Letting You Train Life Skills, You Cultivated Into Divine Positions

The yamen clerk nodded hurriedly.

Chen Chun was still cursing, his words filled with agitation.

He struggled even harder upon hearing he was to be sent to the yamen for duty.

Seeing this, the yamen clerk gagged Chen Chun with a piece of cloth. He then called two colleagues to escort Chen Chun outside.

Only when the sounds gradually faded did the yamen clerk wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Zhou Mo glanced at his subordinate, "Did I do the right thing?"

The yamen clerk quickly cupped his fists, "Your subordinate believes you did, sir."

Zhou Mo let out a cold laugh, "I'm sacrificing my own merit, giving up any hope of promotion, and bringing people from the Lin family under my command. This is karma."

"It's only because he has no one behind him. It has nothing to do with me."

The yamen clerk bowed his head in assent, but inwardly grumbled.

Promotion?

His subordinates all knew that Zhou Mo would never get promoted.

He had been a Bronze Captain for so many years, yet his achievements were still a hundred thousand miles short.

It was just a casual act on his part.

And it was done with extreme discretion, leaving no room for error.

What could the higher-ups do even if they found out?

Would they really eliminate a Bronze Captain who had killed many demonic creatures for an undercover agent who hadn't even reached the Body Infusion Realm?

Although it might chill the hearts of some undercover agents, this matter would never get out.

The implications were too complex. The yamen clerk knew his position was too low to dare utter a word.

"I heard that Chen Chun has some connection with Qin An," the yamen clerk added after some thought.

Zhou Mo's tone was indifferent, "He's just a newly appointed Bronze Captain. He has no background, no strength, and is completely alone. What if he has connections?"

"Besides, even if he found out, he wouldn't stand up for Chen Chun. Both logically and emotionally, I am in the right."

"Don't mind him."

The yamen clerk knew his words were true.

As a Bronze Captain, why would he offend another Bronze Captain for the sake of an undercover agent?

Soon, the room fell silent.

Zhou Mo drank his tea while thinking about which entertainment district to visit next.

The next day.

Qin An left his home early and walked through the streets of Ling Prefecture.

Ling Prefecture was prosperous; Ding County couldn't even compare.

The sheer clamor around him, even on a single street, was equivalent to the entire prosperity of Ding County.

Qin An followed the street, made a few inquiries, and arrived in front of a medical clinic.

A plaque hung above the clinic, bearing the words "East Glow Hall."

Dozens of patients were inside, forming a long queue.

The Reversing Gang Qi technique stated that one needed to condense Qi into needles and, like a physician, insert them into the major acupoints of the body.

Qin An intended to unlock the Healer profession. Perhaps with his Healer talent, he could try to comprehend Reversing Gang Qi.

Upon entering East Glow Hall, he was hit by a strong medicinal scent.

It was normal for a clinic to have a medicinal smell, but the large number of people queuing made Qin An frown.

Treating patients wasn't a quick process. Dozens of people might not seem like many, but if each person took the time of an incense stick, the day would pass quickly.

Qin An felt he might have come a bit too early today.

As he thought this, the queue ahead of him naturally parted.

Qin An raised an eyebrow, noticing that the patients were all looking at him with uncertain, surprised eyes.

After a moment's thought, Qin An understood why.

He was dressed in black today, with a bronze plaque and a black blade at his waist. His identity was self-evident.

The common people have always feared officials.

Qin An thought for a moment and then stepped forward.

He wouldn't take much time. As soon as he learned the Healer profession, he could go back and practice his proficiency.

At the table in front, however, sat not an old man, but a young man in plain clothes.

The young man was taking the pulse of a commoner. Sensing an anomaly, he looked up and saw Qin An approach.

"I have something to discuss."

Qin An stated concisely, "It won't take up much of your time. Could you accommodate me?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding commoners wore expressions of surprise.

Normally, these gentlemen in black robes appeared unapproachable, so why was this one being so polite today?

The young man in plain clothes paused slightly and called to a nearby shop assistant, "You maintain order for now. Sir, please follow me."

Qin An nodded and followed the young man into the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard was spacious, with waist-high shelves holding medicinal herbs.

"I am Cheng Sufeng. May I ask your name and your business?" the young man in plain clothes asked with a slight bow.

Qin An said calmly, "I have some money. I've come to learn medicine. I don't need anything too profound, just a basic understanding."

Cheng Sufeng pondered, "Why does sir wish to learn medicine?"

Qin An raised an eyebrow. "I like it."

Cheng Sufeng: "..."

Qin An continued, "If not, I'll find another place."

He didn't want to waste time. It was a yes or no situation.

The Evil Extermination Division was busy, and new missions could come at any time. Before then, he wanted to get a handle on being a healer, gaining another skill for self-preservation.

Cheng Sufeng thought for a moment and walked into a room. "Please wait a moment, sir."

A short while later, Cheng Sufeng emerged from the room holding a book, which he handed to Qin An.

"To get started, you just need to memorize this book."

Qin An took the book.

There was a line of small text on the cover: Herbal Medicine Primer.

"I just need to memorize it?" Qin An frowned.

He had some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine in his past life, and memorization was the most basic step.

But now Cheng Sufeng was saying he could get started just by memorizing it, which seemed a bit too hasty.

Cheng Sufeng chuckled, "Memorizing it will give you a general idea and allow you to get started, which is fine. Afterward, you'll need to personally identify various herbs and deal with many other matters, which is more complex."

Qin An didn't understand. Perhaps healers in the Great Gan Dynasty were different from those in his past life.

Since he had already transmigrated, he felt there was no need to overthink this method of entry. Otherwise, he'd just be making trouble for himself.

"How much?" Qin An asked.

Cheng Sufeng waved his hand. "It's just a few sheets of paper."

Qin An took some money from his coin pouch and placed it in Cheng Sufeng's hand before turning to leave. "Here you go."

Cheng Sufeng was slightly taken aback. As he watched Qin An's retreating back, a hint of interest flickered in his eyes.

Just then, footsteps sounded in the courtyard.

A middle-aged man, exuding a formidable aura, entered the inner courtyard.

As soon as he entered, the man handed the black robes he was holding to Cheng Sufeng. "Sir, they've been washed and changed."

On the black robes, a silver plaque glinted coldly.

Cheng Sufeng glanced up at the clothes and the plaque, then said slowly, "Take them to the room."

The middle-aged man respectfully bowed his head in acknowledgment, not daring to say more. After taking the black robes and the silver plaque to the room, he came back out. "Sir, did that Bronze Captain disturb your cultivation just now?"

Cheng Sufeng heard this and shook his head. "It's nothing. The Suwen Cultivation Method requires experiencing the myriad states of healers, and he was one of those states. I just found it interesting."

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned.