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

not to mention……

Wei Donglai tapped his knuckles lightly on the armrest of the armchair.

During his investigation these past few days, when he set his sights on Su Bai,

Because it involved a messenger, he went to the General Garrison Command first.

He told Wei Zhiyao everything about his suspicions about Su Bai.

After listening, Wei Zhiyao remained silent for a long time.

Then Wei Zhiyao spoke.

He only said one sentence:

"It absolutely couldn't be Su Cha Tou."

Wei Donglai did not ask why.

But things still need to be done.

Now, the only option is to rule out Su Bai as a suspect.

Wei Donglai walked through the alley where the incident occurred seventeen times from beginning to end.

He squatted down to examine every bluestone slab and reached into every crack in the wall to touch it with his fingers.

He knocked on doors from house to house, sat in people's main rooms, and asked them about what happened that night over and over again.

No one said anything.

Some people shook their heads. Some people waved their hands.

Someone had their head down, their eyes fixed on their toes, and their hands rubbing back and forth on their thighs.

"I didn't hear it."

"I didn't see it."

"She's fast asleep."

......

The next few days.

Wei Donglai worked day and night.

He went through all the case files from the past twenty years of Chen Cha Tou's tenure, and re-examined every old case.

He searched for all of Chen Cha Tou's old acquaintances, former officials, enemies, and creditors, even dragging out a creditor from the countryside who had lost two strings of cash to him at the casino thirty years ago.

He asked questions.

recording.

Comparison.

exclude.

Got nothing.

Chen Cha Tou's enemies, those who were old are old, those who were dead are dead, and those who were moved away have long since moved to places where no one can find them.

The remaining individuals each have their own irrefutable alibis.

He also followed the storyline of the Rotation Cult.

However, it was also confirmed that there were no other traces of the Reincarnation Cult's sorcerers that night.

As the time goes,

Half a month has passed since the investigation into the death of Officer Chen began.

Wei Donglai could only take a report full of speculation back to report.

This allowed Su Bai to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Cha Tou's original ten or so squads of constables were all reassigned to Su Bai and the other two.

This is actually a good thing.

Besides.

That is, the Fierce Tiger Gang was wiped out.

Su Bai received three thousand taels of silver.

He originally planned to advance the Golden Bell Shield to its highest level in one go, but he didn't expect that the number of offerings required for the highest level Golden Bell Shield would increase exponentially.

[Golden Bell Cover - Lesser Mastery → Greater Mastery]

Offerings: 100 taels of gold, 1 tael of gold essence

Gold is fine, but it's just a thousand taels of silver.

But Su Bai had never even heard of "golden essence".

After making inquiries, he learned that although this thing had the word "gold" in its name, it had nothing to do with gold.

Rather, it is the essence of iron, a rare and precious natural treasure.

No one has ever actually seen it; it has only appeared occasionally in word of mouth.

Left with no other choice, Su Bai had to use all the silver he had to buy other offerings.

Now, the Meridian Penetrating Bone Needle technique is complete, the Blazing Flame Force technique is complete, and the Mountain-Suppressing Saber technique is complete.

His cultivation speed has been greatly enhanced.

It rose rapidly, like a prodigy.

In just half a month, Su Bai had broken through the third realm of martial arts, the Yi Jin Jing, and was rapidly advancing towards the fourth realm, the Zhuang realm.

......

Su Bai's official residence was small and simply furnished.

A slightly worn black lacquered desk was placed in the center, with some wear on the corners, revealing light-colored wood shavings underneath.

On the table were a pen and ink, several volumes of documents, and a teacup.

"Su Cha Tou, we're here."

Footsteps approached from afar, with Sun Hou leading the way, followed by Zheng Shijie and Lao Wang. The three of them stepped across the threshold, one in front and two behind.

Sun Hou wore his usual smile, Zheng Shijie seemed excited, while Old Wang was more composed, and he even closed the half-closed door tightly as he entered.

Su Bai sat on the large chair behind the desk, his back leaning back in a relaxed posture. When he saw the three people enter, a faint smile appeared on his face. His eyes were gentle, but he also had more of the composure of a person in a superior position than before.

He raised his hand and gestured vaguely: "Sit down when you're here, don't be shy."

"Yes, Officer Su."

The three men were already familiar with Su Bai, and being quick-witted, they knew that although Su Bai was now a taxi driver, he was still the colleague who used to patrol the streets and drink with them, so they were not very reserved.

Sun Hou plopped down on the bench by the window, Zheng Shijie sat down next to him, and Old Wang dragged over another square bench from the wall to sit a little closer to the desk.

Su Bai didn't rush to speak. He picked up his teacup, took a sip of cool tea to moisten his throat, and slowly swept his gaze across the three faces, as if he was carefully considering his words.

Seeing his serious demeanor, unlike his usual casual way of giving orders, the three of them couldn't help but straighten their expressions.

"I've called you three here today to discuss something," Su Bai said, setting down his teacup, the bottom tapping softly on the table. He looked at the three men and slowly began, "Would you like to become official constables?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of Sun Quan, Hou Yi, and the other two almost simultaneously fell.

It was a complex expression, a mixture of longing and self-awareness.

Sun Hou licked his lips and spoke first, his voice tinged with a bitter smile: "Chief Su, we want to, of course we want to. But..." He paused, then gave a self-deprecating smirk, "What's the use of wanting to?"

He was telling the absolute truth.

All three of them knew exactly what was going on.

Sun Hou was the most talented in martial arts among the three. He had even given Su Bai some basic pointers on martial arts before Su Bai rose to prominence, but that little bit of talent was not enough to be considered in the government office.

He has barely reached the threshold of martial arts training, but who knows how many years it will take to truly enter the realm of skin refining? Perhaps three to five years, or perhaps he will never even touch that thin layer of paper.

Old Wang does possess some real skills; he was a formidable figure in his youth, capable of taking on three or five strong men without them being able to get close. But now that he's old and his vitality has waned, he's destined to never cross that threshold in his lifetime.

As for Zheng Shijie... he's just coasting along, although he seems to have a future now that he's with Su Bai.

So he practiced diligently, but he started too late and had a weak foundation. He didn't know when he would achieve any results.

The three of them are all different, but they all seem to be looking at a mountain only to find it too far to reach their goal.

Su Bai looked at their crestfallen faces and didn't rush to reply.

He let the silence linger in the room for a few moments before speaking again, his voice carrying a faint smile:

"It's indeed a bit difficult for all three of them to become official servants at the same time." He paused, his gaze falling on Sun Hou's face. "However, for now, it's still possible for one of them to become a servant."

Sun Hou's eyelids twitched, and he unconsciously held his breath.

"I plan to have you start as a formal servant." Su Bai looked at Sun Hou, his smile deepening.

"Really?!" Sun Hou jumped up from the bench, his knee slamming against the edge with a loud thud, but he seemed oblivious to the pain. He was like a firecracker that had been lit, his eyes wide open, his voice cracking.

"Officer Su, I... I can be a formal constable?!"

He stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do with his hands, rubbing them together repeatedly. His expression shifted rapidly—astonishment, ecstasy, disbelief, and a hint of apprehension, as if he had misheard.