Whose heretical cultivator relies on a rich woman to attain enlightenment?

"Name."

"Lu Cheng".

"gender."

"...What gender do you think I am?"

"Don't interrupt! This report is for our superiors. If you don't provide a reasonable explanation, we have reason to suspect you're colluding with this monster!"

The clerk slammed his fist on the table, while several burly men around him stood behind the boy, each holding a stick and ready to strike.

Lu Cheng sighed.

Just half an hour ago, Lu Cheng inadvertently sensed a fluctuation of demonic energy near Sweetwater Street and unexpectedly discovered traces of zombies.

With the idea that there's no harm in using a free power bank, he pounced on the zombie and started frantically sucking it up. After a fierce battle, he managed to completely drain the demonic energy hidden inside the zombie.

Everything was going well, but he overlooked the fact that he wasn't a formal member of the leadership team yet. In a fit of rage, he started attacking the corpse, swinging his club at its head twice. This scene was witnessed by members of the Demon Suppression Division who had come to take up their duties.

Then he was brought here.

Oh, and along with him were the zombies he had beaten to a pulp.

Turning his head, he saw that the zombie's chest and abdomen had been completely torn apart, its internal organs long gone, and even its head was only half intact. It looked gruesome, and it was impossible to tell whether it was still alive.

"Quickly, tell me your gender."

"...Male."

His expression showed no fear of the members of the Demon Suppression Division, but rather was full of curiosity.

The Demon Suppression Division has many branches in Jingnan City. Although Lu Cheng is not very familiar with the new company, he knows that there are twelve general flags, which means twelve branches, covering most of Jingnan.

He had only been to the headquarters before, which was the area guarded by Huang Zhao. He had never seen any of the branches. He glanced at his colleagues and found that most of them were at the initial or second level of cultivation.

This is the matching mechanism that matches his skill level.

"What are you spying on? Tell the truth, why were you at the crime scene!"

"Who sent you here!"

"What is your purpose?!"

"Who exactly are you colluding with?!"

"Confess and you'll be treated leniently, rot in jail; resist and you'll be punished severely, you'll go home... Talk now!"

He realized there seemed to be a problem with the passage halfway through reading it, but the clerk's momentum didn't diminish. This behavior of drawing the target before shooting the arrow made Lu Cheng roll his eyes.

Why do all dynasties seem to engage in this kind of abstract behavior? First, they slap a label on someone, then find a scapegoat to appease their superiors. Is this how the Demon Suppression Bureau operates?

No wonder they've been infiltrated like a sieve.

"Naturally, I went to the scene to stop the zombies from harming people because I sensed that there were evil spirits causing trouble. Instead of praising me, why are you blaming me?"

"Speaking nonsense and daring to argue! You are clearly a demon infiltrating our Jingnan with evil forces! Guards, drag you away..."

Clang!

Everyone took a step back.

They were shocked, thinking that Lu Cheng was about to suddenly attack and hurt them, and they were all on high alert.

There was one thing they didn't tell the truth: they had witnessed the fight between the two sides from a distance.

The final palm strike, in particular, caused everyone's expression to change drastically. None of the people present dared to say they could withstand it, as they had witnessed Lu Cheng smash a sentient zombie to pieces.

Ruthless and vicious, with insidious tricks, he doesn't seem like a beginner cultivator at all, let alone a righteous disciple.

"No wonder Huang Zhao said when I went to the Demon Suppression Bureau last time that the bureau was a mixed bag, and that two or three out of ten people who were supposed to exorcise demons for the people were just looking for a lucrative job."

Too lazy to argue, he figured any official institution was bound to have such self-serving individuals blinded by greed, so he simply tossed the black sign over.

My attitude changed immediately after I saw the words above!

"So you're one of the commander-in-chief's people."

With a forced smile and a bow, the heavy token exuded a unique woody fragrance. Even when spiritual energy was injected into it, it felt like a stone sinking into the sea. The name engraved on the back was so conspicuous that even the clerk holding the token felt immense pressure. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that he had kicked a hornet's nest.

The people around him looked even more embarrassed, with the sticks they were holding behind their backs, only half of them sticking out above their heads, which looked particularly comical.

He respectfully handed the token back with both hands.

"We apologize for the offense, brother. Please don't take it to heart. We only thought you were colluding with the monster because you are so young yet so skilled, and you were hanging out with those zombies."

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Brothers, don't be nervous. This is one of our own, a branch officer... May I ask what position you hold in the company? I'm not familiar with you, I don't think I've seen you before."

I was going to say "Banner Master", but then I thought about it and it didn't feel quite right. With Huang Zhao's strength and ability, his direct subordinates are all captains or branch captains, and they are all experts of the fourth realm at the very least.

"I haven't officially started yet. Lord Huang is considering where to send me. I got in through connections. Speaking of which, this is a branch of the Demon Suppression Division, right? Aren't the twelve divisions of Jingnan each guarded by a commander? May I ask who it is?"

He revealed eight pearly white teeth.

A seemingly ordinary sentence made the clerk straighten his back, looking shocked. He then carefully examined Lu Cheng from head to toe and found that the boy really did have a bitch's face.

"Holy crap! Going through the back door? Could it be that Lord Huang has homosexual tendencies?"

"Oh no, oh no! Could he be a kept man by Lord Huang? Hmm~ It seems we really did find this kid playing with corpses deep in Sweetwater Street. Does Lord Huang have this kind of fetish too..."

"It's over, it's over, my future, I'm not going to be silenced, am I?"

His brush trembled wildly, unable to write a single word, and he looked troubled. However, these hooligans were quick-witted. Immediately, someone brought over hot tea, and another offered a towel for the boy to wipe the rain off his body.

No one even glanced at the "victim" whose head had been smashed open.

"The commander is not at home."

"Jingnan has been in chaos lately. The Commander-in-Chief led several branch commanders and most of the elite troops from the Nine Divisions to the border to suppress the demons. Normally, the Commander-in-Chief is very strict in his duties, but he's only been away on business recently. Otherwise, how would we have had time to go to brothels..."

"Otherwise, how would we have the chance to happen to stumble upon this while on patrol?"

Cold sweat poured down his back, and he almost blurted out the truth. They hadn't arrived late; they were only a few minutes later than Lu Cheng. The brothers had been fooling around in a brothel when they ran into this.

"Oh, I see. Don't worry, I will definitely report this matter to Lord Huang truthfully."

The boy nodded, and these words made everyone present turn pale. If Lord Huang found out that they not only visited brothels during working hours, but also tried to frame others, they would all be in deep trouble.

But the second half of the sentence put their minds at ease.

"Several brothers patrolled in the pouring rain and came to my aid in time. Hey, hey, hey, why are you kneeling before me...?"