Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

To the east of the Qingzhou County Government Office, there is a large courtyard with three sections that has been empty for a long time.

But now it is brightly lit, and there are guards in black standing in front of the courtyard gate with their hands on their swords.

The compound was patrolled by small teams constantly, making it appear exceptionally secure.

Inside the main hall.

"Nephew Lu, after investigating for so many days, have you received any news?"

A tall, middle-aged man, seated at the head of the table and also dressed in the black uniform of a guard, but with silver patterns printed on his chest, spoke in a deep voice.

A man around forty years old, with a square face, will unconsciously exude a calm and composed air about him who has long held a high position.

Shen Zhongheng, the commander of the Xuanyi Guard of Dongchao Prefecture, is a post-natal powerhouse!

He was the person in charge of dealing with the Wusheng Sect this time.

Lu Qingshuang sat to the side, still dressed as before, with her long sword placed to her left. Upon hearing this, she said without changing her expression:

"Chen Lie has found out some things and is currently following up. We believe we will have news soon."

Her voice was calm, and her beautiful, aloof face was expressionless.

Clearly used to the other party's attitude, Shen Zhongheng didn't pay much attention, only frowning slightly as he asked:

"What did you find out?"

"There seems to be some unusual activity in Qingmang Mountain. Chen Lie suspects it may be related to the Wusheng Sect, and he has already led people to investigate this morning."

Lu Qingshuang replied.

"Yes, anything involving the Wusheng Sect is no small matter; we must handle it with utmost care." Shen Zhongheng tapped his fingers lightly on the table, pondered for a moment, glanced at Shen Qingshuang, and suddenly smiled slightly:

"However, I still want to congratulate you, Nephew Lu. The approval for your promotion to the rank of centurion has been issued. This time, you have made another great contribution by discovering the Wusheng Sect. You truly deserve to be the peerless genius of the Xuanyi Guard of our prefecture city."

"Commander Shen is too kind."

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Lu Qingshuang remained indifferent, as if she wasn't the one being praised.

"Haha, my dear nephew, you are too modest. I heard that Lord Lu went to the palace to meet the Emperor some time ago. I wonder how it went?"

This "Lord Lu" clearly does not refer to her, but rather to Lu Yuan, the current Marquis of Linchuan and Lu Qingshuang's biological father.

That old fox had been missing for days after arriving in Qingzhou City, but suddenly came tonight to inquire about the progress of the investigation. She thought he had changed his ways, but it turns out he was just here to gather information.

With a cold laugh in her heart, Lu Qingshuang raised her eyes and said:

"I have been working on a case in Qingzhou and am unaware of what is happening at home."

"It's alright, it's alright. Nephew Lu is just busy with official duties, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Shen Heng's voice came from outside the door.

"Sir, there is a jailer from the county government named Zhou Yan who requests an audience."

Lu Qingshuang frowned, and for some reason, the face of a thin boy suddenly appeared in her mind.

Zhou Yan, prison guard?

She walked to the door and pushed it open.

"Did they say what they came for?"

"This..." Shen Heng glanced at Shen Zhongheng standing behind Lu Qingshuang, and hesitated.

"explain."

"Yes, the other party did not state their purpose for coming, but they were carrying Chen Lie's sword, and they were also quite seriously injured."

Shen Heng's expression was not good. He and Chen Lie had been colleagues for many years and close friends who could talk about anything. Now, all that remained was the knife, and that person...

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingshuang was stunned for a moment, then said:

"Let him in."

"Yes." Shen Heng strode away.

Before long, Zhou Yan was led in by Shen Heng.

His clothes were torn, and although the wounds on his shoulders and back had been bandaged, they still bled from the rush he had taken.

He was still holding that single-edged sword in his hand.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhou Yan subconsciously lowered his head.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could still catch a glimpse of Lu Qing Shuang sitting in a chair with a middle-aged guard in black.

That middle-aged man in black robes must be the commander of the Black Robe Guard who came from the prefectural city a couple of days ago; I remember seeing him there.

Without hesitation, he immediately clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying:

"This humble servant, Zhou Yan, a jailer in the Qingzhou County government prison, pays his respects to all the esteemed officials."

Shen Zhongheng sat at the head of the table without speaking, his gaze sweeping over the young man before him, his heart utterly unmoved.

Ordinary and unremarkable—that was his first impression of the boy.

"Where is the owner of this knife?"

Lu Qingshuang asked expressionlessly.

"He's dead."

Zhou Yan lowered his head and answered truthfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze, and a bone-chilling cold wafted over from not far ahead, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Meanwhile, the black-clad guard named Shen Heng suddenly stiffened, his fists clenched so tightly they made a cracking sound.

"How did he die?"

As Zhou Yan spoke slowly and deliberately, he tried his best to keep his voice steady and recounted the general events.

Apart from some minor details, he even described the routes up and down the mountain.

It is undeniably detailed.

After Zhou Yan finished speaking, the room fell silent for a moment.

Sitting at the head of the table, Shen Zhongheng looked at the young man in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze and slowly said:

"Based on your description, that giant tiger must have been a demonic beast. How did you escape from its jaws? And how did you discover Chen Lie being chased while you were fleeing? Is it really that much of a coincidence?"

Zhou Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a steady voice:

"That giant tiger was enormous and had difficulty moving around in the mountains. I paid a price to escape." He then gently touched the wound on his shoulder and added:

"As for Lord Chen, I only heard that people were fighting at the time, and in my panic, I ran away without thinking, which is how I managed to save Lord Chen by chance."

Shen Zhongheng wanted to ask more questions.

"Where's the secret letter?"

Lu Qingshuang suddenly spoke up, interrupting the question.

Shen Zhongheng paused for a moment, then returned to normal and stopped speaking.

Zhou Yan took out the paper from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

Shen Heng took it from the side and stepped forward to hand it to Lu Qingshuang.

She opened the paper, saw no writing on the surface, and showed no surprise.

He casually took a small bottle from his waist, uncorked it, and dripped two drops of liquid from the bottle onto the paper.

The next moment, two words slowly appeared on the blank paper.

"Ren Dan!"

Lu Qingshuang's slender white fingers tightened, and her expression suddenly became serious.

Turning around, he handed the paper to Shen Zhongheng, who was picking up his teacup to take a sip of tea.

"Snapped!"

The moment he saw the words, the teacup was crushed on the spot.

"This is utterly lawless! These cultists from the Wusheng Sect!"

The sound of the teacup shattering startled Zhou Yan, who instinctively looked up.

He didn't see the words on the paper, nor did he know what the other person was angry about.

However, when he looked up, a blinding blue-purple light suddenly appeared above his head.

[Master of both fist and palm techniques (Blue)]

The target state is stable; the exchange requires a lifespan of five hundred years.

Five hundred years? What a joke! The monkey was only suppressed for five hundred years.

Thinking to himself, Zhou Yan lowered his head, envious.

I wonder when I'll get a blue tag myself.

"Shen Heng, immediately gather the troops; I will personally lead the team!"

"Yes."

Shen Heng responded loudly, clearly having been waiting for those words, and quickly turned and left first.

Shen Zhongheng also stood up, his gaze lingered on Lu Qingshuang for a moment, and then he strode out.

Lu Qingshuang didn't move, but looked at Zhou Yan, and after a moment of silence said:

"You stay here and are not allowed to leave before I return. I will have someone bring you some food and medicine to treat your wounds."

"But, sir, I have to work tomorrow night, this..."

Zhou Yan's voice grew softer and softer.

Because the other person had already turned and left.

"grass!"

Cursing under his breath, Zhou Yan plopped down on a chair nearby.

Soon after, he heard a lot of footsteps and hoofbeats coming from outside the door.

Shen Zhongheng's deep voice followed.

"Set off!"

……