Perfect Crime, Martial Saint's Residence (Monthly Tickets at Start of Month, Two-in-One)

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Brother Ling is a distinguished Purple-Gold Tiqi. There are only some twenty Purple-Gold Tiqi in all of Da Shun—fewer than Young Dragon Martial Saints. High officials of the Three Laws Department ought to worship Brother Ling with three sticks of incense a day. I wouldn't feel at ease letting anyone else come; what if they bungled a matter of state?"

"Purple-Gold Tiqi excel at solving cases!"

"Exactly, solving cases. Haven't you eaten pork but seen pigs run? If you can solve cases, can't you forge one? From bronze medal to silver medal to gold medal and then Purple-Gold, how much hardship did you have to endure before becoming someone? How many cases have you handled, Brother Ling? If not ten thousand, then at least thousands, right? Not to mention all the case files you've read. It'll be a proper perfect crime—we'll combine them, muddle them together."

"There is no perfect crime in this world."

"Yes, yes, yes, not perfect. But putting together something seven or eight parts convincing, enough to mislead a Martial Saint without being discovered, should be easy, right?"

"..."

The woods were deep, damp, and stifling. A sharp-headed viper blended into its surroundings, curled into a coil like a mosquito coil. When Liang Qu drew near, it shot out viciously.

Its fangs sank deep into flesh as it pumped in venom with all its might.

Sizzle~

Venom flowed.

Liang Qu's ankle itched. He grabbed the snake, gave it a flick that dislocated its bones, and tossed it ten li away. He casually wiped the venom that had touched his skin clean, then sat down on a mossy rock.

"How about it? I've told you everything about the matter and the plan. All I'm missing is a professional to go to Qin