Chapter 199: Inviting Constable Captain Leng

Su Wangchuan had completely immersed himself in cultivation.

Whenever he was utterly exhausted, he would sit cross-legged and circulate 《Qingcheng Heart Method》, restoring his body to peak condition.

When he was hungry, he summoned a robot to deliver food.

Again and again, he pushed forward.

From the first move to the last…

Countless times he stumbled, unable to link the sequence smoothly.

But Su Wangchuan was patient.

Bai Jingtang’s final demonstration was etched deeply in his mind, available for comparison at any moment.

If he made a mistake, he started over.

If once was not enough, he practiced ten times.

If ten times were not enough, he practiced ten more.

If force did not work, he softened.

If softness would not carry through, he imitated Captain Bai—letting out a low hum, forcing himself to refine the movement, seeking new sensations amid the fractured attempts.

And surprisingly…

Through slow and painstaking exploration, after two days and one night without sleep, he finally executed the full set of 《Qingcheng Sword Art》 flawlessly.

Every detail was in place. At the very least, he had imitated most of that agile, transcendent bearing.

Compared to Captain Bai’s sword forms, there were no obvious flaws.

“Back to the game.”

Su Wangchuan returned to 《spirit realm》.

His in-game character was already starving.

He hurried off to eat his fill, then circulated 《Qingcheng Heart Method》 to restore his condition before practicing again in the courtyard.

Whoosh!

Whoosh, whoosh!

Like a Daoist swordsman, with longsword in hand, his steps were gentle yet steady. The sword momentum was rounded and supple, yet when he struck, it was decisive and swift. Solid and void interwove seamlessly. After completing the full set, he felt utterly refreshed.

He summoned the Status Panel and saw that his experience for 《Qingcheng Sword Art》 had advanced to 9/100.

Three days and two nights.

At last, 《Qingcheng Sword Art》 had entered the gate.

He had finally grasped the method for cultivating a Third-Rank sword art.

“Hall Master.”

At that moment, Wang Yuehui heard the movement in the courtyard and stepped inside.

“You have finally logged back in.”

It was the first time he had seen the Hall Master absent from the game for two consecutive days. If Bai Yuhui had not informed him that the Hall Master was training offline, he might have suspected that the Five Poison Sect had quietly eliminated him.

“What is it? Has anything gone wrong in the hall these past two days?”

“Everything in both the inner and outer divisions is normal. However, the escort agency encountered some trouble. One cart of goods was lost. Several brothers were killed or injured. We paid compensation.”

Wang Yuehui’s tone was heavy.

Su Wangchuan frowned slightly.

“Tell me what happened.”

The moment he heard that members of Qingfeng Escort Agency had suffered casualties, his guard rose instantly.

Could the Beggar Sect have caught wind of something? If so, that required caution.

Wang Yuehui replied, “According to the brothers who escaped, the attacker was a First-Rank Martial Artist. He acted alone and targeted the cargo. After killing two of our guards, our men realized they were outmatched and abandoned the cart.”

“What was in the cargo?”

“That is the strange part. It was not valuable. Just ordinary tea leaves and wine, sent by a merchant to his shop in Heilong County. The total value was about one hundred and forty taels of silver. The brothers responsible for losing the goods paid part of it. We covered the rest, including pensions. The deficit has been filled.”

“Wine? Tea? One person?”

Su Wangchuan’s gaze turned thoughtful.

The loss felt inexplicable.

Since when had a First-Rank Martial Artist fallen so low as to survive by robbing such ordinary goods?

Moreover—

Tea would be difficult to resell. Once seized, no one would dare distribute such goods in the short term.

Especially for someone acting alone, who likely lacked distribution channels.

Therefore—

“The target was the wine.”

A glint flashed in Su Wangchuan’s eyes.

“This bandit is fond of alcohol.”

“A First-Rank Martial Artist.”

“Fond of alcohol.”

“Yuehui, does that remind you of anyone?”

A faint smile appeared on his face.

With the reminder, Wang Yuehui immediately thought of someone.

“The only Deputy Sect Master of the Earthfiend Sect who escaped!”

Su Wangchuan smiled.

According to the testimony of the surviving Earthfiend Sect members at the county office, the Deputy Sect Master Wang Zheng had once been the sect’s former leader—a veteran First-Rank Martial Artist. After being subdued by the new sect master, he had accepted the position of Deputy Sect Master, overseeing all sect affairs.

That man…

Was indeed a heavy drinker.

Almost every so often, he would carry out a job—specifically to seize wine.

Su Wangchuan had always suspected that after the Earthfiend Sect robbed the magistrate of Rong County, the chief clerk, and a clan patriarch, they must have acquired a considerable amount of gold and silver.

Yet he himself had only obtained slightly over five hundred taels of gold.

Clearly, the larger share had been in Wang Zheng’s hands.

If they could capture Wang Zheng, there might be an opportunity to seize a substantial fortune.

With that thought, Su Wangchuan’s excitement rose.

“Yuehui!”

“Immediately ask the escort agency where the cargo was lost. Then go to the county office and find Constable Captain Leng Wuya. Tell him I invite him for a drink.”

“Yes!”

Wang Yuehui departed at once.

By the time Leng Wuya arrived, Chen Ergou had already arranged wine and dishes.

“Hall Master Wangchuan!”

“Constable Captain Leng.”

“So late at night, and you invite me here. I have prepared some modest food and wine to make amends,” Su Wangchuan said with a smile.

Leng Wuya cupped his fists and laughed.

“Hall Master Wangchuan, you flatter me. We have fought side by side as comrades through life and death. After the battle against the Earthfiend Sect, we are brothers. If you call for me, even if I am in Sanhe Commandery, I would rush back immediately.”

“Well said. Sit. Let us eat.”

“I happen to be hungry.”

Ever since witnessing Su Wangchuan’s stratagem that forced back the Earthfiend Sect Master—and seeing him pursue and kill him alone—Leng Wuya had regarded Su Wangchuan as an unassailable force in Huishui County, someone absolutely not to offend.

Especially considering Su Wangchuan’s contributions during the flood of refugees attacking the city—he had become the Sea-Stabilizing Pillar. In the future, there would be many occasions where cooperation was necessary. Naturally, their conversation flowed smoothly.

“Come!”

“Drink!”

After three rounds of wine—

Leng Wuya, while picking up food with his chopsticks, casually remarked, “Brother Wangchuan, I heard your Gang Leader was attacked a few days ago. The assailant was a Third-Rank Martial Artist. Coincidentally, in the prefectural capital, the Beggar Sect lost a Branch Master who was also at the Third Rank. The disturbance was quite significant.”

“I have heard. These days are far from peaceful. Look at this—A Second-Rank Martial Artist attacked in his own territory, the culprit escaping unscathed. Then a Third-Rank Martial Artist reportedly killed in his own territory… Even the city is unsafe. Tell me, how is it that security in the prefectural capital resembles that of Heilong County—full of holes and cracks?”

As he spoke, Su Wangchuan raised his cup solemnly and looked directly at Leng Wuya.

“Constable Captain Leng, you and your men are truly dedicated. Tens of thousands of refugees stormed the city. The Earthfiend Sect invaded… Yet the county office handled it cleanly and beautifully. Impressive. On behalf of the people of Huishui County, I offer you this toast.”

“… ”

Leng Wuya lifted his cup, his entire face flushed red.

How was he supposed to respond to that?

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