181: Chapter 180: The New Patrol Envoy 181: Chapter 180: The New Patrol Envoy After a lengthy conversation, the truth was that neither had managed to convince the other.
Yet this did not harm their friendship.
Hou Niao resud his Patrol lifestyle, never staying overnight at the small outpost again.
Once he had fulfilled his promise, the deal had ended, and he should not have continued; it would have been irresponsible.
Yes, that’s what he thought.
This wasn’t about reneging after raising one’s pants, but rather about a harsh reality.
The three sisters-in-law had achieved their goal, and what they needed to pursue now was their happiness.
And if he remained by their side, that happiness would never arrive.
He was still mortal at the mont, but Cultivation was not far away.
When that ti really ca, the harsh truth about lifespan would be even more cruel.
The later it ended, the more painful it would be.
Thus, when he sensed that the sisters-in-law’s feelings had started to evolve from a simple transaction to sothing more dangerous, he decisively put a stop to everything.
Let them beco a part of his mory, and he a part of theirs.
Wasn’t that nice?
Why should things go on until everyone involved couldn’t face each other?
Was this the selfishness of the Demon Sect?
He didn’t know.
What he did know was that as his enemies grew ever more nurous, it was inevitable that those around him would be dragged into the fray, and he would need friends who could withstand these burdens.
If that was selfish, so be it; he didn’t care.
During his Patrols, he gradually turned his attention back to his Cultivation.
The essence in his Dantian was complete; the process took several months, which was quite average.
Wang Mian and Fang Yazi, who had begun fasting for Cultivation at the sa ti, had achieved this as well.
But he might have misunderstood sothing; their speed was actually quite fast.
However, mingling with these two real geniuses, he couldn’t sense what was special about him.
The question facing the three of them now was how to link the Purple Mansion and the Dantian to create a Bridge Connection, exploring the Inner Secrets of the body in preparation for the most important stage of transcending the mundane through Tongxuan.
These thods and skills were clearly explained in the texts, but to actually achieve them required a bit of luck, a bit of insight, and a flash of inspiration on any given day.
His case was a little different from the others, though.
The Purple Mansion was hardly a secret to him; it was that Purple Mansion Vortex, sothing he’d encountered regularly.
The real question was how to link this abnormality to the Dantian?
He pondered over this problem throughout his Patrols.
But while his thoughts were slow, the movents in Jin City were swift.
The orders for Xiang Zhiwen’s transfer ca down, and the new Patrol Envoy took up his post at Fang Family’s Castle.
“Wang Zhongjin?
Why does this na sound familiar to ?”
A group of people stood in the long-unvisited hall of the Town Governnt in Fang Family’s Castle.
This was an unavoidable courtesy, a ceremony that took place every ti a new Town Governnt and Patrol Envoy were appointed.
Of course, it was also the result of Xiang Zhiwen forcefully dragging his subordinates along; otherwise, not a single one of them would have shown up.
Dou Gong added, with a hint of teasing, “Junior Brother Hou’s mory doesn’t seem too sharp.
Or are these matters too painful to recall, so you’re pretending to have forgotten?
You may forget the person, but have you also forgotten about the five years’ worth of salary that was deducted?”
Everyone laughed heartily.
Wang Zhongjin—yes, that was the Senior Brother who had co to read out the Triple Prefecture’s punishnt to Hou Niao.
Because of the massacre at Suqiu, even Wang Mian and Fang Yazi had experienced a share of the blow.
Wang Mian gloomily said from the side, “If he’s sensible, fine; if not, I’ll sort him out!”
Feng Yaochen rebuked him, “What kind of talk is that?
No respect for a superior at all!
Are these things you can just say?
Learn from your older brothers; they never say anything, but they’ve already dug the pits…”
Xiang Zhiwen just smiled wryly, understanding the sentints of his subordinates all too well, so he didn’t say much more for fear of throwing fuel on the fire.
Town Governnt Guo watched the commotion with a smile.
Before the New Year, their lineage in the town governnt had been given a hard ti by the beeswax, and now, they were finally catching their breath.
It seed that the wheel of fortune had turned, and it was now the turn of the Patrol n to be put through the grinder.
All Cultivation Sects share one unbreakable rule: one must not betray or harm one’s teachers or ancestors, nor kill fellow sect mbers!
The Quanzhen Sect was no exception, but to them, Uncle Zheng was neither a teacher nor an ancestor; at most, he was just another sect mber.
In a place like Yinling, there were plenty of ways to give him a hard ti.
There have been historical precedents for such cases, and without concrete evidence, those higher up could only ultimately let them slide.
For a Demon Sect like Quanzhen that favored bravery and fierce fighting, it was also impossible to enforce this rule too strictly.
Amid the clamor, a man walked into the courtyard from outside.
Who could it be if not Wang Zhongjin, the sa as always?
Still high and mighty, still dismissive of everyone else, where on earth did he get the confidence to take up his post alone, facing a group of proud and ruthless soldiers with blood on their hands?
He nodded to Town Governnt Guo as a greeting, then quickly went through the handover with Xiang Zhiwen.
The rules of a Cultivation Sect are, of course, not as intricate as those of the real officialdom.
During this process, the forr official had to leave quickly to not interfere with the new official’s efforts to win over people’s hearts.
So, after the handover, Xiang Zhiwen took his leave.
Although reluctant, a cultivator must continually face new environnts to progress.
It was true for him, and the sa for these Patrol subordinates.
Once Xiang Zhiwen had departed, Town Governnt Guo would certainly not stay and make himself uncomfortable; he quickly excused himself with other business, leaving Wang Zhongjin to face the indifferent subordinates.
This very first eting would determine whether his next three years in Yinling would be leisurely and happy, excruciatingly difficult, or perhaps even his last?
After the two n left, Wang Zhongjin’s expression changed as if he was a different person.
He transford from a haughty and arrogant Brother Wang into a smiley, amiable gentleman.
He bowed to everyone, and his first sentence surprised them all, “I’m here just to pass the days!
The Jin City system stipulates that if you want to climb higher in the three-governnts system, you must have experience governing a territory.
That’s why I’m here.”
He smiled self-deprecatingly, “Yinling is not a pleasant place.
But precisely for this reason, the officials here have sowhat noteworthy personal experiences amidst the chaos.
However, I believe that with the annihilation of the Giant Rat Clan and the closure of West Mang Mountain, there should be a buffer period, a ti of relative stability in Yinling, so I’ve co to take advantage of this opportunity!”
Looking at Hou Niao, he bowed again, “Whether it’s the Giant Rat Clan or the incident with West Mang Mountain, Brother Hou has made strenuous efforts in these affairs.
So, in a way, I’m basking in your radiance.
I, Wang Zhongjin, am not blind.
I see clearly and will rember this in the future!
As for the punitive commands initially announced, I didn’t have the decision-making power; I was rely an executor.
I’m sure Brother Hou understands that no matter who took my place, the outco would have been the sa.
Therefore, you should not hold a grudge against .
As cultivators, maintaining this perspective and not dwelling on past grievances is proper.”
Hou Niao felt sowhat exasperated; this man…
Wang Zhongjin turned once more to the crowd and reached into his Treasure Gourd as if by magic, pulling out a large pot of fine wine and ten cups, filling each one in turn,
“I’m a sword-wielding ‘mixer’ from a mixed-system!
So, naturally, discussing sword-wielding ‘mixers’ like Town Governnt Guo will be left to ; the resources of the Patrol lineage will not be shortchanged by a di, as I say so, I do so.
But as for the life-and-death matters outside Fang Family’s Castle, I won’t get involved; we’ll follow the old rules, you manage them yourselves.
If you wish to notify , just say the word.
If it’s sothing too significant and you’d rather not speak of it, I’m not interested in hearing it either.
So, if we can coast through these three years, we’ll still be friends afterward.
Does that sound good?”
A group of rugged n were left utterly speechless…
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