Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

As dusk fell, the fire turned to ashes, a chill swept through, and the clan feast came to an end.

People from different tribes returned to their respective homes, while others gathered with a few close friends, which is another matter.

Zhao Xian's family also returned home. After listening to his mother, Zhao Xushi, nag for a while, Zhao Xian went back to his own room.

After closing the door, Zhao Xian soon sat cross-legged on the couch.

Holding your breath and concentrating, before you know it, your mind is clear and your spirit is pure.

With a slight thought, a golden light screen appeared above the sea of ​​consciousness.

Owner of the cauldron: Zhao Xian

[Qi Yun: Floating White]

[Spiritual Root: Fire Root (丙中火)]

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 3]

[Lucky Golden Pearl: 1]

【技艺】：六阳诀（精通：1606/10000）、基础箭术（精通：3733/10000）、松鹤养元拳（精通：1016/10000）

"The Golden Pearl of Fortune!"

After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Xian tried to communicate with the treasure cauldron, and a message immediately appeared in his mind.

After reading the message, the mouth of the golden cauldron in the center of his consciousness trembled slightly, and a golden droplet flew out from the cauldron.

The golden droplet trembled in mid-air, transforming into a cloud of golden light that merged into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, Zhao Xian felt as if a shackle had broken off from his body, and he felt completely relaxed.

Recalling the effects of the Qi Luck Golden Pearl, Zhao Xian immediately withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness, took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a Nourishing Yuan Pill, and put it into his mouth.

The elixir melted upon entering the mouth, a warm current slowly flowing into the abdomen, and strands of spiritual energy seeped into the meridians.

He held his breath and focused his mind again, circulating his magical power slowly through his meridians.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Xian felt a slight throbbing pain in his meridians and finally woke up from his cultivation.

"Today, it has completed sixty major cycles!"

With a gasp, Zhao Xian also showed an expression of disbelief.

"Since mastering the Six Yang Technique, I used to be able to complete forty-eight major cycles in four hours of daily practice."

"Now, with the blessing of good fortune, his power has increased by nearly 30%!"

"I just wonder how many days this drop of golden fortune pearl can sustain my cultivation?"

As soon as this thought arose, another message appeared in his mind.

"The Floating White Luck, when bestowed with good fortune, can increase cultivation speed by 30% within a month."

"One month is enough!"

Zhao Xian was secretly delighted, thinking that he would definitely be able to advance to the fourth level of Qi Refining when the Dragon Raises Its Head on the second day of the second lunar month!

"call!"

With a sigh of relief, Zhao Xian got up, tidied himself up, and prepared to go to bed fully clothed.

Unexpectedly, a sudden burst of urgent drumming and gonging came from outside the window, accompanied by shouts: "The pavilion is on fire! Go and put it out immediately!"

"The pavilion is on fire! Go and put it out immediately!"

"Knock knock knock!"

"..."

Upon hearing this sound, Zhao Xian abruptly stood up, tucked the short dagger under the wooden pillow into his waistband, pushed open the door, and went out.

At this moment, Zhao Yi was already in the courtyard.

"Dad~"

Zhao Xian let out a low exclamation and strode away.

"The pavilion caught fire; it was likely the work of thieves!"

"The laws of Qian (Heaven) stipulate that if a pavilion or inn suffers a mishap and the pavilion head is absent from the inn without cause, he shall be executed on the spot!"

"Now that it's New Year's Day, all officials, high and low, are on holiday for three days. Lord Ting returned to the county yesterday, and the thieves have certainly picked a good opportunity!"

Zhao Yi smiled coldly and said in a low voice.

"Then, Father, we..."

Zhao Xian was immediately alarmed. If Chen Yuancheng was punished for this and lost his position as village foreman, wouldn't his own position as assistant clerk also be in jeopardy?

"You stay home and guard the house; my elder brother and I will go to the rescue!"

Before Zhao Xian could refute, Zhao Yi immediately grabbed his spear, picked up his wooden bucket, pushed open the courtyard gate, and hurried away.

"Brother~"

A soft gasp came from behind him. Zhao Xian turned around and saw his mother, his second brother, and his younger sister standing at the door, looking at him with fear on their faces.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Xian felt a pang of pain in his heart and immediately returned inside.

When he came out again, he was carrying a bow and arrows on his back and standing in front of his family.

The sounds of people and dogs filled the night.

With bow and arrow in hand, he stayed up all night.

......

As dawn breaks, roosters crow.

Zhao Yi returned, exhausted, his face covered in cigarette ash and his clothes splattered with mud.

Seeing that he was unharmed, the whole family breathed a sigh of relief.

The younger sister boils water, Zhao Hong washes rice, Zhao Xian carries buckets to fetch water, and the mother helps the father change his clothes.

After eating the hot porridge, Zhao Yi's face regained some color.

"Father, what do you think of the pavilion?"

Zhao Xian asked in a low voice from the side.

"Three side rooms were burned down, but there were no casualties!"

Zhao Yi answered without hesitation, then looked at Zhao Xian and gave a wry smile: "There were four arsonists, three escaped, and one was caught!"

"Unfortunately, we weren't able to capture them all!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian immediately sighed.

"Ugh!"

Zhao Yi sighed deeply and said helplessly, "What's the point of catching them? It would be best if we didn't catch a single one!"

"Um?"

Zhao Xian was slightly taken aback, and his mother, second brother, and younger sister also looked puzzled.

"Father, what do you mean by that?"

Seeing that Zhao Xian and the others were puzzled, Zhao Yi immediately recounted the events of the previous night in detail.

It turned out that when Zhao Yi and the others arrived at the pavilion last night, several figures had already almost disappeared on the official road.

At this moment, the fire grew fiercer and fiercer. The crowd, no longer concerned with chasing the thieves, rushed to fetch water and extinguish the fire.

After a hard night's work, the fire was finally extinguished. As everyone was about to go home, one of them discovered a thief fast asleep in a ditch beside the official road.

The group brought the thief back to the pavilion. Seeing that he was covered in alcohol, they poured cold water on him to wake him up. After some questioning, they learned that the four people who set fire to the house the night before were all guests of the Zhu family in Shahe Township!

Shahe Township is located north of Wohu Township and is adjacent to Wohu Township. The Zhu family is a major surname in Shahe Township.

Zhu Ran, the former head of Wohu Township, came from this Zhu family!

At this point, Zhao Xian also realized what was happening, and his expression became somewhat serious.

"Father, are you saying that Zhu Ran orchestrated yesterday's fire?"

"It's not impossible!"

Zhao Yi replied in a deep voice.

"This matter is of great importance and must be reported to Lord Ting as soon as possible; it is beyond the reach of us commoners!"

Zhao Xian pondered for a few moments, then spoke solemnly.

"Last night, a fire broke out in the pavilion. Liu Zhuo from Wenmao Village and Wang Jia from Dawang Village also went to put out the fire. They were also present when the thief was interrogated."

"These two people share the same thought."

Zhao Yi nodded slightly, looking at Zhao Xian with considerable satisfaction.

"Liu Zhuo and Wang Jia, one was the head of a village pavilion and the other was a thief-hunting official in the village pavilion, both of whom were officials in charge of food and drink."

"These two men are knowledgeable, experienced, and prudent; their words are indeed a sound strategy."

After analyzing the situation, Zhao Xian asked in a low voice, "Father, why didn't you secretly let that person go?"

"That man, arrogant and overconfident, spoke recklessly to us. If we let him go, Tingjun's path to advancement will be completely cut off!"

Zhao Yi said helplessly.

"Now, we have decided for the time being that Liu Zhuo and Wang Jia will ride to the county town to report this matter to Lord Ting!"

"The rest of you will remain at the pavilion to guard against the Zhu family sending men to besiege it again and rescue this scoundrel!"

"Brother, Liu Zhuo has specifically requested that you go to the pavilion and guard it."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian immediately nodded in agreement.