind Swordsman has actually been hired to become an assassin."

I'm very curious, what kind of price could they possibly offer to make a hero set aside his glory?

Opposite Luo Tian, ​​Yasuo, the Unforgiven, remained silent.

After a long pause, a cold voice came out of his mouth.

"My glory has been gone for a long time!"

The next moment, a gust of wind accompanied by a flash of blade light slashed out.

Chapter 83 Abandoning reputation leaves only a life of ignominy!

"How dare you!"

A roar like that of a tiger or a dragon echoed from outside the arena, and a giant fist suddenly appeared inside, slamming down towards Yasuo.