Chapter 55: Mu Wanjun (Please keep reading)

Chapter 55: Mu Wanjun (Please keep reading~)

Under the moonlight, a graceful woman in her early twenties stood not far from Chen Pingan. She held a long sword in her hand, its blade still stained with blood that had yet to dry.

Although those two first-class deacons from the Myriad Demon Sect had managed to restrain Mu Wanjun, they had also paid a significant price.

Chen Pingan looked up, and as his gaze fell upon the woman, he was momentarily stunned.

When he was far away, he hadn't been able to see her clearly. Now that he was closer, he could see her features distinctly.

"Which district's officer is this? Why is she so young!?"

Chen Pingan was surprised in his heart, but he immediately offered a respectful salute.

"This subordinate greets the Officer!"

Since he couldn't discern her origin or how to address her, calling her "Officer" was the safest bet.

"Quite perceptive. What is your name?"

Mu Wanjun's cold voice rang out.

"Replying to the Officer, this subordinate is Chen Pingan, a temporary constable of the Nanquan Alley."

"A temporary constable?" Mu Wanjun eyed Chen Pingan with a hint of surprise.

He had a refined face and bright eyes; he was quite a handsome young man.

It was a pity he had no knowledge of the Martial Dao!

"How old are you?"

Mu Wanjun looked at Chen Pingan thoughtfully.

"Replying to the Officer, I am nineteen this year. In less than three months, I will reach the age of capping."

This boy actually appealed to her quite a bit. She had originally thought about transferring him to the Nancheng Town Suppression Division to cultivate him. However, at such an age, if he had not yet even entered the threshold of the Martial Dao, his value for cultivation would be extremely limited even if he possessed some talent. Furthermore, forced training would place an unimaginable burden on him. Rather than that, it would be better to—

Hearing that Chen Pingan was about to reach the age of capping, Mu Wanjun changed her mind.

The appearance of the Myriad Demon Sect's Great Deacon, Wu Haihua, within the prefectural city was no small matter. Mu Wanjun had no intention of engaging in much small talk with Chen Pingan.

"Chen Pingan, I have noted your name. I will handle the matters here. Continue your night patrol!"

"Yes, Officer."

Chen Pingan felt a surge of joy and responded with a cupped fist.

It was at this moment that the sound of rapid running and shouting drifted from the distance.

"Constables of the Suppression Division are here! Surrender, you scoundrels!"

The sounding of the gong was the signal; reinforcements from the Suppression Division had arrived!

"Hmph." Mu Wanjun let out a cold snort, her face showing a hint of irritation. She ignored Chen Pingan once more, leaped into the air, and disappeared from his sight within a few bounds.

Chen Pingan watched Mu Wanjun leave, his heart racing with excitement.

Her noting his name meant her intention was clear. There would surely be a reward granted afterward.

His luck was good! This time, he had survived a dangerous situation unscathed!

He had won the gamble!

Chen Pingan did not dare linger there, wanting to leave this place of trouble immediately. Who knew if those people might circle back for a second strike? If they returned, he would be in deep trouble.

*Sigh, in the end, my strength is still too weak.*

Originally, after stepping into the third level of Blood and Qi, Chen Pingan had felt a sense of pride. He was a notable figure in Nanquan Alley, and in terms of strength, he was already at the level of a head constable.

However, the battle he had just witnessed from afar felt like a heavy blow to his head.

Even the most inconspicuous and seemingly weakest among them could easily smash through a wall.

For Chen Pingan, the contrast was too stark!

*Cultivation! Cultivation! Keep cultivating! I cannot be careless!*

After witnessing this scene, the pride and complacency in Chen Pingan's heart vanished without a trace.

In the late hours of the night, Jiming Alley was no longer quiet.

A large number of constables arrived, conducting a massive search operation throughout Jiming Alley and the surrounding streets.

"What a massive scale!"

Chen Pingan marveled inwardly. It seemed that the woman's influence was even greater than he had imagined.

He hoped the woman was as powerful as possible; the more powerful she was, the more benefits he would naturally receive later.

***

A night passed, and Chen Pingan successfully finished his shift.

What he did not know was that in the following days, due to last night's events, the entire Nancheng Suppression Division would undergo an earthquake-like transformation.

Because he had worked the night patrol, Chen Pingan could take his scheduled rest the next day.

When he returned home after his shift, Chen Erya had already prepared sweet, soft rice porridge for him. After eating three large bowls in a row, Chen Pingan finally felt about sixty to seventy percent full.

After completing his morning practice with the flying locust stones, Chen Pingan gave a few instructions to Chen Erya before entering his room and falling into a deep sleep.

By the time he woke up, it was already past noon. Although he hadn't slept for many hours, Chen Pingan felt refreshed and in high spirits.

"Brother, you're awake." Stepping out of the room, he saw Chen Erya washing clothes in the courtyard.

"Mm, I'm awake," Chen Pingan replied.

"Brother, it seemed like a lot of constables came outside this morning."

"Oh?" Chen Pingan immediately connected this to the previous night's events.

After all, the Myriad Demon Sect had appeared in the prefectural city and even clashed with the Suppression Division constables; this was no trivial matter.

"Are they still here?"

"They've already left," Chen Erya answered. "They questioned every household this morning. It was quite a spectacle."

"Mm." Chen Pingan nodded.

With such a massive inquiry by the Suppression Division, the various gangs in Nanquan Alley likely wouldn't understand the reason for a while.

Under such high pressure, these gangs would surely remain well-behaved for a period.

This meant that both he and Erya should be safe for the time being. Little Tiger of the Tiger Head Gang wouldn't dare show his face during such a sensitive time.

Feeling reassured, Chen Pingan chatted with Chen Erya for a while before beginning his practice with the flying locust stones.

Having slept, he was full of energy, enough to support several rounds of practice.

Time always passed exceptionally fast when at home. After practicing the flying locust stones three times in the afternoon, evening arrived once again.

After the siblings finished dinner, they talked for a long time.

Chen Erya seemed somewhat worried about the situation outside, but Chen Pingan remained calm. However, beneath that calmness, there was still a trace of hidden concern.

The Myriad Demon Sect members were appearing in the prefectural city. If one day, they were to kill innocents and happened to come to his house, how would he respond?

Strength! He still needed strength! Without strength, in this world, one couldn't even hold their spine straight.

***

Upon arriving at the Nanquan Alley Suppression Division, Chen Pingan could clearly feel the grim atmosphere within. The usual clusters of constables chatting were nowhere to be seen today. Most were silent, not speaking a word.

Even Zheng Shiyong, who was usually quite boisterous, seemed to be keeping a low profile.

After asking Hou Tou, Chen Pingan learned that because Myriad Demon Sect members had been spotted in Nanquan Alley, the City Suppression Division had issued directives. The entire Nanquan Alley Suppression Division was under immense pressure. During yesterday's pre-shift meeting, Deputy Constable Tian Fuliang had flown into a rage due to several lapses in detail.

As time passed, more constables arrived. Most entered with heavy expressions.

"Ping'an, Hou Tou, Dashan."

Even Qin Tou, who did not come often, was not absent and greeted them.

"Qin Tou," Chen Pingan and the others responded.

Chen Pingan observed that Qin Tou's complexion was also not looking good. He looked even worse than when Chen Pingan had seen him a few days ago. After a moment of thought, Chen Pingan understood what had happened.

He was on the night patrol, and it had just been his and Qin Tou's turn. He hadn't expected something to happen right then. This time, Qin Tou was lucky that no one held him accountable and he escaped, but luck wouldn't last forever. This meant that for a long time to come, Qin Tou likely wouldn't be able to steal any leisure time to enjoy life.

PS: Good morning on Tuesday. Has everyone achieved the goal of not leaking for three months and attaining the three abundances of essence, qi, and spirit?

(End of Chapter)