Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

The following morning, Li Fu, as was his habit, dressed in black clothes and stepped into the gate of Qingping County Government Office.

Despite having taken leave for several days, the government office remained unchanged.

County Magistrate Wu Zhicheng was reviewing documents at his desk when he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw Li Fu. His brows immediately furrowed, and his face was filled with annoyance and regret.

"Oh, Li Fu, you're finally back!"

Why did it take so long? It's really...sigh!

He put down his pen and slammed his fist on the table repeatedly, looking heartbroken.

"grown ups."

Li Fu clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, his expression calm.

"I missed it! I missed such a great opportunity!"

Wu Zhicheng stood up, walked around the desk to Li Fu, and said urgently, "The messenger sent by the prefecture left four days ago."

How can this county explain your disappearance?

That transfer order... it's transferring you to the prefectural city to be a head constable in blue robes, a seventh-rank position right off the bat. That shows how highly the prefecture values ​​you. If you get there and then... sigh...!"

Li Fu was not surprised by this.

Before heading to the Huanglongdui Desert, he had already seen that the prefectural government seemed to have sent someone with official documents.

In this world, there is martial arts and the Jianghu (江湖, a term referring to the martial arts world and its associated social circles), and naturally there are also those who use martial arts to break the law, roam freely across states and counties, and act with impunity, making them difficult to govern.

The duties and status of the constables who were originally in charge of street security have risen accordingly.

Just like other officials, the Zhao Dynasty had clear regulations regarding the type of clothing worn according to rank.

The lowest-ranking constables, those in black robes, were in charge of catching petty thieves on the streets. The next level up were the constables in brown robes, who were in charge of maintaining order in the county government.

Above that is the Blue-Clad Constable, which is generally only found in large counties or prefectures. The Green-Clad Constable, on the other hand, is an important position in the prefecture, with an official rank of seven or six!

His status far surpassed that of an ordinary county magistrate; only the magistrates of large and important counties could compare to him.

As for the purple-clad constables and even the legendary embroidered-robed divine constables, they wielded immense power.

From a brown-clad constable in Qingping County to a seventh-rank blue-clad constable in the prefecture, it was undoubtedly a meteoric rise.

However, Li Fu did not show much surprise on his face, only nodding slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, sir. I am aware of this matter."

Magistrate Wu Zhicheng was truly surprised by his own urgency, while Li Fu remained unfazed, making him appear as if the emperor was not worried while the eunuch was.

He was about to explode when he paused, realizing that Li Fu's status was different now. A warm smile spread across his face, and his previous complaints vanished, replaced by a clear attempt to please.

"Oh dear, Li Fu... no, I should call you Lord Li!"

Speaking of Lord Li, he is truly an outstanding person with a bright future. His promotion to the prefectural government is well-deserved!

This humble official... has long recognized that you, Lord Li, possess extraordinary talent and are no ordinary person.

Such composure is the mark of a great general.

He rubbed his hands together, smiling broadly.

"Lord Li, once you go to the prefectural city, your rise to prominence is just around the corner!"

In the future... if you have any free time in the future, I hope you will not forget Qingping, your former place, and you will not forget your former superior!

In his words, Wu Zhicheng had already lowered his posture to an extremely humble level, saying, "Everyone in the yamen is happy for you, sir! Everyone is happy for you!"

Li Fu listened to these flattering words and remained calm.

"You flatter me, sir."

Li Fu's success today is largely due to the nurturing environment of Qingping.

He knew the fickleness of human relationships and the nature of the world, so there was no need to point it out.

Seeing that he agreed, Wu Zhicheng felt somewhat relieved and quickly led him to a side hall, where he took out the transfer order document that had been prepared in advance and a heavy sandalwood box.

"Lord Li, this is the transfer order from the prefectural government. Please keep it safe."

This box contains the head constable's badge, seal, and all the necessary credentials for taking office.

He offered it with both hands.

Li Fu took the documents and the wooden box; they were heavy and substantial.

"Thank you, sir."

He clasped his hands in a fist salute again.

"You're too kind, Lord Li!" The magistrate smiled broadly, "When you get to the prefecture, be sure to come back and visit often. Have a safe journey."

Li Fu nodded and said no more.

He carefully put away the documents, tucked the box under his arm, turned and strode out of the county government office. Sunlight shone on his shoulders; he hadn't yet changed out of his black robe.

"Speaking of which, the brown official robes that the county government gave to the head constables haven't even been worn yet, and they're about to be wearing blue ones."

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After leaving the county government office, Li Fu did not rush to take up his post.

He first stayed in Qingping County for two days, where he prepared a lavish banquet to entertain the constables and clerks he knew from the county government office, as well as several old friends from the neighborhood.

During the banquet, everyone toasted each other, rejoicing at his promotion while also feeling a pang of reluctance at parting.

Li Fu spoke earnestly and offered a toast to express his gratitude.

After a joyous banquet, Li Fu bid farewell to his old friends, packed his bags, and rode alone to the Yanzhou prefectural capital.

The prefectural government office stood majestically, with its vermilion gate and stone lions guarding it, more than ten times more imposing than the Qingping County government office.

The gatekeeper had sharp eyes and a solemn expression.

Li Fu stepped forward with the transfer order, and after verifying his identity, he was led into the signing room through the side door.

"Li Fu, a seventh-rank constable in blue robes, has taken up his post?"

A stern-faced clerk in a blue robe was in charge of the handover.

The process was tedious yet orderly, involving checking identity documents, recording physical characteristics, and registering personal weapons. Li Fu only reported an ordinary waist knife and received a brand-new blue-robed constable's uniform and a bronze waist tag.

The waist tag felt heavy in my hand. The front was engraved with the four characters "Blue-Clad Constable" and the seal of the prefecture, while the back was engraved with Li Fu's name.

The clerk finally marked the thick register with a vermilion pen and handed over the last receipt stamped with the official seal of the government office.

"Officer Li, all the paperwork is in order. You are now the head constable of the Yanzhou Prefecture."

The clerk finished tidying up the case files and looked at Li Fu with a smile.

"Now that Constable Li has taken up his post, according to custom, he must first pay his respects to Prefect Feng."

Lord Feng had instructed that upon your arrival, you must be taken to see him.

Li Fu nodded: "That's only right. Thank you for showing me the way."

When a new official takes office, it is customary to pay respects to his superior.

So they followed closely behind the clerk and went deep into the prefectural government office.

The state government building has a complex internal layout, with corridors and courtyards.

Along the way, we encountered many constables and runners dressed in different colored uniforms, and even a few blue-clad constables.

These people looked at Li Fu with different expressions.

Some were curious, some were scrutinizing, but most looked on with suspicion and fear.

Many people whispered among themselves, their eyes darting away.

Li Fu's hearing was so sharp that he vaguely caught some fragmented whispers.

"It was him..." "Han the Boss... Duan the Boss..." "He was ruthless... he killed him on the spot..."

"So young?... "

"Unbelievable..."

Han Wenyuan and Duan Gang were both senior constables in the government office, holding the rank of sixth grade. However, they harbored malicious intentions and were killed by him after their plot was thwarted in the Mu family massacre.

These former government officials either had a personal relationship with him or held him in awe.

At the very least, they were acquaintances, seeing each other every day. If someone is suddenly murdered and you happen to run into the murderer, such a reaction is perfectly normal.

Li Fu remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged.

The guide continued walking, leading him across an open area.

Li Fu was suddenly greeted by a bright and beautiful view, which turned out to be an exquisite and elegant inner garden.