The divine manifestations began at the Gongwei Division.

Once upon a time, there was a little beggar.

Before Zhou Heng could agree, Shen Chong began to speak on his own.

"He didn't know who his parents were from a young age, and he begged on the streets from the time he could remember."

He endured countless humiliations in order to survive.

Until one day, a constable took him in.

The little beggar was extremely grateful and regarded the constable as his father.

"He was not afraid of hardship or fatigue, and he worked desperately to help that constable."

The constable treated him very well, not only teaching him swordsmanship but also helping him get a job as a constable.

Later, the constable killed a demon and was promoted for his merit, and went to the capital.

The little beggar thought that once his master had established himself, he would be transferred to the capital.

He's Master's most capable assistant.

Shen Chong poured himself another glass of wine, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then slammed the glass down.

One year, two years...

The little beggar never received the transfer order.

He thought he wasn't strong enough, so he practiced his swordsmanship relentlessly.

Later, he broke through to the ninth-rank warrior realm.

He excitedly wrote to his master, asking him to lend him a hand.

The result was simply rejection.

He was dissatisfied and unwilling to accept it.

He thought it was because his contribution was insufficient.

So he worked tirelessly to solve cases, and eventually, he became the head constable of a county.

But his master still refused to help him take it any further.

It wasn't until later that the little beggar learned that his master had given the opportunity to his own son.

"But why should we?"

Shen Chong's expression turned somewhat ferocious, and he roared with bloodshot eyes.

"He was a little beggar, and I helped him go from being a constable to a head constable."

It was a little beggar who risked his life to save him several times.

In what way is the little beggar inferior to his son?

Why does his son have everything from birth?

And is a little beggar only fit to live in a small county town, wagging his tail and begging for mercy?

Click.

Shen Chong crushed the wine glass, the shards piercing his palm and drawing blood.

Zhou Heng sighed and looked at Shen Chong with some sympathy.

"You ask why?"

Zhou Heng said slowly.

"Let me tell you why."

"He won't let you into the capital because once you enter the capital, it's like entering a deep sea."

He won't help you get into the Imperial Guard because he knows that the Imperial Guard is a dangerous place where you could die at any moment.

What you perceive as having everything from birth is actually a life of constant fear, your mother's death from terror, and your father's uncertainty about whether he'll ever return from his travels.

Zhou Heng's voice was low, and a trace of sadness flashed deep in his eyes.

His father was seriously injured in a battle with demons, and after a long period of treatment, he eventually died.

He died before he was fifty years old.

That's the golden age for martial artists!

People only see the power and prestige of the Imperial Guard, but who can see the casualties they suffer?

"He just wants you to live a peaceful and safe life!"

Zhou Heng shouted.

Splash!

He overturned the table and kicked it.

boom!

Shen Chong crossed his arms to block, but was still kicked backward by the overwhelming force.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Shen Chong slammed his back against the wall, knelt on one knee, and roared, "In the end, he still left all the resources to you and wouldn't give any to me!"

Otherwise, how could you have such strength at such a young age?

"Isn't it because you've been consuming rare and precious medicinal herbs since you were a child!"

"Stubborn to the end!"

Zhou Heng drew his long sword, stepped forward, and slashed with it.

block!

Shen Chong also grabbed his longsword and raised his hand to block.

With a crisp clang of metal striking metal, Shen Chong's sword snapped in two.

He crashed through the back window and fell into the yard, with a wound on his chest, the blood instantly staining his clothes red.

The intense pain made Shen Chong's expression even more ferocious.

"If I were you, my cultivation level would definitely be higher than yours!"

Seeing Zhou Heng walking out of the house, Shen Chong shouted.

But you can't kill me!

Zhou Heng, you can't kill me!

That old man can protect someone and get them into the Imperial Guard. If you die, I, as his only apprentice, can smoothly join the Imperial Guard!

He reached into the flower bushes and pulled out a strong bow.

Clang!

Shen Chong drew his bow and shot an arrow, but instead of aiming at Zhou Heng, he aimed at the side room next to him.

After a muffled thud, the window of the side room was smashed open by an arrow, revealing two figures bound hand and foot inside.

Zhou Heng recognized one of them; he was the county magistrate of Ningyang County.

Although Zhou Heng had never met the other person before, he could tell from the clothes he was wearing that the other person was Han Jun, the magistrate of Ningyang County.

The two men were tied to chairs, their mouths stuffed with rags, and their faces were filled with terror.

"Zhou Heng, I told you, you can't kill me!"

Shen Chong burst into laughter.

He drew his longbow and aimed at Magistrate Han Jun.

"If you dare take another step forward, I will shoot him dead immediately!"

I know you're fast, but even if you are, can you outrun my bow?

Shen Chong grinned maliciously, "Han Jun is the magistrate of Ningyang County. If he dies in front of you, you, as a reserve member of the Imperial Guard, will be held responsible!"

"You've witnessed my archery skills; you know I'll never miss at this distance!"

He was the one who ambushed Zhou Heng with a bow and arrow in the blacksmith shop that day.

Although Zhou Heng disdained Shen Chong's character, he had to admit that Shen Chong was very strong.

It was stronger than any of the monsters he had encountered before.

"Put down your knife!"

Shen Chong shouted, his eyes flashing with intense jealousy.

Such a fine knife must have been left to him by the old man!

Zhou Heng stared at Shen Chong expressionlessly. Instead of putting down the Dragon Sparrow Blade, he raised his arm, the tip of the blade pointing directly at Shen Chong.

"Him? What's it to me?"

Zhou Heng said.

Before he finished speaking, he had already lunged forward.

"Then all of you, die!"

Shen Chong roared madly.

hum!

An arrow flew straight toward Magistrate Han Jun.

With almost no time to spare, Shen Chong had already picked up another arrow, drew his bow, and fired it at Zhou Heng in one swift motion.

have to say.

Shen Chong's archery skills and reflexes are top-notch.

But he still underestimated Zhou Heng's speed.

He had just loosened his grip when Zhou Heng was already in front of him.

Zhou Heng dodged the arrow with a flick of his head, and the Dragon Sparrow Blade transformed into a bolt of lightning, striking the longbow.

A snap.

The sturdy longbow was as fragile as paper under the blade, torn apart in an instant.

Shen Chong's expression changed drastically. He kicked his feet hard and dodged backward at an angle.

Two figures passed each other.

Zhou Heng was originally in front of Shen Chong, but the next moment he was behind him.

Shen Chong's body was still flying diagonally upwards and backwards.

A spurt of blood gushed from his chest.

Shen Chong looked down with difficulty.

He saw that the knife wound on his chest had already opened his abdomen, and he could see his own heart.

So this is what a heart looks like.

"Clang."

With a crisp sound of the sword being sheathed, Shen Chong landed with a thud, twitched twice, and then fell still.

The blood quickly soaked into the ground, turning it red.

Zhou Heng stepped over Shen Chong's corpse and walked straight to the window of the side room.

The chair that Magistrate Han Jun was sitting on was overturned and a feathered arrow was embedded in the wall behind him.

If the chair hadn't tipped over, his head would have been shot through.

"Master Zhou."

Lu Zian poked his head out of the window and chuckled.

"Luckily, I followed out of curiosity, otherwise our magistrate would have lost his head."

Zhou Heng remained expressionless.

Within the field of vision, the red countdown was still ticking away steadily, not yet reset.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Magistrate Han Jun was shrouded in a thick black mist, a shocking sight.

Zhou Heng felt waves surging within his body, his blood and qi boiling.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade was drawn inch by inch, carrying the immense power of a ninth-rank warrior, and suddenly slashed towards Magistrate Han Jun.