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Outside Jiaxing city, deep in the dense forest.

A cluster of flames rose up, engulfing the blood-stained night clothes and quickly turning them into ashes.

Shen Mo changed back into a simple blue Taoist robe.

Under the moonlight, he sat cross-legged and took out the yellowed scripture he had obtained from Wu Fa's shredded flesh.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

When he said "that's all there is to it," he was referring to Wu Fa's realm, which was only at the eighth level.

At this moment, he turned the pages one by one and studied them carefully.

The approach to this divine skill is completely different from the internal energy cultivation method of the Quanzhen School he learned, and even from any other Taoist mystical skill in the world.

It does not seek the purity of internal strength, nor does it inquire into the mysteries of the mind.

It uses an almost barbaric method to transform internal energy into the purest and most primal physical power.

The first layer represents the power of a dragon and an elephant.

Layer upon layer, seemingly without end.

The last page of the manual states that if one can cultivate to the tenth level, one will possess the immense power of "ten dragons and ten elephants," capable of shattering mountains and splitting the earth with every move, making one comparable to the Five Greats of the era.

This martial art was a perfect "stone from another mountain" for him.

His own seventy-seven years of internal energy were as vast as the sea, but he always lacked a method to unleash this power to its fullest extent in an instant.

Quanzhen martial arts emphasize moderation, harmony, and balance, but lack the domineering power to destroy mountains and shatter peaks.

If one could integrate the energy cultivation method of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill into one's own martial arts...

His strength will no longer be limited to profound internal energy.

Instead, it can unleash absolute power capable of crushing everything.

Shen Mo carefully put away the secret manual and then took out the pen, ink, and paper that he had casually taken from the Qian family's study.

He dipped his brush in ink, his wrist steady, and wrote rapidly on the paper.

The content is precisely the dying confession of the divine constable Han Tong in the dilapidated temple.

From how he colluded with the Qian and Zhang families to fabricate charges and portray the bandits of Black Wind Village and Evil Tiger Ridge as innocent civilians.

Then there's how they forged documents to frame him.

Finally, Han Tong himself admitted that, in order to eliminate any future troubles, he plotted to murder Qian Yong, a junior officer of the Six Doors, in order to silence him.

After finishing writing, Shen Mo blew the ink dry and carefully folded the "case statement".

Then, he took out the Six Doors identity token that had been found on Han Tong's body, which was engraved with the words "Qian Yong".

Finally, he tore a piece of brocade from his sleeve.

It was torn from Lord Zhang's magnificent official robes, which were embroidered with patterns representing his official rank.

Shen Mo used the piece of brocade to wrap the letter and the token together.

By the time all this was done, dawn was approaching.

He looked up at the sky, then used the Golden Goose Technique, his figure transforming into a wisp of green smoke as he slipped back into Jiaxing City.

In the deepest darkness before dawn, he arrived at the main gate of the Jiaxing Prefectural Government Office.

With a flick of a finger.

The brocade bundle, carrying a gentle yet precise force, flew up silently.

"Smack."

With a soft click, it landed precisely on the plaque bearing the inscription "Jiaxing Prefecture" directly above the main gate of the government office.

After doing all this, his figure rose and fell a few times before disappearing completely into the depths of the city's streets and alleys.

He did not go to see Li Mochou.

An even bigger storm is coming.

He needs a quiet stage.

……

Two days later.

On the official road outside Jiaxing Prefecture, three fast horses galloped towards them, kicking up clouds of dust.

The leader was a middle-aged man.

He wore an unassuming gray outfit and had a resolute face, as if carved by a knife and axe.

His eyes, when he looked at people, seemed to be scrutinizing prey.

A simple, ancient longsword hung at his waist, its scabbard and hilt displaying a dark hue.

He was none other than Tie Youxia, the chief constable of the Six Doors, known as the "Soul Chaser."

Without lingering, the group went straight into Jiaxing City and headed towards the government office.

Before even reaching the entrance, one could see a sea of ​​people blocking the gate of the government office.

Everyone was pointing and whispering about the plaque above the door.

"Get out of the way!"

The constable behind Tie Youxia shouted sharply, his voice like a thunderclap.

He dismounted, exuding a chilling aura, and the crowd unconsciously parted to make way for him.

He looked up and saw the brocade package nailed to the signboard.

So conspicuous.

Such a provocation.

He stepped forward, lightly touching the ground with his toes, and lifted himself up as if weightless, reaching out to take the package down.

It landed silently.

He unfolded the brocade belonging to an official of the imperial court and took out the letters and tokens inside.

When he saw the token engraved with the words "Qian Yong," his resolute face remained completely expressionless.

He unfolded the letter and read ten lines at a glance.

The contents of the letter were piercingly incisive.

A shocking conspiracy involving the Six Doors detectives and local officials and gentry was laid bare.

"Seal off the scene and disperse everyone!"

Tie Youxia waved his hand, his voice not loud, but carrying an absolute authority that commanded from the very core of his being.

"yes!"

His two trusted confidants immediately took action.

"Zhang San, investigate the former sites of Black Wind Village and Evil Tiger Hill."

"Li Si, investigate the Qian and Zhang residences."

Tie Youxia calmly issued his orders, each word decisive and firm.

Half an hour later.

The two trusted confidants returned almost simultaneously, their faces showing undisguised horror.

"Chief Constable, the Qian family, the Zhang family... are gone." Li Si's voice was dry, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

"All 312 people were slaughtered overnight. The scene... was horribly clean, except for blood."

Zhang San also reported: "Black Wind Stronghold and Evil Tiger Hill are indeed bandit dens. My men have found their cellar where they hid their gold and silver, and it is exactly as described in the letter."

All the evidence points to one conclusion.

Han Tong, the brilliant constable of the Six Doors, colluded with officials and gentry to fabricate charges and disregard human life.

Ultimately, he brought disaster upon himself, leading to his utter demise.

Tie Youxia stood in the blood-soaked courtyard of the Qian residence, with congealed dark red blood plasma beneath his feet and the stench of rust filling the air.

He was silent.

He finally understood.

This is not a provocation.

This is a declaration.

That mysterious person was using the life of a detective from the Six Doors to "report a case" to the Six Doors.

He used a massacre to judge another crime.

Use the head of a divine constable as evidence in court.

Tie Youxia did not go to the dilapidated temple where Han Tong died in the line of duty, because the clues there must have been completely erased.

He turned around and walked straight towards the outskirts of the city.

He arrived at the farmhouse where Shen Mo had previously settled Li Mochou.

He didn't go in.

I just stood outside the courtyard, looking at the pile of stone mills inside that had turned into fine powder.

Based solely on this pile of stone dust, he could tell that the person who made the move possessed profound internal strength, reaching a state of perfection.

He closed his eyes, his nostrils twitching slightly.

A multitude of mixed smells flooded into the air.

But what he was looking for wasn't the smell.

It's murderous intent.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and followed a nearly non-existent trajectory that only a master hunter like him could sense, heading out of the city.

His steps were slow, but each step was incredibly firm, as if he were walking along an invisible line.

Finally, it stopped at the shore of Nanhu Lake in Jiaxing.

In the center of the lake stands a solitary pavilion, connected to the shore by a long stone bridge.

Tie Youxia stepped onto the long bridge.

His footsteps sounded exceptionally clear on the still lake.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps...

He was about ten feet away from the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Inside the pavilion, the figure in the blue Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged, never turned around.

A calm voice clearly reached Tie Youxia's ears.

"The head constable of the Railway Administration."

"You're half an hour slower than I expected."