It's Good to Be an Official, This Official Must Be Done

Chapter 37: Officialdom Is Good, This Official Post Must Be Held

As these words fell, everyone was stunned, then erupted into an uproar.

"A Team Leader?!"

"A woman, becoming a Team Leader?!"

In the corner, Liu Ke's expression shifted dramatically.

Every Team Leader in the Demon Suppression Bureau held an eighth-rank official post, commanding a squad and wielding real authority.

He prided himself on his outstanding talent—entering the String-Hearing Realm in his early twenties, now half a step into the Bone Resonance Realm, considered a standout among the younger generation across the entire Longyou Circuit.

Yet despite all that, he was still just an ordinary Demon Suppression Guard.

All because the Demon Suppression Bureau never looked at background, only at merit.

But why.

Why her.

This woman—a newcomer who had just joined the Demon Suppression Bureau, who hadn't even accumulated any merit—could leap straight to Team Leader?

A ridiculous thought began to stir in his mind.

Could it be that she had single-handedly slain a Bone-Resonating great demon?

What a joke!

What did a Bone-Resonating great demon even mean?

An ordinary String-Hearing Realm martial artist, even one half a step into Bone-Resonating, would only be crushed facing a Bone-Resonating great demon.

Just then.

Jiang Yuechu took a scroll of documents from her bosom and unfurled it before everyone's eyes.

Everyone present was a martial artist, their eyesight naturally sharp, so they could clearly make out the characters on it.

A sharp-eyed man subconsciously read aloud.

"By order of Lieutenant General Xu Changfeng of the Longyou Circuit Commandery, Jiang Yuechu is hereby appointed as the eighth-rank Team Leader of the Mysterious Battalion, Demon Suppression Guard, Longyou Circuit, commanding one squad of Demon Suppression Guards."

Now, everyone understood.

No wonder this young woman dared to charge into the barracks alone, no wonder she dared to call people out by name—turns out she was their future superior.

The previously noisy courtyard fell silent in an instant.

All eyes fixed squarely on Jiang Yuechu, tinged with shock and doubt.

At this age, with this kind of skill, this kind of backing...

The fat, burly monk's eyes rolled, and his face instantly piled up with smiles. Clutching his gourd of wine, he sidled over.

"This humble monk, Bujie, greets Team Leader Jiang!"

"Look, look at this humble monk's eyes—I knew Team Leader Jiang was no ordinary fish! You see, this Chen Tong is a rough fellow, always had this temper. You, a person of great magnanimity, don't stoop to his level. How about putting the blade down first?"

As he spoke, his hand reached for the scabbard pressing on Chen Tong's shoulder, trying to lift it.

The next second.

His expression changed.

He secretly exerted all his strength, but the scabbard was rooted in place, not budging an inch.

Only then did he realize the terrifying force Chen Tong was enduring!

This little woman looked slender, yet possessed such monstrous strength!

Jiang Yuechu glanced sideways, her cold gaze falling on the monk's hand.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

The monk's smile froze instantly, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he hastily withdrew his hand.

"Wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare—this humble monk has no such intention!"

Jiang Yuechu withdrew her gaze and swept it calmly across the crowd in the courtyard.

"Listen up."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the few who had been whispering.

"I, Jiang Yuechu, don't like to talk much, and I don't like to meddle."

"Whether you spend your days cockfighting and dog racing, or drinking and making merry, I don't care at all."

"But... fair warning first."

Jiang Yuechu's gaze suddenly turned sharp.

"I don't care if you're a wandering hero, a noble scion, a monk, or an assassin... here, there's only one rule."

She raised her hand and pulled the scabbard back from Chen Tong's shoulder.

Chen Tong collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, gasping for breath.

"And that is... my rule."

"Anyone who's dissatisfied or won't accept this, get the hell out now."

"If you don't want to leave, but still plan to stir up trouble under me... then first weigh whether your own neck is hard enough."

Her gaze lingered on Liu Ke, Bujie, and Chen Tong, pausing on each of them for a moment.

"Got it?"

"..."

No one dared to speak.

Jiang Yuechu furrowed her brow.

"Hm?"

The fat monk hurriedly shouted, "Got it! We all got it!"

"Got... got it!"

Everyone chimed in.

But the scattered, half-hearted voices were truly hard to bear.

Jiang Yuechu clicked her tongue.

She pressed her thumb against the blade, pushing it an inch out of the sheath.

Hum—

The blade scraped against the scabbard, letting out a trembling ring.

The crowd jolted in fright, and the earlier flippancy vanished in an instant.

"GOT IT!!!"

This time, the men in the courtyard answered in unison, their voices booming.

Even Liu Ke found himself shouting loudly without thinking.

But the moment he did, his face flushed red.

How could he lose his composure like this, cowed so badly by a woman!

Though he was unwilling to admit it.

He truly felt no small amount of pressure from this young girl.

Since she'd already met with her subordinates.

She had no interest in staying here to watch these grown men continue gambling and drinking.

Besides, if she lingered, not only would she feel uncomfortable, but her men would too.

Why make things difficult for herself?

Leaving the barracks, Jiang Yuechu recalled that the Bureau had assigned her a house in the city, and couldn't help but feel a bit emotional.

In just a short time, from a powerless prisoner to an eighth-rank Team Leader, a Bone Resonance Realm martial artist.

Now she not only had silver, but a house as well.

All she could say was—the future looked bright!

So she decided to go check out her new home.

Following the address the One-Eyed Old Man had mentioned in her memory, she hummed a few off-key tunes, strolling leisurely out of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Liangzhou was nestled deep in the Longyou region. Though not as bustling as the Capital City, it had its own atmosphere.

On the long street, merchants gathered in droves, hawking cries rising and falling without end.

Colorful banners fluttered in the wind; taverns and tea houses were packed with people, shoulder to shoulder.

The Demon Suppression Bureau's headquarters was stationed here, suppressing the sounds of blades and the aura of demons, allowing the city's common folk to live and work in peace, undisturbed by evil.

Walking among them, Jiang Yuechu felt a trace of long-lost street life.

Though this place couldn't compare to the majestic grandeur of Chang'an in the Capital City from her memories, it still let her truly sense the vitality of this world.

The bloody winds of Jincheng County, the foul mud of the Black River's banks—all seemed to fade away with the surging crowd.

The house allocated by the Demon Suppression Bureau was located in the east of Liangzhou City, right next to the city wall.

This area was called the Demon-Pacifying Ward, named specifically for the Demon Suppression Bureau.

After all, many in the Bureau had families, and they couldn't all cram into the headquarters.

So this place was specially set up—anyone of eighth rank or above got a free allocation here.

As for ninth-rank Demon Suppression Guards, they could purchase at an extremely low price.

It was one of the Bureau's major perks for its men.

The ward's streets were wide and clean, lined with tall trees that cast patches of shade even in the scorching summer heat.

The courtyards and houses were arranged in neat order, not luxurious, but with green bricks and black tiles, presenting a tidy appearance.

Occasionally, a Demon Suppression Guard in civilian clothes would pass by with a blade at their waist, their expression lacking the cold hardness of the headquarters and carrying instead a touch of the mundane warmth of ordinary folk.

Following the address, Jiang Yuechu arrived before a small courtyard within the ward.

Before she even drew close, she could see someone waiting at the entrance from afar.

The person wore a short cyan jacket, appeared to be around forty years old, with a lean face and two thin whiskers, pacing back and forth in agitation.

Upon seeing Jiang Yuechu, the man hurriedly approached, his face plastered with a fawning smile, bowing as he cautiously asked, "Are you Lord Jiang in person?"

Jiang Yuechu looked at him with confusion, puzzled in her heart.

How did this man recognize her?

"You are..."

Hearing this, the man promptly introduced himself, nodding and bowing as he said, "This humble one is a minor clerk of the Demon-Pacifying Ward, surnamed Li, given name Fu. I received orders from the headquarters long ago that a lord would be moving in today, so I have been waiting here specifically to guide the lord."

Jiang Yuechu listened and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

So this was why everyone wanted to be an official.

She was merely an eighth-rank Team Leader, yet there was someone specially waiting for her.

If she hadn't come today, wouldn't this man have waited in vain?