The path to immortality through martial arts begins with being forced into marriage!

In high spirits, Cui Yi exited the Floating Pagoda space. Looking at Xu Yunyan, who was still fast asleep in his arms, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

At this moment, Xu Yunyan nestled in his arms, a few strands of her hair still clinging to her flushed cheeks, and her breathing was slightly more rapid than when she was in a deep sleep.

Considering that the night was still long, Cui Yi began to misbehave again.

A night of turmoil.

When Tang'er got up in the middle of the night, she heard the bed next door creaking, which made her wonder.

Why are there still mice gnawing on the bed board in my new house?

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the next day.

Cui Yi got up very early.

Today is my first day officially reporting to the Demon Suppression Division, so I can't be late.

Xu Yunyan was about to get up to help Cui Yi get dressed, but as soon as she stood up, she aggravated a certain area, and a pain made her cry out softly. In addition, the blanket slipped off, making her a little embarrassed, so she quickly crawled back under the blanket.

"Don't get up, you were exhausted last night too."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yunyan's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe tomato.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then suddenly remembered something, buried her head in the blanket, and mumbled, "It's all your fault..."

After Cui Yi finished dressing, he smiled and tucked her in, saying, "You should rest well. Have Tang'er go out and buy some ready-made food for lunch. Don't try to cook for yourself, understand?"

Seeing his concern for her, Xu Yunyan's anger dissipated, leaving only shyness. She softly hummed in agreement, "I know, you should hurry up and leave, don't be late..."

Cui Yi nodded and gave a few more instructions before getting up and leaving the bedroom.

To Cui Yi's surprise, Tang'er, who used to love sleeping in, actually got up very early for the first time ever.

The little girl's hair was a bit frizzy, but her face was clean and she was tiptoeing around the stove, busy with something.

Upon seeing Cui Yi emerge, she immediately presented him with a steaming plate, neatly arranged with several plump white meat buns.

"Young master, I've heated up the steamed buns! Eat quickly so you can go to your post!"

Tang'er tilted her little face up, her eyes sparkling.

Cui Yi's heart softened, and he reached out to rub her little head, making her already messy hair even messier: "Tang'er, eat, young master isn't hungry."

"Young Master can just grab something to eat outside later. You and Sister Yunyan can eat first."

Ever since Cui Yi said that Xu Yunyan was his first wife, Tang'er stopped calling her "sister-in-law" and started calling her "Sister Yunyan" like Cui Yi had before.

"Why isn't Sister Yunyan up yet? The sun's already high in the sky!"

Tang'er craned her neck, trying to peek into the bedroom through the crack in the door.

But before she could see clearly, Cui Yi covered her eyes.

Xu Yunyan was exhausted from last night's activities and was still naked in bed. If the little girl saw him like that, he would be embarrassed and have no face left to hide his face if the girl with the lisp said anything.

"Your sister Yunyan is a light sleeper and didn't sleep well last night, so don't disturb her rest."

"Be a good boy and stay home, and I'll bring you candied hawthorns when I come home tonight."

Tang'er had mentioned before that she wanted to eat candied hawthorns, but Cui Yi had never had time to buy them. Now, upon hearing the words "candied hawthorns," Tang'er's little bit of curiosity was instantly extinguished.

"Okay! I promise I'll be a good girl!"

Seeing that the two women were settled, Cui Yi left the courtyard with satisfaction.

As a prefectural capital, Donghai City is many times more prosperous than Qinglin County, and even in the early morning, it already shows its vibrant vitality.

Just outside Qingshuifang, you can see peddlers, merchants and travelers coming and going in an endless stream.

And this is not even the most crowded time.

However, Cui Yi keenly sensed that something was off about the atmosphere on the street today.

At this time, many government officials and soldiers dressed in their official uniforms were setting up checkpoints in groups of three or five on the main streets to conduct inspections.

Moreover, the process was very strict. Each group of people carried a portrait and would occasionally pick out a few people from the passing crowd for comparison.

The soldiers' stern attitude immediately drew whispers from passersby.

"What happened? Why all this commotion?"

"I heard they're arresting some wanted criminal? It seems martial law was declared last night..."

"Tsk, I hope it's not some notorious bandit who's infiltrated our Donghai City!"

Cui Yi's heart stirred slightly, but he didn't look at anything more.

Since it's a case handled by the government, it means it has nothing to do with cultivators.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be the government offices that would take action, but the Demon Suppression Division, composed entirely of cultivators.

As Cui Yi passed by an alleyway, a burly yamen runner was impatiently questioning an old farmer carrying a load of vegetables.

As a result, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Cui Yi walking towards him in the distance, and his gaze was immediately drawn to the silver sword emblem on his chest.

His fierce expression vanished instantly, replaced by a respectful demeanor. He even clasped his hands in a salute to Cui Yi, saying, "Greetings, sir."

Cui Yi was initially a little uncomfortable, but simply waved his hand and said, "No need for formalities, what happened?"

The constable replied, "Sir, I am not entirely clear on the specifics of the case, but I do know that it seems to be related to a massacre of an entire family."

"Our superiors ordered his arrest, how could we subordinates dare disobey?"

As he spoke, the constable handed the portrait to Cui Yi for a glance: "Sir, have you ever seen this person in the painting?"

Cui Yi's gaze casually swept over the portrait.

However, after just one glance, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart almost skipped a beat!

The portrait was drawn with charcoal, so it looks a bit rough, but the facial features are captured very accurately.

The person in the painting was none other than the little beggar he had met in front of the steamed bun shop in Qingshuifang yesterday!

Cui Yi's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

That kid looks to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and he can't even afford a few steamed buns.

With that frail and weak appearance, let alone wiping out an entire family, he'd probably have a hard time even killing a chicken.

This seemingly harmless little guy is actually a wanted criminal connected to a family annihilation case?

"Never seen it before."

Cui Yi decisively shook his head. It was better to avoid trouble; he had already done what good he could.

The status of the deacon of the Demon Suppression Division was already very high. When the yamen runners saw that Cui Yi was about to leave, they quickly told their colleagues to make way.

Thanks to his status as a Silver Badge Deacon, Cui Yi had no obstacles along the way.

As soon as Cui Yi arrived at the gate of the Demon Suppression Bureau, he saw a familiar figure standing with his hands behind his back, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

"Master Zhao."

"Um."

Zhao Jingsheng nodded slightly, looking at the neatly dressed Cui Yi, a smile appearing on his face: "Not bad, clothes make the man, and you look quite dignified in this outfit."

"Come with me, Governor Song wants to see you."

"Your performance in the 'Questioning Mirror' and the words you left on the wall have been recorded and reported."

"Governor Song is currently stationed in Donghai City. After hearing about this matter, he became quite interested and specifically instructed me to take you to see him when you come to report for duty today."