A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

The three classes that Su Bai could lead were naturally chosen by him.

Although they cannot arbitrarily change the students in each class, they have the right to decide which three classes to take away.

The afternoon sunlight and shadows slanted across half of the blue brick floor under the eaves. Su Bai stood with his arms crossed in the shadows, already having made up his mind.

"I'll definitely be leading Brother Sun's class," he muttered to himself, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the hilt of his knife at his waist. "As for the others..."

He touched his chin, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

In fact, he really wanted to bring Chen Dongquan under his command, but Chief Chen probably wouldn't let him go.

Apart from that, it's difficult to find a particularly suitable candidate at the moment.

Before long, Officer Li and Officer Wang strolled over one after the other, both with smiles on their faces, and began to exchange pleasantries with Su Bai.

Su Bai is now highly valued by his superiors. The two of them may not have much intention to curry favor, but it would always be beneficial to cultivate a good relationship.

Li Cha Tou was particularly thoughtful; before leaving, he even had someone deliver a long, flat wooden box with a smooth surface that subtly revealed the lacquer sheen.

Su Bai took it and ran his fingertip across the lid of the box—he understood that this was an apology for the previous unpleasantness.

He naturally accepted it with a smile.

Ultimately, Li Chatou was merely going along with the flow; he wasn't the mastermind.

The most important thing right now is to deal with Officer Chen; this little grudge with Officer Li can be laughed off.

After the two constables left, many more officers approached, some clasping their hands in congratulations, others whispering their loyalty.

Unlike when he was promoted to a formal official position last time, this time everyone's expressions were more genuine and warm, and some even secretly slipped prepared gifts into Su Bai's hands.

On this day, Su Bai truly tasted the flavor of power—a kind of intoxicating feeling of being surrounded and admired, like a warm current flowing through his limbs and bones.

He didn't patrol the streets all day; instead, he stayed in the yamen to clarify personnel matters and select his team.

He was busy until the sun was setting before he finally left.

He then stopped by a money exchange and a blacksmith's shop, exchanged five taels of gold, and weighed out a pound of refined iron before hurrying home.

Stepping into the courtyard and closing the door, Su Bai took a deep breath, suppressed his eagerness, and placed the object in his arms on the table.

He focused his mind inward, and there, deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the golden sky-like structure floated quietly, its left side suspended in mid-air.

"Sacrifice".

He silently chanted in his heart, and the gold and refined iron under his palm suddenly emitted a hazy white light, like smoke and mist, which dissipated in an instant.

The balance within the sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly, and the right pan slowly rose until it finally leveled with the left pan.

Suddenly everything went black, and only the unique golden light of the sacrifice bloomed in my consciousness. Then countless scripture diagrams surged in, and streams of heat rose from my limbs and bones at the same time, like small snakes wriggling or spring water breaking through ice.

The muscles were unconsciously tense, the bones cracked softly, and a subtle resilience seemed to emerge beneath the skin—

Golden Bell Cover, beginner level!

Su Bai opened his eyes, a golden glint flashing in his pupils before quickly disappearing.

He eagerly plunged back into his sea of ​​consciousness, looking at the next requirement that appeared above the scales:

[Golden Bell Cover - Beginner Level → Minor Success]

Offerings: Twenty taels of gold, ten catties of refined iron

Without hesitation, Su Bai turned around and pushed the door open again, his figure disappearing into the deepening night.

When he returned, he was carrying a heavy package.

Unfold the scroll, revealing a gleaming gold surface and a dark, rich iron surface, their surfaces reflecting a cold, hard luster under the candlelight.

"Again!"

He gave a low shout and placed his hands over the offerings.

The white light rose again, even brighter than before, and instantly engulfed the metal.

The scales spun again, scattering golden light.

More and more profound insights into the cultivation techniques flowed into his soul, and a surge of heat coursed through his body, like waves crashing against the shore, repeating endlessly.

The skin, flesh, muscles, and bones quietly transform with each wash, faintly revealing a very light copper color that disappears beneath the skin in the blink of an eye.

Golden Bell Cover Technique, Minor Success!

At this moment, he had run out of money.

The Golden Bell Cover is a supreme martial art that combines internal and external cultivation. It is primarily used to defend against external enemies and also generates counterattacks. Legend has it that it consists of twelve levels.

Although the manual Su Bai obtained only contained the first six levels, if one cultivates to the sixth level, it will be enough to advance to the sixth realm of martial arts, the "Divine Power Realm". At that time, the strength of the defense will be so great that it can even withstand the true qi realm experts.

Now that he has reached the minor success level through sacrifice, his future cultivation will surely be twice as effective.

Moreover, he already possessed the foundation of the second realm of martial arts.

The first two trials of the Golden Bell Cover were a natural progression for him.

"At this rate, I should be able to break through the second level in ten days at most." Su Bai clenched his fist, feeling the abundant power within his body. "At that time, blunt force attacks of the same level will be at least halved in power, and my internal organs will also be protected. Even against a veteran like Chen Chatou, who has been immersed in the second level for many years, I will have a great chance of winning."

"The other three techniques should not be neglected either; they must be advanced simultaneously."

Su Bai felt a surge of pride in his heart, and immediately went to the courtyard, got into a fighting stance, and began to practice each move seriously.

As the moon rose, its gentle light bathed the ground. The young man's figure moved nimbly in the narrow courtyard, the sound of his fists and feet cutting through the air startling the birds roosting under the eaves, which then flapped their wings and disappeared into the depths of the night.

......

The next morning, as dawn broke, Su Bai arrived at the Zhenfu Division.

The courtyard walls, still damp from the night dew, were surrounded by a few servants sweeping the yard. They stopped what they were doing when they saw him and respectfully called him "Boss Su".

Today, Chief Constable Li was presiding over the morning meeting. The constables lined up in the courtyard, and Chief Constable Li stood on the stone steps at the front. His gaze swept over the crowd and then landed on Su Bai. A smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hand and beckoned, "Su Bai, you come up here too."

Su Bai was slightly taken aback, then steadily stepped out of the ranks and walked onto the high platform amidst a chorus of suppressed gasps and intertwined gazes, standing shoulder to shoulder with Li Chatou.

A subtle commotion immediately arose in the audience. The unsuspecting constables stared dumbfounded at the young figure on the stage; those who had already heard about him looked on with even more burning eyes, as if they wanted to burn holes through him.

The meeting proceeded as usual, but many people's minds were no longer on the usual admonitions. They couldn't help but glance to the right side of the platform—there, Su Bai stood tall and calm, accepting all the prying eyes with equanimity.

After the meeting, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Sun Hou, Lao Wang, Li the constable, and Zheng Shijie did not leave. Behind them, more than ten constables gathered in a small circle under the locust tree in the corner of the courtyard, obviously waiting for someone.

Seeing Su Bai descend the stone steps, Sun Hou's eyes lit up, and he straightened his back first.

Immediately afterwards, more than ten people clasped their hands in unison and shouted, "Boss Su!"

The loud and clear voices drew the attention of colleagues who were still standing some distance away.

Everyone could see that Su Bai had truly risen to prominence. These dozen or so people before him would become his most direct subordinates, their futures hanging in the balance. Therefore, no one cared whether he was too young, nor did anyone question his abilities—his meteoric rise spoke for itself.

Su Bai stopped, his gaze slowly sweeping over each face, whether familiar or unfamiliar, clearly seeing the expectation and eagerness in everyone's eyes.