The Might of the Martial Aspect

The Eye of True Sight flashed green as batch after batch of people filed in.

Tan Qing yawned and boredly swept his gaze over the crowd dressed in all manner of clothing.

This kind of dull, miserable job that was practically standing guard was only done by newcomers to the Law Enforcement Society like him, or fringe members who had failed to make anything of themselves.

"Why do you look so lifeless?" His friend beside him nudged Tan Qing with an elbow and winked. "After our shift, I'll take you somewhere nice. Guaranteed to perk you up and put you in a good mood."

After glancing over, Tan Qing lit a cigarette and took two deep drags. "How much longer do you think it'll take before we become C-rank Armed Envoys?"

"Didn't they say that within two years of joining, everyone would get one chance to strengthen their [Bloodline Armament]?" His friend scratched his head, asked for a cigarette, and played with it in his hand.

"I don't expect to be able to awaken the so-called spirituality in my own [Bloodline Armament] someday, nor do I expect to gain the recognition of a [Bloodline Armament] with spirituality.

If I stick it out for a few years, I might not become rich and powerful, but I'll at least have food and drink for the rest of my life. What do you think?"

Seeing that Tan Qing did not respond, he laughed and cursed, "What are you looking at so intently?"

Following Tan Qing's gaze, the cigarette in his hand rolled to the ground. He blurted out involuntarily, "Holy... fuck!"

Above the heavens, dark clouds churned as an enormous Martial Aspect formed from Essence slowly emerged.

It was the bust of an old Taoist in white robes, with crane-white hair and beard,