The divine manifestations began at the Gongwei Division.

"Lord Zhou, this is really not my fault. I only saw a pair of feet."

Lu Zian followed closely behind Zhou Heng, his face contorted with misery, and said, "Who can recognize someone just by their feet?"

Just now.

Zhou Heng summoned all the constables in the county government office and, under some pretext, asked Lü Zian to identify them one by one.

Just in case, Zhou Heng kept an eye on the danger countdown, lest someone act desperately.

As a result, Lü Zi'an failed to recognize the person, and the danger countdown did not start.

"Lord Zhou, besides the constables, there are other people in the county office. Shall we try again?"

Lü Zian said.

Do you think I can command the county magistrate, or order the county lieutenant around?

Zhou Heng said irritably.

Aside from the constables, he couldn't command anyone else; without evidence, he couldn't even investigate those people.

He stepped into a blacksmith's shop.

Niu Jingui had already come out to greet them, holding a scabbard in his hands.

The scabbard was made from the skin of a snake demon, inlaid with gold trim, and looked simple and elegant.

Zhou Heng took it, inserted the Dragon Sparrow Blade into it, and tried it several times until the size was just right.

"The craftsmanship is excellent."

Zhou Heng nodded in satisfaction.

A middle-aged man with an honest-looking face wiped his hands and smiled.

"As long as the adults are satisfied."

The middle-aged man said.

"Sir, this is my uncle, Ma Qichang."

Niu Jingui interjected.

Zhou Heng nodded, and then began to speak.

suddenly.

A red light flashed before his eyes, and he seemed to hear a sharp alarm.

The danger countdown jumped suddenly.

【00:30:00】

No sooner said than done.

Without hesitation, Zhou Heng took a step to the side and, using his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), instantly moved several steps away.

Swish!

Just then.

An arrow shot in from outside, almost grazing Zhou Heng's body.

If Zhou Heng had been even a fraction slower, that arrow would have struck him.

Zhou Heng moved swiftly, taking a few steps out of the blacksmith's shop. He swung his Dragon Sparrow Blade, cleaving an oncoming arrow in two.

A masked figure flashed and disappeared on the roof beam across the street.

Zhou Heng stood on the street, holding a knife.

The pedestrians on the street were terrified by this scene and scattered in all directions, creating chaos.

Niu Jingui rushed out of the blacksmith shop in a panic, carrying a knife, and stood next to Zhou Heng, nervously looking around.

Lu Zian poked his head out of the blacksmith's shop, his eyes darting around.

Zhou Heng stared in the direction where the assassin had disappeared. After a long while, he slowly sheathed his sword.

The countdown in front of me jumped a few times, then returned to zero.

The assassin missed his target and fled, the crisis averted.

Amidst the chaotic interplay of light and shadow, the settlement screen appeared.

You narrowly escaped a crisis and were rewarded with ten years of cultivation.

Along with this line of small print, a new piece of information appeared in Zhou Heng's mind.

These ten years of cultivation did not directly affect him, but rather could be added to his cultivation.

Ten years of cultivation experience means ten years of practice, which he can add to a certain skill or technique.

Perhaps because this crisis wasn't big enough, the rewards seem slightly less than before.

However, ten years of cultivation is quite flexible; he can choose what to use it for.

For example, his Bloodbath Blade Technique is only at the beginner level.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Heng did not rush to spend his ten years of cultivation on the Blood Battle Blade Technique.

The Bloodbath Saber Technique and the Broken Gate Saber Technique are similar in style, so having only one Broken Gate Saber Technique is enough.

Good things should be used wisely.

Zhou Heng returned to the blacksmith's shop, where Ma Qichang was examining a broken arrow repeatedly.

"What did Boss Ma figure out?"

Zhou Heng asked.

"That arrow was hit extremely well."

Ma Qichang said solemnly, "From a craftsmanship perspective, these are arrows used in the military."

"Sure?"

"That's for sure, we're blacksmiths, that's something you can tell."

Ma Qichang said.

Armaments? This is getting more and more interesting.

"Boss Ma, do you know where I can buy these arrows besides from the army?"

Zhou Heng asked.

"this--"

Ma Qichang hesitated, looking conflicted.

"I know! I know!"

Lu Zian raised his hand and brought it close to Zhou Heng's eyes.

"Lord Zhou, I know where I can buy military equipment!"

"lead the way."

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"This is it."

Lu Zian led Zhou Heng to the outside of a coffin shop and spoke furtively.

"here?"

Zhou Heng glanced at the danger countdown.

The danger countdown has not started; there is no danger at the moment.

"The bosses here, like me, are forced to sell contraband sometimes because they need to make a living."

Lu Zian whispered, "I've worked with him a few times, and I once saw him dealing in military equipment."

Zhou Heng's eyelids twitched twice. "You're already dealing in arms, and you're telling me it's because you're forced to do it to make a living?"

However, a coffin shop is a good place to cover one's tracks.

Most people would avoid a coffin shop because it's considered unlucky.

Moreover, using coffins to transport contraband is convenient; once it's placed inside, few people will open it for inspection.

After a moment's hesitation, Zhou Heng stepped inside.

The coffin shop was dimly lit, and several workers were dozing on benches.

Behind the counter stood a gray-haired man, licking a calligraphy brush with his tongue, seemingly doing some accounting.

Hearing someone enter, the shopkeeper looked up.

"What do you need, sir? Our shop has the finest willow coffins, crafted from thirty-year-old willow trees—"

The shopkeeper forced a smile and spoke.

"Don't sleep, everyone! Go and greet the guests!"

As he spoke, he kicked all the men up.

Zhou Heng glanced around and saw that only Niu Jingui was with him, while Lü Zian was hiding outside and had not come in.

Zhou Heng didn't mind and got straight to the point.

"I heard you sell military arrows here?"

The shopkeeper's pupils contracted as he realized that one of the two people who had arrived was a constable.

He subtly winked at his men.

The men moved silently, surrounding Zhou Heng and his companion.

"I'm asking you a question, why aren't you answering!"

Niu Jingui shouted, "If you won't talk here, then come back to the yamen with us!"

"Sir, I sell coffins here."

The shopkeeper said with a forced smile, "If you two want coffins, I'll give you two for free."

But I don't have any of those other things here.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

Niu Jingui stepped forward and grabbed the shopkeeper across the counter.

The shopkeeper gave a disdainful sneer and pressed down on Niu Jingui's hands, pinning them to the counter.

Niu Jingui's forehead veins were bulging, and he couldn't move an inch no matter how hard he tried.

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, do you think government officials can bully innocent people?"

The shopkeeper said loudly.

"Let him go."

Zhou Heng said calmly, a hint of disappointment flashing deep in his eyes.

The danger countdown has not started.

Could it be that these lowly underlings aren't qualified?

The path of farming rewards is not viable; if the opponents are too weak, the system will determine that there is no danger.

"Do you even know where you are? How dare two lowly constables cause trouble here!"

The shopkeeper sneered, "I lack everything here, except coffins."

If I beat you both to death and put you in a coffin, who would know where you died?

"Consider the coffins for you a free gift from me, you're welcome!"

He gave a wink, and the men rolled up their sleeves and pounced on Zhou Heng.

These guys are all young and strong, and they've developed great muscles from carrying heavy loads all the time.

This lunge was quite impressive.

Even ordinary constables who have practiced a few sword techniques are probably no match for them.

Swish.

The men only felt a blur before their eyes.

Zhou Heng, who had been standing right in front of them, suddenly vanished. Unable to stop their momentum, they collided with each other.

Screams erupted as several men rolled and fell to the ground like gourds.

The shopkeeper's expression changed, and just as he was about to back away, a chilling longsword was already at his neck.

The cold blade sent shivers down his spine.

"I don't like repeating myself."

Zhou Heng's icy voice echoed in the coffin shop, "Let go, answer."