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

Su Bai nodded, his voice hoarse, as if his throat had been rubbed with sandpaper: "Yes."

"An Wuyu?" Li Chatou asked again, seemingly unable to believe it, his brows furrowed tightly, the wrinkles on his forehead forming deep furrows.

"An Wuyu," Su Bai confirmed, his tone flat and without a trace of emotion.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

The torches crackled, the sound of burning pine resin was clearly audible, and the flames flickered in the night wind, illuminating every shocked face.

The constables looked at each other, their eyes meeting, and they all saw disbelief and deep shock in each other's eyes.

Who is An Wuyu?

That's a traitor of the Diancang Sect, a master of the True Qi Realm. Even if he's seriously injured, he's not someone an ordinary person can deal with. He's a killing god who can take a life in an instant.

Although Su Bai holds a high position and wields great power, in reality, he is just a newcomer who has only been in the Zhenfu Division for a short time. A few months ago, he was merely a temporary servant, which means that he hasn't been practicing martial arts for very long.

Furthermore, Su Bai's own performance only indicates that he is at the second level of martial arts, the flesh-refining stage!

How is that possible?

Li Chatou strode forward, his boots making a soft thud as they stepped on the edge of the pool of blood.

He crouched down, knees on the ground, and carefully examined the corpse. He looked at the wounds on the body, his fingers parting the torn clothing to reveal knife marks where flesh had rolled back, and then looked at the rolled-out head, its eyes already covered with a layer of gray, the pupils unfocused.

He reached up and touched the edge of his wound, his expression growing increasingly serious, his brow furrowing deeper, and fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. After a long while, he took a deep breath, slowly stood up, his knees making a soft clicking sound.

He turned to look at Su Bai, his gaze extremely complex, containing shock, admiration, and a hint of indescribable awe.

"Lord Su, did you really kill him all by yourself?" Officer Li asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty, the last syllable rising slightly.

"Yes." Su Bai replied with the same word, simple and firm.

Li Chatou remained silent for a moment, his lips pressed tightly together, then suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter. The laughter echoed through the narrow alley, startling the birds roosting on the distant eaves.

"Congratulations, Lord Su! With Lord Su here, who will dare to look down on our Southern Garrison Command? An Wuyu fled from the prefectural capital, killing three constables and injuring seven along the way, but he never expected to fall into Lord Su's hands in the end! It seems that Lord Su can easily obtain the position of General Garrison Commander."

Li Cha Tou was truly sincere, his smile genuine and warm, with deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

He always thought Su Bai was just a lucky guy who was chosen by someone above and had some ability; he was just lucky to have climbed up the social ladder.

But now he realized that Su Bai was completely out of place with them, and even with this county.

This person has an indescribable aura, like a knife hidden in its sheath, usually unassuming, but revealing its sharpness when it is drawn.

The dragon will eventually enter the sea.

The constables around them then came to their senses and gathered around, exclaiming in amazement, their voices rising and falling, buzzing through the alley.

"Congratulations, Lord Su!"

"An Wuyu has died under Lord Su's blade; he'll probably be promoted again, right? Don't forget to mentor the underlings then!"

"Judging from the wounds, it seems that Lord Su was the one who did it! The wounds are deep and vicious, each cut potentially fatal! It's hard to believe! If this is true, it's terrifying. Lord Su is about to rise to great heights."

Su Bai shook his head and didn't say anything more.

He merely glanced at the crowd, his gaze calm and serene.

He glanced down at the corpse on the ground, then at his own blood-soaked body. The bloodstains on his clothes had dried and hardened, sticking uncomfortably to his skin.

There was not much joy in my heart, only a kind of exhaustion from surviving a disaster, as if all the strength in my body had been drained.

In that battle just now, if there had been even the slightest mistake, I could have been the one lying on the ground, or even my head rolling off the ground.

Li Cha Tou noticed his exhaustion; his face was deathly pale in the firelight, his eyes were sunken, and his lips were chapped.

He waved his hand: "Men, collect the body and take it back to report. Lord Su, you can go back and rest now. Don't worry, I'll report to Chief Constable Xing immediately, and I won't miss a single word."

Several constables stepped forward and put An Wuyu's head and body into sacks, with the head in one sack and the body in another.

The sack was quickly soaked with blood, leaving dark stains. They carried it out of the alley, their steps heavy, the soles of their boots clattering on the flagstones. The others gradually dispersed, the torchlight fading into the distance, and the alley fell into darkness once more.

Su Bai nodded, his movements slow and stiff.

He wasn't worried about anyone trying to take credit for his work. In Fenjiang County, no one had ever dared to touch his achievements.

Now that An Wuyu has been killed, everything else is a minor matter.

The next day, Fenjiang County was in an uproar.

At the early morning market, before the farmers selling vegetables had even set up their stalls, they heard people talking loudly. They stopped what they were doing, pricked up their ears, and noticed that the vegetables in their baskets were still covered in dew.

In the teahouse, early morning tea drinkers gathered together, whispering amongst themselves, their teacups still in their hands, steam rising gently. At the yamen gate, the people waiting to handle their business saw the constables hurrying in and out, their expressions hurried. They vaguely heard words like "An Wuyu," "killed," and "Zhenfu Division," so they leaned closer to hear more clearly.

Soon, the news spread like wildfire throughout the entire county, from the east street to the west street, from the south gate to the north gate, and everyone was talking about it.

"Have you heard? An Wuyu, that traitor of the Diancang Sect, died in our county last night!" A man selling sesame cakes said to a vegetable vendor next to him while kneading dough.

"Really? That guy is a True Qi Realm expert, who could kill him?" The vegetable vendor's eyes widened, and he even forgot to put down the scales in his hand.

"It was the men from the Zhenfu Division who killed him! I heard it was our Commander Su who single-handedly chopped off An Wuyu's head!" The man selling sesame cakes spoke with great enthusiasm, his hands even stopping their movements.

"Alone? Impossible! Even if An Wuyu is injured, he's not someone our county's people can handle!" The vegetable vendor shook his head repeatedly, looking incredulous.

"It's absolutely true! My cousin works in the Zhenfu Division, and he saw it with his own eyes last night! Lord Su was covered in blood, standing in the alley, and An Wuyu's body was lying on the ground, his head rolled in the corner of the wall, his eyes still open, staring like copper bells!" The pancake vendor slapped the cutting board, splattering flour everywhere.

"Wow, impressive, truly impressive..."