Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

Lu Jingyan slowly loosened his fingers, and the heavy stack of demon household registration files slid through his fingers and landed precisely in the iron document basket marked "Pending Approval," making a dull thud.

He picked up the now-cold black coffee with a blank expression, took a small sip, and let the bitterness spread on his tongue.

The sunlight streaming through the French windows gilded his hard features, but it couldn't diminish the deep, dark shadow in his eyes.

"Director Lu, those old guys who have cultivated for hundreds of years are not easy to deal with."

They believe that the body and soul have long transcended the mortal realm. Isn't it a bit unrealistic for us to try and impose these mere theoretical concepts on them?

Zhao Tiezhu rubbed his rough hands, staring at the flashing red energy dots on the monitor with a worried expression.

Although he had been promoted to head of operations, the fear of the unknown in his bones had not completely dissipated. He always felt that the Gatling gun in his hand was still a bit lacking in confidence in the face of those powerful beings who could move mountains and fill seas.

Lu Jingyan put down his cup, his eyes showing no emotion, and simply replied:

"Iron Pillar, the definition of law has never been about which species it targets, but about maintaining absolute order."

Species are merely shells, whether those shells are flesh and blood, feathers, or ethereal spirits. If their consciousness generates subjective malice in this plane, then they must accept judgment.

He stood up, walked to the huge holographic city map, and lightly swiped his finger in the air.

The chaotic red dots on the map were instantly surrounded by blue geometric squares, which was his masterpiece that he was preparing.

Lu Jingyan turned his head and looked at Su Xiaoxiao, who was frantically typing code. His voice was as steady as a finely tuned clock.

"Xiaoxiao, what's the progress of the 'psychic monitoring base station' deployment in the technical department?"

I need to not only monitor their movements, but also collect the energy wavelengths they use when casting spells. We need to build a complete 'spell crime database'.

From now on, if a window is burned by an unknown fire, the system must identify which fire-type monster was responsible within three seconds and send an arrest warrant directly to its lair.

Su Xiaoxiao adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, a morbid excitement gleaming in her eyes, and chuckled:

"Don't worry, Director Lu, the first batch of 'anti-violence spell detectors' has already been installed. And I just casually sent a 'winning message' to those few escaped rogue cultivators."

"If they click on it out of curiosity, the phone will automatically emit a high-frequency sound wave. While it won't kill them, it's enough to make them hallucinate that we're giving them ideological and political work whenever they close their eyes for the next week."

Lu Jingyan nodded slightly; he was very satisfied with the efficiency of using technological means to achieve a "dimensional reduction attack."

Just then, a discordant bell rang out from outside the corridor, crisp yet carrying a musty, sandalwood scent. Three elderly men, dressed in simple robes and exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, entered the office with slightly arrogant steps, guided by two police officers.

Embroidered on their chests were symbols of clouds, lightning, and flames, clearly indicating they came from those newly awakened so-called "ancient noble families."

"Director Lu, I am the Grand Elder of the Qingyun Sect."

"I have come here today with an extraordinary opportunity to present to the Bureau Chief."

The elderly man leading the group stroked his beard slightly. Although his eyes seemed peaceful, they revealed a deep compassion that transcended all living beings.

The two disciples behind him didn't even glance at Zhao Tiezhu; they were staring intently at Lu Jingyan's crisp police uniform, their eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

Lu Jingyan didn't speak, but simply gestured for him to sit down. He himself remained leaning against the edge of the desk, one hand in his pocket, looking relaxed.

Seeing that Lu Jingyan did not intend to rise and bow, the old man frowned slightly, then continued, "Now that the spiritual energy has returned, the Heavenly Dao has restarted."

The old order of this mortal realm is destined to be overthrown and rebuilt by extraordinary forces. Although Director Lu is a mortal, he is resolute and holds the power of law enforcement in this secular world. If you are willing, Director Lu, my Qingyun Sect is willing to appoint you as the "Chief Discipline Master of the Outer Sect," in charge of all mortal affairs.

In exchange, we will bestow upon you a longevity pill that grants you a hundred years of life, and ensure the prosperity of your Lu family for generations to come.

"Longevity Pill?" Lu Jingyan raised an eyebrow, a playful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

He picked up a document from his desk, casually tossed it in front of the old man, and spoke in a tone as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Elder, before you start making empty promises, could you please explain how many years your Qingyun Sect should be sentenced to according to the Land Administration Law and the Water Law for illegally seizing 500 acres of land in Cuiping Mountain in the western suburbs, arbitrarily altering the course of the river, and intimidating local forestry workers?"

The old man's smile froze instantly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He snorted coldly, and a terrifying pressure instantly spread throughout the office, making the glass windows vibrate.

"Director Lu, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. I'm giving you a chance to 'surrender'."

In this extraordinary era, your so-called laws are nothing but shackles prepared for the weak. For us cultivators, the will of Heaven is the greatest law!

"God willing?"

Lu Jingyan suddenly took a step forward, and the golden light of the rule-level [Absolute Rationality] flashed in his pupils. The pressure of the rule of law, which was enough to make a Golden Core cultivator kneel down, crashed down.

The air in the office froze instantly. The old man felt as if two mountains were pressing down on his shoulders, and his once straight back was bent over. Cold sweat dripped down his temples.

"On my territory, Lu Jingyan's national constitution is the highest divine will."

Lu Jingyan bent down, staring intently into the old man's eyes, his voice hoarse yet resounding.

"If your sects want to establish themselves here, the first step is not to be given medicine, but to register a non-profit organization with the Civil Affairs Bureau. The second step is to declare the value-added tax on your spirit stones with the Tax Bureau."

The third, and most important, step is to get out of my office and line up to collect your "Citizen's Legal Handbook."

The old man was so shocked that his face turned pale, and the two disciples behind him collapsed to the ground.

He never imagined that a mortal policeman would bear such terrifying power of rules.

This power was even more stable than their sect's protective array, as if this man himself was a cold, iron law walking among mortals.

"Director Lu... you'll regret this."

The old man gritted his teeth, struggled to his feet, and led his humiliated disciple in a disheveled escape from the office. They walked so fast that they even forgot to pick up the whisk that had fallen to the ground.

Lu Jingyan watched their departing figures without a trace of emotion in his eyes. He simply turned to Zhao Tiezhu and instructed, "Record their biofrequency. From now on, any Qingyun Sect disciple who enters the city should be closely monitored as a 'potential social danger.'"

Zhao Tiezhu's eyes lit up, and he nodded excitedly:

"Hey boss, I love seeing their naive, cowardly attitude! These old men think they can be our superiors? They're dreaming!"

He picked up his pen with a smug look and made a mark in his diary, feeling that he had never felt so powerful as a policeman in his life.

Lu Jingyan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the construction site below, where preparations were in full swing.

There, a uniquely shaped building was taking shape; it was the "Supernatural Biological Court" that he designed himself.

The jury in this court will be composed of non-human beings educated in the rule of law and human judges, and all trial proceedings will be broadcast live across all planes via psionic livestream.

He wanted to use this most hardcore and open method to tell the world:

No matter which dimension you are a powerful being from, no matter how many millennia you have lived, if you cross the red line here, you will not face karmic retribution, but rather an indictment from the prosecutor's office and a 15-day "luxury package" of detention.

"All beings are equal, and all who break the law are subject to the same punishment. I mean what I say."

Lu Jingyan muttered to himself, his fingertips leaving a cold mark on the glass window.

Just as he was conceiving the details of the first supernatural public trial, a strange commotion suddenly arose in the office lobby downstairs.

A cold draft swept through the building without warning, the originally bright motion-sensor lights began to flash wildly, and a faint scent, like earth mixed with aged rouge, filled the air.

Lu Jingyan frowned and strode out of the office.

He stood at the escalator entrance on the third floor and looked down, only to see that the once orderly police reception hall was now in complete chaos.

Several young police officers were cowering behind the counter in fear, their walkie-talkies crackling.

In the very center of the hall, a figure dressed in a bright red wedding gown floated silently in mid-air.

The fabric of the wedding dress looked exquisite, yet it exuded an air of antiquity that seemed to have transcended a thousand years.

The woman's long hair cascaded down to her ankles like a waterfall, and the half of her face that was exposed was eerily white, yet it exuded a breathtakingly tragic beauty.

Even more outrageous, she was clutching a piece of silk that was yellowed, brittle, and tattered at the edges.

It was a marriage certificate in the style of the Qing Dynasty. With her arrival, a dense chill quickly spread outwards, instantly lowering the temperature of the entire administration bureau to zero.

"Lu Jingyan...a heartless man..."

The woman's voice was ethereal and hoarse, like an echo drifting from a deep valley, carrying a chilling resentment.

"Three lifetimes of love, yet you dare leave me alone to sit by that ancient well... Today, if you do not return with me, I will make all these mortals in this hall pay with their lives..."