Just Want Peace and Leisure

Zhou Chunfeng sighed and said, "You Fei is indeed a little stubborn, but with the Thunderlight Fire Seal, even if she cannot win, she can still escape safely. Besides, slaying demons and exterminating devils is the Night Guard's duty. I'll send men from the Divine Capital Office to escort you, and Zhou Hen will protect you."

Li Qingxian raised his brows. "Little Uncle Zhou, are you really willing to do something with no chance of winning?"

"No."

Li Qingxian was only halfway through smiling when Zhou Hen said, "But I want to meet a Third Rank Demon Sect cultivator and see whether they can swallow my Curved Saber Awl Sword."

He had been careless.

After a moment of silence, Li Qingxian shook his head. "Uncle Zhou, Sister You Fei, I'm a straightforward person. This is obviously acting on impulse, without any thorough planning—just a slap on the forehead. I did far too much of this as a child. Now that I've grown up, after reflecting bitterly on past pain, I've decided to live differently and absolutely never do such things again. So this isn't suitable for me. If it really won't work, find someone else. I think Ye Han is actually a good person. He'll be fine. After all, he's the Marquis of Dingbei's son."

A strange expression appeared on Zhou Chunfeng's face.

"You really are soft-hearted. But from now on, stay away from Ye Han. Do not become close with him, understand?" Zhou Chunfeng said sternly.

"Oh? I understand." Li Qingxian instantly realized that Zhou Chunfeng had discovered a major problem with Ye Han; otherwise, he would not have spoken so harshly.

"We can give you a Heavenly Venerable Token." Jiang Youfei's voice was as fine and gentle as her body, yet it concealed resilience and stubbornness.

"Something from thousands of years ago? Would anyone recognize it?" Li Qingxian asked.

Zhou Chunfeng patiently explained, "The old Heavenly Venerable Tokens were indeed revered by the entire Dao Sect. Treasures from over a thousand years ago are mostly not acknowledged by the new Dao Sect. You Fei's Heavenly Venerable Token, however, is the Sky Firmament Sect's own token. There are only three in all. As long as you present one, the Sky Firmament Sect is willing to do one thing for you—anything that does not violate the moral principles of the Human Race." Zhou Chunfeng stressed the final three words.

For some reason, Jiang Youfei turned her head aside and did not look at Li Qingxian.

"No matter how good a Heavenly Venerable Token is, you still need to be alive to take it. My name is Qingxian—I have no lofty ambitions and only want to live out my life steadily and safely. This struggle between the Dao Sect and Demon Sect is far too terrifying. I don't dare get involved. Uncle Zhou, you pulled me out of Ministry of Revenue Street. Surely you wouldn't push me into a demon's mouth, right?" Li Qingxian stood, walked to the dining table, and stacked the pastries from the surrounding plates onto the plate in the center.

Zhou Chunfeng looked toward Jiang Youfei and gently shook his head.

"But you just praised me as incomparably righteous," Jiang Youfei said.

Li Qingxian said, "If I were a Fourth Rank grandmaster, and Uncle Zhou had been harmed by the Demon Sect, I would definitely avenge him just like you. But I'm not even Entry Rank yet, weak enough that I couldn't tie up a chicken. Asking me to face a Principal Third Rank cultivator is not a question of righteousness or lack thereof—it's a question of stupidity or lack thereof. I used to like solving problems with my fists, and as a result, I got beaten up every day. Now, I'm going to solve problems with my brain."

Li Qingxian curled the index finger of his right hand and lightly tapped his temple, while his left hand lifted the plate full of pastries.

"Uncle Zhou, thank you for the pastries. I'll return the plate later." Li Qingxian spoke as he headed outside.

After taking two steps, Li Qingxian turned back and looked at Jiang Youfei. "Sister You Fei, we're all our own people, so don't mind my bluntness. This needs to be considered over the long term. Look, I was nearly murdered, yet haven't I obediently swallowed my anger? What else can I do? How about this—you help me find the mastermind behind the attempt on my life, and kill them all one by one. Then I'll agree immediately. Oh, right, Uncle Zhou, has our Night Guard found anything?"

"We have some leads. But I've already made it known that they will never dare act recklessly again." Zhou Chunfeng glared at Li Qingxian. This was called swallowing his anger?

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou." Li Qingxian flashed a brilliant smile.

Zhou Chunfeng sighed. "Qingxian, I can guarantee your safety. Otherwise, I would not have sought you out. How about this? We'll give you another three days. If you still don't agree after three days, we'll think of another way."

"Fine. Three days from now, I'll give Uncle Zhou and You Fei my final answer. Uncle Zhou, Little Uncle Zhou, Sister You Fei, goodbye." Like a cultured and sensible scholar, Li Qingxian bid them farewell with utmost respect.

Watching Li Qingxian walk away, Zhou Chunfeng said, "You Fei, don't blame him. He has suffered quite a lot. His illnesses have not even fully recovered, and he has been harmed again and again. If anyone were in his place, it would be hard for them to face a Third Rank Demon Sect cultivator."

"I don't blame him..." Jiang Youfei softly sighed, then turned to gaze wistfully out the window. The fire in her eyes went out as the setting sun sank.

Li Qingxian carried the plate and walked slowly, pondering the entire chain of events once more along the way. In the end, he shook his head.

His most urgent task was still to find a way to reach Entry Rank and cultivate Fate Arts.

Just as he approached the entrance of the Street Patrol Office, a startled cry rang out.

"Dear brother!" A fair, plump, tall, and sturdy figure charged toward him.

Behind him, Zheng Hui and Han Anbo wore helpless expressions.

Li Qingxian handed the plate to Yu Ping, picked up four small pastries, and walked toward Zheng Hui and Han Anbo.

"Brother Zheng, Brother Han, they're just little things. Have a couple of bites with me. We can't let Yu Ping swallow them all by himself." Li Qingxian smiled.

"Alright!" Zheng Hui and Han Anbo accepted Li Qingxian's pastries and ate them.

After the two finished the pastries, they headed toward the Jia-Nine Office with Li Qingxian, while Yu Ping followed behind them, eating with great gusto.

After only a few steps, a gate guard came running over. Seeing Zheng Hui, he said, "Captain Zheng, your son came again. He said he and his friends caught a few rabbits, and they're roasting them tonight. He wants you to go back."

Zheng Hui looked awkwardly at Li Qingxian and the other two.

Other than on rest days, ordinary Night Guards could not leave the office after dismissal unless they had official business.

Han Anbo said, "Captain Zheng, go home. You can't keep your family waiting."

"Even if we went along, the round trip would take nearly two hours, and it would be easy for someone to notice. Better wait until our team has a rest day and go to your home together for a meal. We can meet Big Official too. I remember only seeing him twice, and we barely exchanged a few words," Li Qingxian said.

"Alright, then I'll head back first."

"Brother Zheng, don't forget to bring back a rabbit. Half of one will do if you can't manage a whole one. We aren't picky." Yu Ping swallowed the pastry in his mouth and spoke clearly.

"You little brat, all you know is eating!" Zheng Hui laughed and cursed, waved a hand, then turned and left.

Watching Zheng Hui's figure disappear beyond the gate, Li Qingxian asked, "Are we still having dinner tonight?"

Yu Ping chewed on peanut crisp and mumbled, "No need. Brother Zheng will definitely bring back rabbit."

Li Qingxian pointed at the nearly empty plate. "This whole plate of pastries doesn't count as dinner?"

"Snacks are snacks. Dinner is dinner."

"What a perfectly reasonable argument! You two go shoot the breeze under the big locust tree. I'm going to the library to borrow a book and wait for Brother Zheng to return with rabbit."

"On the way, I'll look through the old case files and check out some old cases," Han Anbo said.

Li Qingxian nodded, and the two walked off together.

"What about me?" Yu Ping held the plate, his face full of confusion.

"Keep eating!" Li Qingxian and Han Anbo said in unison.

One searched for books on Fate Arts, while the other searched through old case files. Once they had found what they wanted, they returned to the Jia-Nine Office and each read their own.

After night fell, Zheng Hui sneakily slipped into the room and placed an oil-paper bundle on the table. As he opened it, he whispered, "Hurry and eat. Don't let the beasts from the other rooms smell it."

The three of them rushed over barefoot and gathered around the table.

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