Wang Butcher said calmly, "What do you need me to do?"

"Just come with me!" Old Liu took only Wang Butcher with him to a small tavern outside Fengshui Street.

Only one customer remained in the tavern—Wen Yi.

Old Liu knew that Wen Yi would enter this tavern every day at 9 p.m. for a drink, and would always leave at 11 p.m., never a second late. He had done so for more than ten years, rain or shine.

Moreover, Wen Yi only ever sat at one table. If someone was at that table, he would rather stand and wait for them to finish than sit anywhere else.

Old Liu strode into the tavern, "Brother Wen, long time no see. How have you been?"

Wen Yi raised his head and said, "It's Mr. Li. Is it time for me to repay his favor?"

Old Liu nodded. "Then I'll get straight to the point. I want the *Xie Guan Pu* (Evil Coffin Records)."

Wen Yi neither admitted to having the *Xie Guan Pu* in his possession, nor did he deny it. Instead, he poured himself a glass of wine.

Old Liu shook his folding fan and said, "As far as I know, Brother Wen is the longest-standing figure in the art of the provincial capital. If no one knows the whereabouts of the *Xie Guan Pu*, then so be it. But if anyone does, I can't think of anyone other than you."

Wen Yi drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. "The karma involved in the *Xie Guan Pu* is too great. Can Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall) handle it?"

Old Liu said indifferently, "Has Liangjie Tang ever lacked karma?"

Wen Yi was silent for a moment before picking up the jug of sanbai liquor and drinking it all in one go. "Let's go! I'll take you to find the *Xie Guan Pu*."

Wen Yi personally led Old Liu and Wang Butcher into "Eight-Foot Coffin" and called Yao Bachi out directly. "Old Yao, I'm here to get the *Xie Guan Pu*."

Yao Bachi glanced at Old Liu and the other man. "Who do you want the *Xie Guan Pu* for? Them?"

Yao Bachi said with a gloomy face, "The *Xie Guan Pu* can be given to anyone, but not to Liangjie Tang. Go back!"

Wen Yi said calmly, "The *Xie Guan Pu* is my own thing. You have no right to withhold it."

"How convenient!" Yao Bachi sneered. "I really do have the right not to give them the *Xie Guan Pu*."

"The *Xie Guan Pu* should belong to the Jueguan (Secluded Coffin) branch of the Coffin Gate. You, Wen Yi, are only temporarily keeping the *Xie Guan Pu* on behalf of the Jueguan branch, seeking a successor for it. Am I right?"

Wen Yi nodded slightly. "That's right."

Yao Bachi said triumphantly, "Good that you admit it. And I am the liaison for the outer sect of the Coffin Gate. In other words, I can be considered the gatekeeper of the Coffin Gate. I'm not wrong about that either, am I?"

Wen Yi thought for a moment and said, "Back then, when that person handed the Eight-Foot Coffin Shop over to you, he did say something like that."

"That's right then!" Yao Bachi laughed. "The gatekeeper of the Coffin Gate has the right to assess the character of the successors of the nine Coffin Gate branches and decide whether they are qualified to inherit the Coffin Gate's secret treasures."

"I can now tell you with certainty that Li Po is not qualified to inherit any secret treasure of the Coffin Gate. Go back!"

Wen Yi said with a gloomy face, "Yao Bachi, on what basis do you say that Li Po is not qualified to inherit the *Xie Guan Pu*? If you can give me a reason, I'll turn around and leave. If you can't give me a reason, you have to give me an explanation today."

Yao Bachi glanced at Wen Yi. "Last time, you introduced Li Po to my coffin shop. I already made it clear to him that the Yin-Yang branch should belong to the Coffin Gate and asked him to leave that Greedy Wolf Copper Coffin behind."

"How did he act? I think you know. Yao Bachi said coldly, "What qualifications does someone who doesn't care about the sect have to inherit the sect's secret methods? And..."

Yao Bachi said, "Li Po, as a sorcerer, only wants to make money and uses any means to do so. He kills people at the slightest provocation, he is vicious and evil. He oppresses his fellow Daoists and is domineering and unkind. What qualifications does such a person have to be called a successor of the Coffin Gate? You guys leave!"

Wen Yi said with a livid face, "Yao, we've known each other for many years. I thought you were a righteous person, but I didn't expect..."

Old Liu raised his hand slightly. "Brother Wen, don't reason with someone who doesn't want to reason. It's a waste of each other's time."

As Old Liu spoke, he pointed the folding fan in his hand at Yao Bachi. "Friend, you should have heard the saying 'Those who come are not friendly, and those who are friendly do not come', right?"

"Haha..." Yao Bachi laughed. "Liu, you are at most just a subordinate of Li Po. Even Li Po doesn't have the qualifications to talk to me like this when he gets here. What are you?"

Yao Bachi put his hands behind his back and looked at the layers of coffins behind him. "According to the rules of the Coffin Gate, branch disciples must lower themselves by one generation when they see the gatekeeper and must pay respects to the gatekeeper with the etiquette of a disciple. When Li Po sees me, he has to kowtow and call me Uncle-Master."

"A running dog of Liangjie Tang, is qualified to tell me about unfriendly visitors?"

"Of course..." Yao Bachi changed the subject. "If you want to represent Li Po in deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors, I don't mind you trying? I'm just afraid that if you touch me, the Black and White Impermanence will take action to clean up the house."

Yao Bachi's face suddenly darkened. "You all get out of here. Also, tell Li Po to come and pay respects to his senior within three days. Otherwise, he will bear the consequences."

As soon as the other party said this, Old Liu's eyes narrowed.