A Death at the National Law School!

On a stone path in the Divine Strategy Manor.

"Qin Zheng!"

Master Fu looked anxiously at a middle-aged man behind him, whose clothes were embroidered with a greatsword. "Hurry up!"

Qin Zheng walked with his hands behind his back, tilting his head up and squinting in the sunlight. "There's no hurry. You can't rush these things. In life, take it slow and easy, and you'll be carefree and content."

Master Fu anxiously reached for his arm. "If we're any later, someone's going to die!"

"Someone's going to die? It's fine. I'm a penal master of the Law Enforcement Hall; I can handle it." Qin Zheng strolled along at his leisure, hands behind his back and a look of contentment on his face.

"Alas..." Master Fu sighed. "It seems you want Qi Lin to die."

"Don't talk nonsense." Qin Zheng glared at him. "I'm already getting there as fast as I can."

"Don't put on an act in front of me." Master Fu shook his head as he looked at Qin Zheng. "We both came from humble families, Qin Zheng. Don't make me look down on you."

Qin Zheng was taken aback. Then his face darkened. "You've got the nerve to look down on me? Look at what you've become!"

"At least I don't want anyone to die at the National Law School!" Master Fu said angrily.

"Fine words. Why didn't you stop it on the spot? If you've got the guts, don't come looking for me," Qin Zheng said coldly.

Master Fu's lips trembled, and he could not speak.

Qin Zheng snorted, walked past him, and continued leisurely toward the school.

"Qin Zheng!" Master Fu turned to look at him. "When Great Cang was founded, its national law was born in our Divine Strategy Manor! The Divine Strategy Manor is the cradle of Great Cang's national law, and its sacred ground. Even if the whole world falls into chaos, we must safeguard the Divine Strategy Manor's foundation."

"Heh." Qin Zheng shrugged, unwilling to argue.

"What's more, His Majesty himself is overseeing the Divine Strategy Manor now. How can we let injustice happen right under his nose? How can we let those clans and powerful families act lawlessly in the Divine Strategy Manor?" Master Fu said, his gaze burning once more.

"Then why don't you do something about it?" Qin Zheng looked back with a sneer. "Oh, I remember. You're not with the Law Enforcement Hall, so you have no authority to intervene, right? You were the finest student of law back then, so why were you expelled from the Law Enforcement Hall? Wasn't it because you were too hidebound to adapt? Look at the times we live in, and you're still preaching the law to me. When someone's blade comes down on your head one day, you can go plead your case to the King of Hell."

Master Fu looked at his former classmate, his eyes red. "Now that you wear those robes, have you forgotten the grand vows you made when you studied as a young man? You said the national law was your faith, that you would uphold it and bring fairness to the world..."

"Shh." Qin Zheng shrugged and smiled. "I live in the present; you live in the past. No wonder everyone laughs at you."

Master Fu was speechless, staring at him blankly.

The grand ambitions and fervor of that humble youth beneath the setting sun had now been exchanged for a greasy face beneath the sunlight, wearing a smooth smile, utterly at ease.

"Oh?" Qin Zheng straightened up, casually putting on another face, solemn and stern. "It's about time. I hear someone's committing violence at the National Law School? Let me go collect the corpse... No, let me go judge what exactly happened!"

Master Fu lowered his head and clenched his fists, veins bulging.

But he soon relaxed his grip.

He gave a rueful smile and sighed. "It's my fault. If I hadn't asked that child to reveal his family background, perhaps..."

Unfortunately.

There was no medicine for regret in this world.

Like a walking corpse, Master Fu arrived at the National Law School with Qin Zheng.

The school's doors and windows were tightly shut. Inside, all was deathly quiet, with no sound of a struggle, which meant it had long since ended.

"Ahem."

Qin Zheng put on a solemn expression and strode toward the National Law School.

"Penal Master Qin."

Suddenly, a young, clear voice came from behind him.

Qin Zheng immediately turned to see a group of young men and women approaching from another direction.

They were clearly somewhat older than the students of the Three Stars Pavilion. Tall and slender, they had shed their youthful awkwardness, becoming more reserved yet also more striking.

Especially the youth at their head, dressed in white brocade!

His hair was blood-red, and his eyes blazed like the sun. He had an innately uncanny air about him, handsome with a hint of wickedness—the kind of young man who could easily awaken a maiden's first stirrings of love.

Most of those following him were women, all charming young ladies from powerful families who carried themselves with considerable pride.

"Xiao Chiyan."

The moment Qin Zheng saw the red-haired youth, he changed his expression yet again. He hurried over with a smile. "What wind has blown the young talents of the Two Moons Pavilion here?"

"I heard that the grandson of that Mystic City evildoer slipped into the Divine Strategy Manor, disguised himself as a student, and attacked a genius of my Xiao Clan. So I brought some friends to deal with this evil creature," Xiao Chiyan said with a chilling smile.

"Is that so?" Qin Zheng looked shaken. "Then my Law Enforcement Hall has an even greater duty to act."

"Then would you open the door, Penal Master Qin?" Xiao Chiyan was in no hurry either.

"No problem."

As Qin Zheng spoke, he suddenly noticed a woman in a white dress beside Xiao Chiyan.

Seeing that she was ethereal and unworldly, delicately lovely, he asked, "This young lady looks a little unfamiliar. May I ask which distinguished family she comes from?"

Xiao Chiyan introduced her with a smile. "She is the daughter of Mystic City's lord, Su Lianxi. She only joined the Divine Strategy Manor this morning. I brought her along to identify the evildoer."

"Mystic City?" Qin Zheng paused in surprise.

Her background was the most distinguished in Mystic City, but in the Divine Strategy Manor, it counted as humble.

"Don't underestimate Miss Su. She is at the Mystic Sea Realm Fifth Stage, the True Essence tsunami stage, and she also has a Crimson Firmament Rank God-Inherited Bloodline."

Xiao Chiyan seemed to be taking this opportunity to reveal the news for the first time. When the young talents of the Two Moons Pavilion behind him heard it, their gazes toward the woman in white changed somewhat.

"That's remarkable. Her future is boundless," Qin Zheng hastened to exclaim.

"Lianxi has only just arrived. Although she is already eighteen, my father decided to let her study at the Two Moons Pavilion for a year first. There will still be time for her to go to the One Yang Pavilion afterward." Xiao Chiyan then said to the woman in white, "Lianxi, this is Penal Master Qin Zheng of the Law Enforcement Hall. He handles disputes between disciples. If anyone is blind enough to trouble you, you can ask Penal Master Qin to deal with them."

Su Lianxi hurriedly said in a soft voice, "Greetings, Penal Master Qin."

Qin Zheng looked at Xiao Chiyan, then at Su Lianxi. The way this water and fire complemented each other nearly made him blurt out the words "a match made in heaven."

"Of course, of course." He nodded repeatedly.

As the three conversed, they seemed to have forgotten the "urgent case" inside the National Law School.

Master Fu watched the scene from afar and could only sigh.

He was neither smooth nor worldly, spending his days clutching a copy of Great Cang's laws and muttering to himself like a fool.

"Time to open the door!"

Only then did Qin Zheng turn around, put on another solemn expression, and stride toward the National Law School's doors.

The others also turned their gazes to the doors, pleasant smiles on their faces.

Bang!

Just then, the National Law School's doors were kicked open from the inside!

When the doors opened, sunlight streamed into the National Law School.

Blood covered the floor!

A young boy in black, two swords hanging at his waist, appeared, treading through the blood as he faced the sunlight.

In his left hand, he held a copy of Great Cang's national law, with a severed head resting on it.

And in his right hand... he gripped a leg, dragging a beautiful corpse out of the National Law School.

Sunlight fell on the boy, the book of law, and the bloodstained young woman, giving each a different sheen.

Outside the school, Qin Zheng, Xiao Chiyan, and the others still wore their pleasant smiles...

Until they saw everything clearly in the sunlight.