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By the time Mu Yang returned to his courtyard, the sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Mu Yang quickly washed up and glanced at the time; it was only about an hour before roll call.

He didn't sleep, but instead took a bath and changed into a brand new set of dark black tight-fitting clothes.

Then, as usual, he hung the black gold four-sided mace at his waist and strode out the door.

..................

"Good morning, foreman!"

As soon as Mu Yang stepped through the gate, Lao Fang, Li Chuang, and the others, who had already finished their shifts, immediately came to greet him.

Even Lao Ye, who is usually a bit late, has been arriving early ever since he witnessed Mu Yang's achievements and has never been late again.

"morning."

Mu Yang nodded slightly.

After that, it's time for the daily task assignments.

Lin Xiaoqi and the others followed Lao Fang and Lao Ye on a patrol of the city streets, while Li Chuang was taken by Mu Yang to patrol outside the city.

Throughout the day, Mu Yang led Li Chuang through two villages.

Unlike the oppressive atmosphere of Huangjia Village and the partially destroyed and rebuilt Lijia Village, the two villages that Muyang visited this time were very peaceful.

In the fields, farmers toil with their faces to the earth and their backs to the sky, while children chase and play by the roadside.

When Mu Yang and his companion returned to the county office, it was time to end their shift.

Normally, Mu Yang would leave alone at this time, but this time, he called everyone from Class 5, as well as Wu Cai, to go to the restaurant together.

Having already heard that Mu Yang was leaving, Wu Cai immediately guessed what was going on. Li Chuang and the others also seemed to realize something, and the atmosphere on the road suddenly became a bit somber.

The somber atmosphere only gradually dissipated after everyone entered the private room of the restaurant and drank jar after jar of fine wine.

"Tomorrow morning, I will go to the county town with Xue Bantou. From now on, our Fifth Squad will be merged into Wu Ge's Fourth Squad. You must listen to Wu Ge." Mu Yang picked up his wine glass and instructed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the private room fell silent.

Old Fang and Old Ye exchanged a glance. Although they were reluctant to part, they were older and more experienced, so they could control their emotions.

They simply raised their glasses and offered their blessings.

The youngest, Lin Xiaoqi, immediately teared up: "Class monitor, will you come back?"

"I will if I have the chance."

Mu Yang said.

"Foreman!"

Li Chuang suddenly stood up, picked up the wine glass in front of him, his eyes red, his voice slightly choked but incredibly firm: "I will definitely cultivate diligently and strive to go to the county city to follow you!"

After saying that, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"it is good."

Mu Yang looked at him, a rare smile appearing on his lips.

That night, everyone drank a lot of wine and talked a lot.

From initial restraint and reluctance to later speaking freely, the atmosphere in the private room was both warm and melancholic.

It wasn't until late at night that everyone, looking completely drunk, helped each other out of the restaurant.

Mu Yang was the last to leave. He looked perfectly normal. With his strength, ordinary alcohol was like water to him and he couldn't get drunk at all.

But this atmosphere made his eyes a little blurry.

He walked out of the restaurant and looked up at the sky.

The moonlight was as white as snow, and the streets were quiet and peaceful.

..................

The next day, early in the morning.

East Gate.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Xue She was already waiting there with two magnificent horses.

The horse on the left, with its bright yellow fur and a tuft of red hair on its forehead, was Xue She's companion for many years, a first-class steed that had reached a certain level.

Although its combat strength is not comparable to that of a first-tier martial artist, its speed is comparable to that of a third-tier demon.

On the right is also a Tier 1 BMW, entirely black without a single blemish.

These were spoils of war seized from the Wang family mansion after the Wang family was wiped out that day.

Of course, his master is now Mu Yang.

"Good morning, Brother Mu!"

Xue She didn't have to wait long before he saw Mu Yang, dressed in a black outfit, walk out of the city gate.

He carried very little, except for a black gold four-sided mace and a small-looking bag.

In fact, Mu Yang didn't take much.

Aside from the gold and silver, there was only a change of clothes and three high-grade martial arts manuals given to him by the Liu family.

He left the rest of the miscellaneous items in the courtyard of his house.

With Wu Cai and Li Chuang around, we wouldn't have been robbed.

"Brother Xue."

Mu Yang nodded in acknowledgment, mounted his horse, and sat comfortably on its back. The black steed only paused briefly, its muscles tensing.

There was absolutely no sign of resistance.

Xue She was taken aback.

BMWs that have reached a certain level are generally proud and arrogant; the higher the level, the more arrogant they are.

Even a third-tier martial artist like Xue She took nearly a month to personally care for his precious horse and build a good relationship with it.

But the horse beneath Mu Yang, despite being ridden by him for the first time, was unusually obedient.

Xue She was quite envious of this.

Could it be that even horses are judged by their appearance now?

Black Horse: Do you know that Wang Rudong died in the stable?

"What's wrong, Brother Xue?"

"It's nothing, let's go."

Xue She shook his head and squeezed the horse's belly with his legs.

The two fine horses sped off like arrows and quickly disappeared into the morning mist.

The trees on both sides of the official road rushed past, and the wind whistled in our ears.

While riding his horse, Xue She told Mu Yang about the situation in Qinghe County.

"Qinghe County is one of the thirteen counties under the jurisdiction of Anling Prefecture in Liangzhou. Within Anling Prefecture, it ranks among the top in terms of both area and overall strength..."

The Great Jing Dynasty, Liangzhou, Anling Prefecture, Qinghe County, and Qingxi County.

This is where Muyang lived for twenty years.

Qingxi County is just a small county town. The strongest people there are only at the third level of perfection, and they can't even find a fourth-level Qi Condensation martial arts manual.

But Qinghe County is different; it is a vast and populous place with powerful martial artists everywhere.

Just how powerful is it?

According to Xue She, the two most famous families in Qinghe County, the Lei family and the Mei family, are both headed by experts at the fifth level of the Meridian Opening Realm.

In addition, there are various other forces, such as the Pingwei Escort Agency on the road and the Canal Gang on the river.

Of course, the strongest entities in the county town are the Demon Slaying Division and the county government office.

The former was renowned throughout the entire Dajing Dynasty, with a proven track record of brilliant victories, while the latter also had a dedicated constable force responsible for maintaining order.

Its overall strength is also ranked in the fifth tier.

Because powerful figures are everywhere in the county town, there are very few rumors of monsters eating people.

"In short, Qinghe County is not a small place like our Qingxi County. It is a mixed bag, full of experts. We must be cautious in our actions and never act rashly."

Considering Mu Yang's brilliant record in Qingxi County, Xue She gave him a special instruction.

Mu Yang simply nodded silently in response.

He is always steady and reliable in his work.

..................

Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.

For ten days, the two traveled day and night without stopping.

Aside from having enough time, having permanently solidified his martial arts skills, and having an empty equipment slot, allowing him to reload the three high-grade martial arts manuals he had obtained from the Liu family, nothing unexpected happened along the way.

There were no encounters with monsters, no bandits, and no chance of meeting a chivalrous woman in a dilapidated temple late at night.

The journey was surprisingly smooth.

Mu Yang felt quite regretful about this.

He was also thinking that if he could encounter a few monsters, he might gain some strength or something.

According to Xue She, it seems that because the Demon Slayer Bureau always passes by on the official road, there are almost no ignorant demons who dare to rob the road.

Because most of those who can't open their eyes are already unable to open them at all.

Just then, a noisy argument suddenly broke out from the official road ahead.

Mu Yang's eyes lit up.

Could it be that there really are blind demons?