Shen Yi always felt that this Fuyao Sword Technique was not ordinary.

  His predecessor had mastered the Bone-Penetrating Grappling Hand in just three to five years, but when cultivating this knife technique, even with full concentration, it took eight years to achieve small success.

  Thirty-three years have passed before it is complete and a thread of insight is gained.

  If one can thoroughly capture this spiritual light, its effect is absolutely not comparable to ordinary martial arts.

  His mind stirred slightly, and the ten-year-old demons life was poured into the Fuyao Knife Method.

  You continue to hone your already perfect Fuyao knife technique, ten years pass in the blink of an eye, that hint of spiritual light becomes increasingly clear, unfortunately, you have a mediocre talent and cant really grasp it.

  “……”

  "Is that it?"

  Shen Yis heart felt stifled, this was a whole decade! Still, for the sake of his goal, he could abandon all distractions for ten years!

  Even if you go to work as a manual laborer, abandon all entertainment, in ten years you can still afford a house in a small county town.

  Threw into martial arts, but couldnt even splash a drop of water.

  Having invested so much already, Shen Yi simply continued to pour in more.

  In the seventeenth year, you finally grasped that wisp of spiritual light and began trying to load it into a book.

  In the twenty-seventh year, you used up all your energy to perfect it and named it "Fuyao Zhengyang Knife".

  Remaining lifespan of the demon: thirty-six years

  ……

  "Self-created martial art?"

  Suddenly, Shen Yis mind had an extra insight into a martial art knife method.

  It wasnt until after he had absorbed everything that he realized it wasnt what he had imagined.

  On the panel, behind the Fuyao Knife Method, an extra line of text appeared.

  "First Boundary: Fuyao Zhengyang Blade"

  This is not a brand new martial art, but rather something similar to derivative ultimate skills, so there is no proficiency.

  After sixty years of grinding, he desperately discovered that human strength is limited.

  With a mortal body, no matter how skilled ones swordsmanship is, even with daily training and tempering of the physique, it is still impossible to contend against those truly great demons.

  Then put forward a train of thought that mobilizes the essence and blood in the body, refines the essence into gas, and controls the gas with a long knife in hand.

  "First boundary?"

  Shen Yi looked at that prefix.

  The last time I saw this word was on the prompt of beheading the dog demon.

  The dog demon opens wisdom and has not yet entered the initial realm.

  That is to say, this Kaiyang knife has already involved a certain realm.

  "If we continue to develop the Fuyao Swordsmanship, is it possible to directly create a complete Initial Realm martial art, rather than just a single sword style?"

  Shen Yi turned off the panel, and excitement surged in her eyes.

  But soon he suppressed the idea of pouring all his remaining years into it.

  Its obvious that creating a martial art from scratch is a matter of twice the work and half the gain. With the same amount of demonic lifespan, investing in an existing martial art would definitely yield better results.

  I remember that the last time the Town Demon Officer passed down martial arts was not just one kind, and I had a small position in the government office, so it wasnt difficult to get.

  "Take a rest first."

  Suddenly having gone through so many changes, Shen Yis mind relaxed and was instantly enveloped in a thick drowsiness.

  He just made a lying down motion.

  Lius father and daughter brought over the hot water they had prepared in advance, and Xiaoyu soaked Shen Yis feet in it, her rough little hands massaging them seriously.

  Shen Yi closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

  It was also his first experience of being served by others.

  Just by looking at their timid appearance, even if I were to become a ruthless and evil landlord from today onwards in this household, it would absolutely not be a problem.

  But Shen Yi opened his eyes and only softly said a word of thanks: "Its almost done, go out, Ill rest for one night and leave."

  No excessive display of emotions.

  After all, the previous evil deeds are placed there, and even if one behaves in a gentle manner, it will only leave unnecessary worries for the father and daughter.

  Liu Lao heard this and indeed became stunned, his turbid old eyes filled with half-belief and half-doubt.

  But he soon came to himself, pulled his daughter back and nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Shen, youre too polite, you can stay as long as you want, if theres anything just call me."

  Two people stumbled away with a basin of water and entered another room.

  Liu Yaotou stuck to the window, sleepless all night. Closing her eyes was Shen Yes sinister smiling face, and opening them again was the corpse of the dog demon in the yard that refused to close its eyes.

  She stayed up until the early morning when the rooster crowed, her eyes were blurry, and suddenly she caught a glimpse of an extra figure outside.

  Young man wearing a black changshan, with a long back and a sword hanging from his waist, looking handsome and spirited.

  He quietly left the courtyard, and as he did, he casually picked up the broken door that the dog demon had torn down, barely blocking out some of the cold wind.

  "Father, Shen Ye has left."

  "Ah... gone? Good riddance... Ah..."

  ……

  Dew moistens, a faint mist envelops the streets.

  Shen Yi walked out of the fog and stood in front of two stone lions.

  Baiyun County Government

  He walked in through the side door with ease and entered the classroom.

  Baiyun County Prison had a total of 7 or 8 teams, Shen Yi was just one of the small heads, with 8 attendants under him, and his superior was Song Changfeng, the head of the prison.

  Sit down in your own place.

  Shen Yi casually flipped through the books on the table and found them completely incomprehensible.

  This not only shows that he himself has no culture, but also indirectly proves that his predecessor was also very casual about official duties.

  The Da Qian dynasty has been plagued by evil spirits for many years. Although the Demon-Suppressing Department was established, it has always been severely understaffed.

  Governance of evil spirits is usually led by local government offices, and the Magic Suppression Division will only take full control of the area after the situation has completely spiraled out of control, conducting a thorough sweep of evil spirits.

  Such an ending would be that the yamen loses face completely and thoroughly loses control over the local area.

  It is under this premise that the predecessor of a clever brain has an opportunity to emerge.

  Through his skill in negotiating with the demons, not only did he make Baiyun County appear calm on the surface, earning the trust of his superiors, but also allowed his subordinates to avoid actually fighting the demons, reducing many casualties, and earned great prestige.

  He handled things properly and over the years, there was a subtle trend of replacing Song Changfeng.

  Of course, not everyone is convinced.

  Shen Yis gaze swept across the empty classroom, and the wine jars scattered on the floor under the tables. He picked one up casually and fell into silence.

  At this moment, a thin young man rushed in hastily.

  He saw Shen Yi on the chair, and his eyes first swept over with disdain, quickly adjusting his emotions, taking off his helmet to reveal a handsome face: "Your subordinate greets Lord Shen."

  His name was Chen Ji, he had the least seniority in the class, but his reputation was not small.

  The reason is his exaggerated martial arts talent, which was even praised by the Town Demon School Lieutenant at that time.

  Unfortunately, being young and vigorous, he suffered a lot at the hands of the demon, was severely criticized by his superiors, and was thrown to Shen Yi for discipline.

  His parents died early, and he roamed around Baiyun County with his sister.

  It just so happens that his predecessor was also a lustful and greedy ghost.

  The two of them had a silent confrontation, and in the end, he obediently listened to her, while Shen Yi promised not to make a move on his sister, barely managing to calm things down.

  Alas, why do I feel like Ive already reached a dead end?

  Shen Yi was lost in thought with his chin in his hand when Chen Ji broke the silence.

  "Magistrate Shen, Ive just returned from Liu Li Miao, somethings happened in the village."

  Chen Ji recalled his superiors previous order, and a look of entanglement flashed in his eyes, but he quickly explained: "Although you said that we wouldnt deal with matters outside the city for the time being, this time the demon didnt follow the rules and actually settled down in the village."

  His speech became faster and faster, seemingly worried that Shen Yi would interrupt him, apparently having experienced many similar situations before.

  "I hope... Mr. Shen can go and negotiate..."

  When he said the word "negotiation", Chen Jis face flashed a hint of shame, but he still tried his best to maintain his respectful tone, not wanting to provoke the other party.

  After all, according to Shen Yis character, he usually just goes through the motions in such situations and doesnt care.

  The other party must be pleased before they will come forward.

  "I recall last time, Town Demonstration Lieutenant brought back three martial arts manuscripts, didnt you borrow them?"

  Shen Yi stood up and walked to the door of the classroom, stretching her waist with force.

  "Huh?"

  Chen Ji stared blankly, could it be that this Lord Shen hadnt heard a word he was saying?

  "Give it to me to take a look." Shen Yi stretched out her hand.

  Chen Jishen took a deep breath and walked to his desk, pulling out three well-preserved manuscripts, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

  He stood for a long time and finally handed it over with some heartache.

  According to their habits, this precious Fuyao Wu Xue is either used to prop up the corner of a table or treated as a novelty and given to someone theyre close to for entertainment, but its absolutely not something theyd bother to take a look at.

  Shen Yi took over the manuscript and slowly walked out of the door.

  Only Chen Ji was left standing in place, stunned, his hand gripping the knife tighter and tighter.

  The Shens just keep asking questions, dont they care about the lives of the common people outside the city?

  Just then, half of someones body suddenly poked in from outside the door.

  It was Shen Yi who had gone and returned, with a puzzled expression on his face: "What are you standing there for, lead the way?"