Merit-based card draws, quickly become a Heavenly Emperor

In fact, Fang Zheng hasn't sold many paintings in the past month or so.

Firstly, inspiration is hard to find, and secondly, truly creating a good painting requires mental and physical exertion, which hinders spiritual practice.

Fang Zheng only sells paintings when he urgently needs gold and silver to buy spiritual materials.

This painting, "Rising Sun," is imbued with the vigor and ambition of Fang Zheng when he first began his training. Even by his current standards, it is a rare and excellent work.

Fang Zheng was also curious about what kind of treasure Zhu Hongcai would bring out to overshadow the Rising Sun Painting.

At this moment, all eyes were on Zhu Hongcai.

The playboy hesitated for a moment, but then steeled himself and took out something.

"Ma Chengfeng, do you recognize this treasure of mine?"

What Zhu Hongcai took out was a pill with a wonderfully fragrant aroma.

This elixir is as white as jade, crystal clear, and contains cloud-like patterns, making it seem unlike any ordinary object.

Even Ma Chengfeng was taken aback. He didn't recognize it, but it was clear that what Zhu Hongcai had taken out was no ordinary item.

Of those present, only Fang Zheng and Sun Xianrong showed surprise the moment they saw the pill.

It was because Liu Qingyu sent him a message that she smelled a very faint scent of ghost grass in the elixir.

Why was Sun Xianrong so surprised?

Upon closer inspection, the pill's outer skin was glossy and its fragrance wafted from the surface, clearly indicating that it had only recently been formed.

"I see!"

Fang Zheng immediately thought of something, and many of his doubts were suddenly cleared up.

However, there was no joy on his face; instead, his expression was ashen.

Fortunately, the coldness on Fang Zheng's face was fleeting, but even so, it made Sun Xianrong panic.

"Lord Sun, what kind of treasure is that elixir?" Fang Zheng asked deliberately at this moment.

Sun Xianrong was startled, but he suppressed his panic and pretended to be calm, saying, "I have never seen such a treasure before."

Fang Zheng stared at him intently until cold sweat broke out on his forehead, then suddenly laughed.

If you have nothing to hide, why would you be so flustered?

He wasn't this flustered when Fang Zheng pressed him for information, but he suddenly became so when it came to the pills in Zhu Hongcai's possession.

Fang Zheng was certain that there must be a bigger secret behind that pill.

What a surprise.

Sun Xianrong was already feeling uneasy. He wasn't stupid, and he could tell that Fang Zheng, the supervisor and inspector, was definitely planning to take action against him.

Taking a deep breath, Sun Xianrong knew he had to leave.

It's still unclear why Fang Zheng is keeping such a close eye on him, or how much information he actually possesses.

But in any case, it was impossible to finish this meal.

Sun Xianrong immediately stood up and said, "Lord Fang, Lord Guan, I just remembered that I have some important matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first."

"Put all expenses on my tab tonight, you two must enjoy yourselves."

After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for a response.

Now that things have come to this point, Fang Zheng was not about to let the other party leave.

Fang Zheng also stood up and said, "Lord Sun, please wait a moment. Let's go to the Supervisory Office for some tea and a chat!"

At the same time, Guan Tieyi had already taken a few quick steps, his murderous aura palpable, and blocked Sun Xianrong's path.

At this moment, even a fool could see that something bad was about to happen, and something serious at that.

The guests at Zuixianlou were also attracted by this scene and all looked over.

Many of them knew Sun Xianrong, a rank-eighth-grade clerk.

At this moment, the smile had vanished from Sun Xianrong's obese face.

He shouted at Fang Zheng, "Fang Zheng, what are you doing?"

I am on official business, how dare you, a lowly ninth-rank official, stop me?

That's incredibly audacious.

Knowing things were going badly, Sun Xianrong started yelling and shouting. This might not scare Fang Zheng, but it would definitely attract the attention of others.

For example, Zhu Hongcai.

His relationship with Zhu Hongcai was closer than most people thought.

Unless Zhu Hongcai is stupid, he will never allow himself to be caught, because being caught would not benefit him at all.

Sure enough, Zhu Hongcai downstairs, who was proudly showing off the pills in his hand, was taken aback when he heard the commotion upstairs.

Sun Xianrong was a rank-eighth grade official, which was not considered a minor official in the entire Yongqing County.

How dare someone arrest him?

Regardless of the young official's identity, Sun Xianrong himself knew many of Zhu Hongcai's, Zhu family's, and Cao family's secrets.

Clearly, Sun Xianrong was asking for his help.

"You guys, go up and protect Lord Sun."

I'd like to see who dares to misbehave in front of me.

At Zhu Hongcai's command, four or five people immediately surrounded them.

This really escalated the situation.

Many guests sitting around Fang Zheng were so frightened that they stood up and moved away, fearing they would be implicated.

Given the current situation, taking down Sun Xianrong doesn't seem to be going so smoothly.

However, since Fangzheng is upholding the law impartially, what is there to fear?

He stepped forward, revealed the official seal at his waist, and said in a deep voice, "I am Fang Zheng, a ninth-rank inspector of the Supervisory Office."

Sun Xianrong is suspected of a major case. On the orders of Lord Lü Zhengfeng, the Chief Justice of the Supervisory Bureau, he was brought back to the Supervisory Bureau for questioning.

Who dares to stop us?

Fang Zheng's words were spoken with official authority and were extremely authoritative, immediately intimidating everyone present.

Even Zhu Hongcai's men hesitated and looked back at Zhu Hongcai.

Seeing this, Sun Xianrong knew it would be too late if he didn't resist.

He has too many secrets. Once he is taken away by the supervisor, he will probably never be able to turn things around. Even the officials above him may not be able to protect him.

Sun Xianrong immediately roared, "Fang Zheng, even the supervising officials need evidence to carry out their duties. On what grounds are you arresting me?"

Although Sun Xianrong had never cultivated, he was, after all, an eighth-rank official with the blessing of good fortune, and was better able to use official techniques.

At that moment, he took out the official seal he always carried and slapped it forward. Instantly, a beam of light surged out, protecting himself.

Seeing this, Guan Tieyi threw a punch, but failed to shatter the light barrier directly.

"You audacious scoundrel, how dare you resist arrest!"

Fang Zheng understood that delay would only lead to complications, and that he had to take down Sun Xianrong immediately.

Fortunately, he had anticipated this situation and immediately took out the official seal and held it in his hand.

"Please issue your decree, Lord Lü!"

The official decree shone brightly, and Lü Zhengfeng's authoritative voice rang out.

"Sun Xianrong, a rank-eighth-grade clerk, is suspected of dereliction of duty and abuse of power. In accordance with Article 36 of the Daqian Supervisory Law, he has been taken to the Supervisory Office for trial."

With a loud crack, the light emanating from Sun Xianrong immediately dimmed.

"How could that be?"

Sun Xianrong was terrified.

He hadn't expected Fang Zheng to be so ruthless and decisive, carrying an arrest warrant for Lü Zhengfeng, the Supervising Officer, yet he could chat and laugh with him for so long at the dinner party.

"Give me a pen!"

Taking advantage of the moment when Sun Xianrong's protective aura was shattered, Fang Zheng immediately summoned the Judge's Pen.

The moment the brush was drawn, it immediately unleashed a powerful aura. At that moment, Fang Zheng himself was enveloped in a radiant glow, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

This is the power of official luck.

"One stroke determines merit or demerit, one stroke judges good or evil."

"The art of locking up officials!"