Wuming the Constable

"There's a character card too?"

Li Muyang looked at the settlement screen in surprise as a pitch-black card materialized before him.

On the card's intricate patterned surface, a man dressed in a pitch-black constable's uniform with a long saber at his waist wore a faint, unfathomably mysterious smile. Behind him stood Loushan City beneath the moonlight...

Judging from the illustration alone, this Wuming character card looked quite cool.

"Never mind the Blood Demon Path hating me, but the Tianyuan Dynasty hates me too?"

Li Muyang stared speechlessly at the faction reputation listed on the character card, unable to understand where this hostile reputation had come from.

He had clearly done the Tianyuan Dynasty a huge favor, yet not only had the imperial court failed to thank him, it actually hated him.

"No wonder the Tianyuan Dynasty is in its final years. One look tells you that rotten wood serves as officials in the court, while beasts feast on emoluments within the palace halls. There isn't a single normal person among them."

"I helped you people, and you actually held a grudge against me... Tch..."

"But what kind of faction is this Ever-Victorious Army?"

Li Muyang looked at the faction reputation on the character card in confusion. He did not recall such a faction appearing in Loushan City.

Could it be referring to that potbellied Commander Wu?

As he watched the character card vanish from his view and enter the illustration catalog, Li Muyang realized he had finished reading all the settlement results.

At the center of the vast unfurled scroll, a storm of clouds and mist slowly revolved. Several large words floated at the eye of the storm.

[Searching for Fairy...]

As a veteran gamer, Li Muyang had more or less understood how this game system worked by now.

It would search for different instances, generate different characters for Li Muyang to clear, and grant different rewards after he succeeded.

Although the interface looked very much like a mobile game, there was no top-up button and no shop interface.

At the top right were his character attributes: [Li Muyang: Qi Refinement, Second Heaven (12%)].

This digitized experience bar more or less represented Li Muyang's current cultivation realm. He was still a long way from Qi Refinement, Third Heaven.

Below the experience bar was the character catalog, but Li Muyang currently possessed only one character card: [Wuming]. Apparently, he would have to clear other games in the future to obtain new character cards.

He just did not know what these character cards were for.

After roughly looking over the updated system interface, Li Muyang yawned and opened his eyes.

Having stayed up for two nights in a row, he was unbearably sleepy now. He felt like he could fall asleep the moment he lay down.

But daylight had already broken outside, and he could hear Guan Xiaoshun splashing water as he washed up in the neighboring courtyard. It was getting late.

Although Li Muyang was sleepy enough to want to collapse into bed, he could only force himself up and continue today's sheep-herding work.

After washing up briefly, Li Muyang pushed open the door and stepped outside.

Before leaving, he glanced at the filthy wooden cabinet. Inside lay the two jin of spirit rice he had just put away.

But a pauper so poor he was nearly unable to uncover his cooking pot did not need to worry about anyone coming to steal his rice.

All Li Muyang wanted now was to finish work quickly and return that night to cook himself a meal.

The spirit rice would probably smell even better once cooked. What did premium spirit rice taste like... It was something to look forward to.

This game system really was generous. It handed out premium spirit rice as casually as could be.

It was just a little too generous.

Even if Li Muyang could not finish eating such high-quality premium spirit rice, he did not dare sell it outside.

If premium spirit rice appeared in the outer sect market... one or two jin would be one thing, but if too much appeared, people would definitely set their sights on him.

A treasure like the Endless Spirit Rice Jar would probably tempt even the sect elders if they learned of it.

Once word leaked out, there was no way Li Muyang could keep it.

The order and justice within a demonic sect like the Demon Refining Sect were like the panties of a cyber female Bodhisattva: it was not that they did not exist, but often a light tug would make them fall right off.

If Li Muyang wanted to live peacefully, he had to carefully keep the Spirit Rice Jar's secret.

Yawning as he left, Li Muyang happily found the steward, collected his magical artifact and identity token, then familiarly drove a flock of Two-Legged Sheep into the mountains.

In the valley shrouded by drifting blood mist, Li Muyang drove all the Two-Legged Sheep inside before dropping onto the roadside and falling asleep.

The air was thick with a pungent stench of blood, but Li Muyang slept soundly.

Ever since transmigrating into this world, Li Muyang was sleeping this well for the first time.

Because he had finally seen hope for changing his life.

Deep within the distant Blood Mist Valley, while Li Muyang snored away amid the mist.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over the mountain road outside Loushan City.

A horse-drawn cart loaded with vegetables and fruit traveled along the rugged mountain path.

The bleak mountain song of the driver, tinged with a northwestern accent, echoed through the mountains.

Inside the cart bed, the constable resting with his eyes closed suddenly opened them.

The next second, the constable flipped to his feet and leaped down from the cart.

His pitch-black constable's uniform billowed in the night wind. The constable, silent the entire way, suddenly abandoned the cart and ran down the mountain road.

This abrupt action gave the driver a fright.

"Hey? Constable sir!"

The driver instinctively tried to call out and stop him, but the constable moved as swiftly as lightning.

After taking a single step, he appeared out of thin air more than ten zhang away in the next instant.

That ghostly figure, as though he had shrunk the earth into inches, made the driver's eyes bulge at once.

"An... an immortal?"

This movement technique, where one step carried him more than ten zhang, was exactly like the earth-shrinking art from a storyteller's tales!

The driver stared wide-eyed and dumbfounded, forgetting how to speak for a moment.

Meanwhile, the constable who had abandoned the cart flickered several times along the mountain road like a ghost. Each flicker came three seconds apart, and after several consecutive flickers, he climbed to the end of the rugged path and saw the inn beyond the mountain pass.

The old inn bearing the sign [Horse Post Pavilion] stood silently amid the forest.

Under the setting sun, the inn was plated in a dim, blood-red glow, making it seem inexplicably eerie.

The constable stood by the roadside and gently let out a breath. Then a smile appeared on his face as he walked toward the inn with his saber at his waist, casually pushing open its doors.

Within the quiet inn hall sat a fairy in green robes, with a Glaze Immortal Sword strapped to her back.

Several wanderers of the martial world were scattered throughout the hall, seemingly unfamiliar with one another.

Yet the moment the constable stepped through the inn doors, everyone's gaze fell upon him.

The several wanderers exchanged glances without betraying any emotion.

The enthusiastic waiter approached with a broad smile.

"Honored guest, are you stopping for a meal or staying the night..."

But before the waiter could finish speaking, the constable who had suddenly barged into the inn like an uninvited guest walked straight past him and headed toward the Glaze Fairy at the center of the hall.

In an instant, every gaze in the inn focused on the nameless constable.

Under those watchful eyes filled with inscrutable meaning, the constable walked directly up to the Glaze Fairy, extended his right hand, and smiled as he spoke a sudden, rude sentence.

"Fairy, may I borrow your immortal sword?"