Finally saw hope, Zhang Xuan was unwilling to wait any longer.

  He dragged Jiang He, squeezed through the crowd and rushed forward.

  "What's wrong with you?!"

  The crowd that had been waiting for a long time in front of them showed discontent on their faces, and after seeing the Lin Han's Frostbone Armor, they could only roll their eyes and didn't say anything.

  "Lend me some, lend me some."

  Zhang Xuan nodded apologetically at everyone and then stepped into the government office.

  Liu Kun had just put down his pen and looked up to see that bitter melon face of his: "......"

  Cursing in one's heart.

  Song State can't help but visit the Wu Temple for help every six months, each time gathering some achievements to enter the imperial city, and as soon as he opens his mouth, he mentions that demonic calamity, it's already an old familiar story.

  "Report your achievements and then go line up in the back..."

  Liu Kun sighed inwardly and was about to gloss over it, but before he could finish speaking, Zhang Xuan silently pulled out the person behind him.

  Jiang He smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

  Seeing this, Liu Kun also fell silent for a moment, and at a glance, he recognized the identity of the Wu Miao Men disciple. The relationship between these people was complicated, making it difficult to handle.

  Under Zhang Xuan's urging, Jiang He reluctantly spoke up: "I, I know Lord Shen, please introduce us, little brother."

  Listening to these words with a lack of confidence, Zhang Xuan's heart suddenly sank.

  As expected, it's just boasting again.

  But at this moment, there was no other way out, and he could only stare blankly at Liu Kun sitting behind the cabinet.

  “……”

  Liu Kun sighed and got up, walking towards the curtain: "Wait, I'll go inform the master."

  He stood outside and whispered a few words, and soon got a response.

  "Let them in."

  "I understand."

  It's estimated that this Lord Shen still doesn't know how troublesome Zhang Xuan of Songzhou is. A majestic and mighty general who has subdued demons, yet he looks like a drowning man, grabbing onto the pole to climb up, grasping the hemp rope and refusing to let go.

  It's not something that can be dismissed with just a few words.

  Liu Kun walked back to the counter, glanced at Zhang Xuan, gritted his teeth and muttered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Shen Daren is a disciple of Wu Miao."

  This sentence not only highlights Shen Yi's noble status but also contains a very important piece of information.

  Unlike Meng Sheng, Wu Miao disciples are all cultivating yin spirits, and they are not some kind of Hunyuan sect masters.

  Think twice before speaking, can you afford to offend a young and arrogant newcomer who eats empty salary.

  As soon as this was said.

  Zhang Xuan suddenly froze in place, then looked at Jiang He on the side in shock.

  He knew that the other party's words had some water, but he didn't expect it to be this extent. He hadn't even figured out what kind of cultivation Shen Daren was practicing, yet he dared to say they had exchanged a few moves.

  Jiang He's eyes twitched twice at the corners, and he shut his mouth with a crisp, decisive movement.

  "Hurry up and go in, are you waiting for the adults to come out and invite you?" Liu Kun glared at the two of them.

  Now that it has been reported, we have to go through the formalities anyway.

  Zhang Xuan's face was gloomy as he stepped forward, bending down to lift the long curtain. Jiang He couldn't control his mouth, but he still had some sense of justice and hurriedly followed him.

  The second time I saw that young man.

  He wore a black shirt and sat quietly behind the desk, his handsome face looked slightly young, but in Jiang He's eyes, it seemed to have added a few points of majesty.

  Inspector General, in charge of the Nine States' Demon-Suppressing Department, overseeing all the aristocratic families and sects under heaven.

  Whether he can tame them or not is another matter, but at least nominally, all the demons and monsters of this dynasty are under his control.

  Jiang He nodded, and then felt that something was off. The polite phrases he had prepared beforehand became a jumbled mess in his mind, and he opened his mouth but couldn't get out a single word for half a day.

  "Let's talk business."

  Shen Yi nodded slightly, and as he spoke, the two people's tense bodies relaxed a little.

  "Humble servant Zhang Xuan from Songzhou, pays respects to Lord Shen."

  Zhang Xuan tried hard to look less tense, and after bowing respectfully, he was at a loss for words for a moment.

  If the other party is not a master of Hunyuan Sect, it's pointless to say anything. If one remains silent, isn't that equivalent to provoking the patrol officer? Either way, nothing seems right.

  The words of a few people before could not escape Shen Yi's ears.

  He knew what the other party was worried about, and his tone was slightly warmer: "Just say it, I'm not only a Yin Spirit Cultivator, but also somewhat familiar with Tempering Body Techniques."

  The method of tempering the body?

  Zhang Xuan smiled wryly and raised his head, but since the other party had seen through his thoughts, he didn't beat around the bush either: "Reporting to the Patrol Envoy, there are two demon kings wreaking havoc in Songzhou, it's really... almost unbearable."

  "Two heads?"

  Shen Yi stood up and walked in front of the two people.

  Zhang Xuan seemed to have been holding it in for a long time and even if he couldn't solve the problem, he wanted to vent his grievances in front of his superior: "That demon king..."

  He hadn't even finished speaking when he stared blankly as Lord Shen walked past the two of them and headed outside.

  What's going on?

  Shen Yi lifted the curtain and turned back to say calmly, "No need to rush, we'll talk on the way."

  Zhang Xuan was stunned again, and Jiang He secretly pushed him, only then did he react to what had happened.

  This Lord Shen, is planning to patrol Songzhou?!

  I've come to the yamen so many times, but I've never encountered a situation as straightforward and efficient as this.

  "Why think so much... Taking the patrol officer back is better than you going back alone!"

  The crane hates iron for not becoming steel, gritting its teeth.

  Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuan hastily chased out quickly, and as soon as he walked out of the partition, he saw Liu Kun staring at him intensely, as if wanting to devour him alive.

  "Lord Shen, you've just arrived at the Wu Temple... No, I didn't mean to be presumptuous... It's just that... I'll help you prepare your horse carriage."

  Liu Kun finished speaking, but saw that Lord Shen simply shook his head.

  "No need for a carriage, two good horses will do."

  Even General Chen Qiankun can have such a divine steed, the Demon Suppression Department's headquarters naturally has an even better mount.

  Liu Kun swiftly rushed out and soon brought back two dark, scale-covered demonic horses that seemed to be wearing a layer of black armor.

  "Mr. Shen, would you like to say hello to Mr. Wu?"

  He held the reins and watched as Shen Yi flipped onto the horse. What kind of way was this to handle things?

  The Demon-Slaying Department patrolled the nine provinces, without mobilizing troops or sending letters, and simply rode their horses away?

  Zhang Xuan rode another demon horse with a numb expression, and even now he still felt his head was a bit dizzy. Before he could react, the two demon horses had already galloped towards the city gate.

  "Is that all?"

  Liu Kun watched as the demon horse disappeared around the corner, and suddenly slapped himself hard.

  The inspector who was invited back by Lord Wu just yesterday left after staying in the imperial city for only one night.

  ……

  Wu Miao Jia Yuan

  Wu Dao'an stood in front of the small courtyard with his hands behind his back and cleared his throat: "Shen Shidi, I've come to see you."

  The other party just obtained the Three Yuan Ascension Method yesterday. Although I couldn't replace Shen Yi to guide him, it's always right to show some concern.

  He waited quietly for a moment.

  The door was tightly closed, and there was no response at all.

  "Shen Shidi?"

  Wu Dao'an furrowed his brow and slightly raised his voice.

  He hung down his head with both palms behind his back.

  After all, you're a Yin Spirit Cultivator, it shouldn't be that you're exhausted from the journey and still haven't gotten out of bed yet?

  (End of chapter)