Demon Suppression Division Yamen

The Demon Suppression Division's office was located next to the Lingqiu County yamen.

After Captain Wu arrived, the yamen requisitioned that residence and converted it into the Demon Suppression Division's office.

At this moment.

Many young people had gathered in front of the main hall of the Demon Suppression Division's office.

"What's wrong, Brother An? Do you know this person?"

An Mingxin looked at Song Chengan, his face full of confusion.

Isn't today the day the Demon Suppression Division's office is recruiting?

Why is Song Chengan here?

An Mingxin came back to his senses. The person speaking had a long spear on his back, wore white, and had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.

It was the eldest son of the Wen family, Wen Chengyun.

An Mingxin shook his head. "I don't know him."

At this moment, a young man holding a folding fan, looking nonchalant, sauntered over.

"I know him."

"Song Chengan."

"He's the young master of the former Song Family Restaurant. If we're talking about the past, he had some wealth, but later this person developed a gambling addiction and lost the restaurant and all his family's land."

He paused here and looked at An Mingxin with ill intent. "Brother An, you've been cultivating outside for many years, so you wouldn't recognize this person."

"Speaking of which, this person is actually your relative."

"His sister married your father as his third concubine."

An Mingxin's face immediately darkened.

This bastard.

Bringing up the most sensitive topic.

"Who are you?"

He asked impatiently.

Wen Chengyun said, "Brother An, this is Young Master Qian, Qian Xin, from the Qian family."

He then said helplessly to Qian Xin, "Why have you come here today, Young Master Qian?"

Qian Xin fanned himself and cupped his fists. "The Demon Suppression Division has just been established, and the selection process isn't very strict. This is an excellent opportunity for us."

"If we don't seize this opportunity, it won't be so easy to enter the Demon Suppression Division in the future."

"I heard that some people among these recruits even come from prominent families in Liangzhou."

"Is Shen Changning not here?" Qian Xin looked around.

Wen Chengyun replied, "I'm not too sure."

"Among our five families, the Du family has always focused on their business and doesn't get involved in these matters. If I'm not mistaken, your spot, Brother An, came from the Du family, right?"

An Mingxin nodded.

The Demon Suppression Division had initially given one spot to each of the five families.

He had bought his spot from the Du family at a high price.

"Didn't they say there weren't many of these spots?"

"Why are so many people here?"

An Mingxin asked, looking at the growing crowd in the courtyard.

Wen Chengyun spoke.

"You wouldn't know about this, Brother An."

"Most of these people are Warriors. In the future, they will serve as Strongmen for the Demon Suppression Division."

"The Demon Suppression Division's duty is to deal with demonic creatures, which relies on Qi Refiners like us."

"What do you mean?" An Mingxin was confused.

Qian Xin picked up the conversation.

"What it means is that the ones who truly qualify as part of the Demon Suppression Division are actually us, the ones who obtained the spots."

"Our salaries are issued by the Demon Suppression Division."

"As for them, they are actually affiliated with the local yamen, and their salaries are drawn from there."

"Their purpose is to assist us in dealing with those demons."

"So that's how it is."

"Scholar Song, over here, over here."

Song Chengan was observing the people in the courtyard.

Suddenly, he heard someone call his name.

He looked up.

It was a young man he didn't recognize.

So, he pretended not to hear and continued to fiddle with the Demon Subduing Staff in his hands.

"Scholar Song!"

"Scholar... Song!"

But what he didn't expect was that the man's voice grew louder and louder.

He even made gestures while shouting.

Song Chengan was speechless.

In the end, he could only walk over helplessly.

"Did someone in your family die to be shouting so loud?" Song Chengan was furious.

"No one died in my family."

"I just thought Scholar Song had trouble hearing, so I was shouting louder?"

"What do you want me for?"

Song Chengan asked impatiently.

The yamen had notified him so early that he had woken up this morning.

"To call you to come along."

"Don't you see everyone else is in groups?"

"Follow the three of us from now on, and I guarantee no one will bully you."

An Mingxin's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He even snorted coldly when he saw Song Chengan approach.

There was no helping it.

He found Song Chengan annoying.

When he was young, he and An Mingxu were fighting over a toy.

Song Chengan, who was ten years older, didn't fight fair and beat him up for An Mingxu.

He still remembered it!

Even though Song Chengan was later scolded by An Ruifeng, who told him he was meddling in other people's business.

He was even more annoyed by Qian Xin now.

This person clearly knew he disliked Song Chengan, yet he still called Song Chengan over.

"Isn't this Mingxin?"

"You didn't even tell your uncle when you got back." Song Chengan said with a smile upon seeing An Mingxin.

An Mingxin replied impatiently, "Whose uncle are you?"

"I'm Mingxu's uncle, so that makes me your uncle too!"

"You're just too petty. You should be more generous like me. It was just when we were kids..."

The veins on An Mingxin's forehead bulged: "Enough."

"I have nothing to do with you."

If there weren't so many people around, he would have beaten Song Chengan up.

This Song Chengan really didn't know his limits.

Didn't he know he was a Qi Refiner now?

He still thought it was like when they were kids, and he could bully him just because he was a few years older.

He'd have to teach him a lesson when he got the chance.

Qian Xin stopped talking.

He watched the show with a smile.

He had called Song Chengan over precisely because he knew Song Chengan and An Mingxin didn't get along.

He was deliberately trying to annoy An Mingxin.

"Song Chengan!"

Song Chengan heard someone call his name and turned around.

It was a middle-aged scholar.

He was smiling and calling his name at the moment.

He remembered this person; he was the one who had followed Wu Cong that day.

"Advisor Song!"

"Advisor Song!"

At this moment.

Wen Chengyun and the others quickly stood up to pay their respects, as did everyone else.

"Advisor Song!" Song Chengan cupped his fists.

"Come in with me, I have some things to discuss with you."

After Advisor Song nodded to the others, he turned and walked into the main hall, with Song Chengan quickly following.

"Your uncle seems quite familiar with Song Chengan."

Wen Chengyun was also a bit curious. "I heard the yamen recruited quite a few clerks this time. It seems Brother Song is one of them."

An Mingxin, suppressing his anger, cupped his fists towards Wen Chengyun. "Probably just got lucky."

After speaking, he turned to Qian Xin and lowered his voice, roaring, "I told you I have nothing to do with him! I think he's your damn uncle, you keep bringing him up."

Qian Xin blocked the foam spitting from An Mingxin with his fan. "Alright, alright, let's just say he's my uncle then."

"Look at you, you get worked up every time he's mentioned."

He said this and lowered his voice further. "Do you know how our uncle became a clerk at the Demon Suppression Division?"

"He fished his way in."

"Captain Wu likes fishing. This guy deliberately showed up every time Captain Wu went fishing, and over time, he caught Captain Wu's eye."

"And so, he seized the opportunity and became a clerk."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't say our uncle is so lucky! That Scholar Liu from East Street, how much silver did he spend, only to be told in the end that all the clerk positions were filled."

If An Mingxin had a knife in his hand right now, he would definitely stab the person in front of him to death.