Having studied for a hundred years, why do you call me the Martial Saint?

[Today you have read the monumental work "Record of a Hundred Herbs" by the ancient sage Shuren, a masterpiece that will undoubtedly be a milestone in the field of medicine, broadening your horizons and knowledge. You have received the reward—the talent "Shennong's True Eye"!]

it is good!

My guess was right; this book, *The Hundred Herbs Record*, truly deserves to be called a peerless masterpiece!

Gu Shuxian was overjoyed.

Although later medical books are more accurate and complete, it is undeniable that they stand on the shoulders of giants to reach greater heights.

And this book, the Hundred Herbs Record, is that giant that cannot be ignored!

but……

Why do I feel like my body hasn't changed much? It's supposed to be real eyes, so shouldn't my eyes show some unusual behavior? Like feeling hot? Or having a sharper gaze, like they're crackling with electricity or something?

Gu Shuxian was puzzled, but soon he suddenly understood the function of this talent, as if by divine revelation.

According to inherited knowledge, as long as he concentrates on a medicinal herb, its true name, taste, medicinal properties, growth habits, and methods for distinguishing its quality will appear in his mind.

It sounds impressive, but Gu Shuxian wondered how it would be demonstrated.

It's just too dark to go out and try it out right now.

Gu Shuxian took a deep breath, suppressed her excitement, closed her eyes and fell asleep, waiting for tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Qian Le said he would take him to pick wild mountain produce!

It's perfect to be able to see the grass in the mountains!

……

At three quarters past the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), in Dayuan City!

The night fog rose from the moat and flowed along the bluestone streets, shrouding the city in a hazy mist.

Two dark figures stood at the alley entrance, one of them carrying a dim paper lantern, the light illuminating two already stiff corpses on the ground.

The man standing next to him was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. His beard was already turning white, but his eyes were incredibly bright, showing no signs of old age.

He wore a dark cloak, and the hem of the cloak remained perfectly still as the night wind blew.

It was none other than Yan Zhenjiang, the leader of the Dahe Gang, known as "Dingbo Hand"!

At that moment, the man carrying the lantern squatted on the ground, carefully examining the two corpses on the ground.

After a long pause, he stood up and whispered, "Kill him with one blow."

The speaker was Pei Shi'an, a rising star constable who had recently gained fame in Dayuan City!

At twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he was a dignified man dressed in a black official uniform with an iron ruler at his waist. His keen eyes had solved countless cases.

It's truly a strange and unusual situation that two people with seemingly unrelated identities are working together to investigate a murder case!

"Both of them had money in their pockets, so it didn't seem like they were robbed."

"The former had his head slammed against the wall, his skull shattered; the latter had his sternum shattered by a single punch, the fist mark was tiny, like that of a half-grown child..."

Pei Shi'an swallowed hard and didn't continue. It was unrealistic for a teenager to have the ability to kill with a single punch; it was most likely a disguise.

Yan Zhenjiang remained silent, and did not even look at the corpse.

Instead, he was examining a line of blood-red characters on the bluestone brick surface.

The killer is none other than the Divine Halberd Hero!

He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"Who do you think did this?"

Pei Shi'an straightened up, staring at the line of blood-red words with a puzzled look and a furrowed brow.

Weird!

I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before, but I just can't quite place who it is.

Logically speaking, as a constable, he should have a good idea of ​​who the most well-known figures in the martial arts world within a 300-mile radius of Wancheng are, whether they are experts or petty thieves, and he should be able to match them up immediately.

The only thing that seemed familiar was the name of the Divine Halberd Hero, but he couldn't quite place it.

Pei Shi'an's mind was a complete mess, but he couldn't not reply, so he tentatively opened his mouth.

"Claiming to be a great hero... could it be the work of the nearby Suishan Sword Sect?"

Yan Zhenjiang turned his head and gave him a cold look.

It gave him the creeps.

"If the Suishan Sword Sect gets involved in this matter..."

Yan Zhenjiang's voice was devoid of any emotion, making listeners feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"...Without saying a word, I immediately gathered all my men and fled Wancheng, vowing never to set foot here again in this world."

How could you say that in such a tone...?

Pei Shi'an lowered his head, not daring to make any unnecessary expressions.

But it's no wonder that Yan Zhenjiang was so afraid of the Suishan Sword Sect. Who among the people near Wancheng hadn't heard the legendary story of "Sword Master" Yang Qingfeng?

Even Pei Shi'an himself grew up listening to legends like the Sword Master slaying demons with a single sword.

Such beings wouldn't require much effort to crush.

Fortunately, the Sword Master was too powerful, so powerful that his level was far beyond theirs, so far that he wouldn't even notice small fry like them.

Yan Zhenjiang stopped looking at him, slowly walked to the body of the burly man, reached out and tore open the sunken chest like an eagle's claw, and took out a rib.

After examining it for a moment, he tossed it to Pei Shi'an, then took out a white cloth and slowly wiped his hands.

Pei Shi'an took it, his eyes narrowing.

"This is?"

"Scars on the body surface like those left by a child, tendons inside severed, bones with many tiny cracks, and lines mostly straight, as if cut by a knife or axe... What comes to mind?"

"His Vajra Inner Strength is extremely profound, at least reaching the Meridian Opening Realm!"

Pei Shi'an answered immediately.

Based on this, it's probably unrelated to the Suishan Sword Sect, which specializes in Zixia.

Yan Zhenjiang nodded. The internal skill he cultivated on his own, Zhenjiang Skill, sounded like a Xuan Yin skill, but it was actually Vajra internal force. Therefore, he was extremely sensitive to wounds caused by Vajra internal force.

What alarmed him was that, judging from the wounds, this person's internal strength was probably much greater than his own.

Yan Zhenjiang narrowed his eyes, casually tossed the white sheet onto the corpse, and muttered to himself:

"What's even stranger is that this person didn't use any techniques."

"Logically speaking, a master who can cultivate Vajra Internal Force to such a level should have already made their martial arts moves instinctive, with each move leaving its mark."

"But these two wounds seem to be deliberately concealing all habits, using only the most ordinary fists and feet, unwilling to let people see their origins."

"This caution doesn't seem like a spur-of-the-moment decision; it's more like..."

"It was done on purpose!"

Yan Zhenjiang turned around, looked at Pei Shi'an, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and made a judgment.

"There's probably a conspiracy against me in this."

Such a judgment is far too paranoid and prone to overreacting...

Pei Shi'an frowned and said:

"Why are you so nervous? Perhaps it was just a passing martial arts master who encountered two fools and killed them casually..."

"Shi'an, you've finally become a big shot." Yan Zhenjiang said slowly, his hands behind his back.

"I've forgotten who pulled you out of the slums, who dug you out of the pile of corpses; I've forgotten who provided you with food and clothing, taught you martial arts, helped you participate in the martial arts examinations, and guided you step by step into the government to where you are today..."

"I've forgotten who it was who delivered those foolish bandits one by one into your hands, adding to your credit and making you a renowned detective..."

"I've also forgotten how to address me."

"Now, you won't even call me... godfather."