The Young Tyrant

At this time, a considerable number of people were still at the foot of the mountain, and they all looked on with envy when they saw Lin Qing arrive.

At the age of twenty, he overcame the True Astral Force and was promoted to Constable Chief. Since the establishment of the Prefectural City Soul-Calming Office, no one else has ever done this.

"Lin Qing, you're too strong! Are you a monster?"

Suddenly, Ma Ziye came bounding over from the crowd, her face beaming with joy.

Li Ping, Wei Dong, and the other two followed behind, all with joy on their faces.

"Lin Qing, I never expected you to be so strong. I underestimated you once again. I thought you would have a hard time defeating True Gang Realm Martial Artist, but now it seems I was too naive," Li Ping remarked.

"Brother Lin Qing is amazing! No, from now on we should call him Lord Lin!" Lin Shurou clapped her hands repeatedly.

Lin Qing laughed and said, "With such good news, we should celebrate! Tonight it's my treat, let's go to a restaurant in the Inner City for a good meal!"

"Great! It's been a while since I've been to the Inner City. My mouth is practically watering from the blandness." Wei Dong's eyes lit up.

On the other side.

In a private room at the Soul-Calming Office's headquarters, Ao Ziyi lay on the bed. After swallowing a pill, the pain in his arm lessened considerably.

"Ziyi, your performance today has disappointed me greatly. As a strong person, you should have a stable mindset. Even if you don't show your emotions, you shouldn't act like a child and make a fuss." Ao Xiong stood at the head of the bed, his face gloomy.

"Grandpa, I'm guilty. I just didn't expect Lin Qing to be so powerful. His physique is terrifying. That punch had the force of tens of thousands of pounds. Do you think it's possible that he could actually master the Unity Heaven Art?" Ao Ziyi asked with a worried expression.

"Impossible. The Unity Heaven Art is a legend. No one has ever mastered it in all these years. What is Lin Qing? So what if he has some martial arts Talent? Even the geniuses of the Imperial City families couldn't master it before. Lin Qing certainly can't either. Or perhaps the Unity Heaven Art is just a fake." Ao Xiong sneered.

However, he changed his tone again, his brows furrowing slightly. "However, Lin Qing is indeed extraordinary. With such a physique, he must have cultivated at least thirty kinds of internal energy. Once he steps into the True Astral Force, his combat power will reach an immeasurable level. Most importantly, he is only twenty years old, too young."

"Grandpa, are you going to act secretly? This is too risky. I think we should think it over carefully," Ao Ziyi said.

"Now that we're on the Yinyuan Sect's ship, we have to find a way to eliminate Lin Qing to prevent the emergence of a second Wang Ling. However, how could I possibly take action myself? Naturally, I'll use someone else to do the Yinyuan Sect send another expert to handle it. You don't need to worry about this. Just focus on recovering from your injuries. Your grandpa has been in the Soul-Calming Office for so many years, and I know how to do things properly," Ao Xiong, stroking his beard.

Within an hour of Lin Qing's promotion to the Constable Chief, the news had spread Prefectural City, and all the powerful forces with some status were paying close attention.

They were keeping a close eye on every move of the Soul-Calming Office.

"Pill Embrace True Astral Force of the Elixir? Interesting. It seems Wang Ling is still dreaming, hoping Lin Qing can cultivate the Unity Heaven Art to save his daughter's life. What wishful thinking." Deng Qianyu lay lazily on the bed, casually tossing the intelligence report that the servant had just brought onto the table.

"Sir, this little beast is growing too fast. Keeping him around will only cause trouble sooner or later. We must find a way to get rid of him," Luo Wandeng said from the side.

"Nonsense, do you think I don't want to get rid of him? The Eight Gold Tokens Constable are all super geniuses trained by the Soul-Calming Office. Which one of them do I not want to touch? This requires the right opportunity and a sufficient amount of intelligence to support it!" Deng Qianyu rolled her eyes and said irritably.

"You're right, sir. This matter can't be rushed." Luo Wandeng quickly lowered his head. During this time, he had completely figured out Deng Qianyu's temperament. She was ruthless, unpredictable, and he had to be careful in his words and actions.

However, he secretly cursed the Yinyuan Sect members as useless; with so many Martial Artists in the sect, they couldn't even kill a single person with such difficulty.

He had provided a lot of information about Lin Qing's whereabouts during this period, but the Yinyuan Sect did nothing. Now that Lin Qing's strength has improved further, the chance of killing him is even slimmer.

"This is none of your business, don't meddle. You just need to continue searching for the children. As long as the Thousand Infant Banquet can be successfully held and the Evil Spirit is welcomed, what is Wang Ling Lin Qing? Even Wang Ling will die," Deng Qianyu said coldly.

"Yes, sir!" Luo Wandeng replied, bowed, and left the flower hall.

Night falls.

Lin Qing and his companions arrived at Drunken Immortal Tower in the Inner City. This five-story restaurant was famous for its fish, which was reasonably priced and backed by the Soul-Calming Office, making it a thriving business.

At this moment, the restaurant was still packed with people, with diners at almost every table.

Lin Qing and his three companions sat on the third floor by the window, eating and drinking.

The four were enjoying their meal when a group of people suddenly emerged from a nearby side room. The leader was a young nobleman in brocade robes, his face flushed from drinking and his speech incoherent.

He walked unsteadily, needing two servants to support him as he walked.

"Let go, don't help me up, I'm not drunk!"

"Young Master Liu, you're drunk. Perhaps the servants could help you. If you fall, it'll be difficult to explain to Master Liu," the waiter leading the way said with a smile.

At this moment, many people nearby turned their gazes to this person, their eyes filled with disgust.

Who is this person?

"The third young master of the Liu Family is a good-for-nothing and one of the four most notorious troublemakers in the Prefectural City. He's done a lot of bad things, so everyone should stay away from him."

"So it was him. He broke into Ma San Niang's West City Alley with malicious intent. Fortunately, the Night Patrol Team from the nearby night patrol Constable in time, otherwise, Ma San Niang would have been violated."

Lin Qing heard people whispering around him, but he didn't pay any attention to it; after all, there are scumbags everywhere.

Unexpectedly, as this person passed by the crowd, his gaze swept over them and landed on Lin Shurou's face. His eyes widened in surprise, and then a lewd look appeared on his face.

"Oh, what a beautiful young lady! Accompany me home tonight, and I'll reward you with a thousand taels of silver."

"Young master, the young master said not to cause any more trouble," a lean old man whispered beside him.

"Never mind me, Uncle Wang. How is this trouble-making?"

"Young master, you're drunk. Take him away quickly!" the old man said in a deep voice.

"Let go! I'm not drunk, I'm perfectly sober. This little beauty is really pretty, I have to take her home today!" With that, the young master surnamed Liu reached out to grab Lin Shurou's clothes.

Lin Shurou frowned. Wei Dong, who was opposite her, was already furious. He suddenly stood up, reached out and grabbed Liu Teng's hand in mid-air. Then he twisted it with a sudden force, turning it at an angle. Liu Teng let out a scream.

"Ouch, Uncle Wang, this kid hit me! Quick, do something about it!"

The old man beside him frowned, reached out and struck out with his palm. Wei Dong withdrew his hand and countered, his palms facing each other.

Wei Dong was no match for him at all and was suddenly knocked back, his body crashing into the window.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, Lin Qing reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back. Then he turned around and threw a punch at the old man.

The old man immediately retaliated with a punch. Their fists collided, and a crisp sound of bones cracking echoed. The old man's face changed drastically, his right arm twisted and deformed, and his body was also propelled backward by the tremendous force.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Qing kicked out, like a long whip sweeping across, striking the man squarely in the chest. The man flew out, smashed through the window behind him, and fell to the ground below.

Kneel down!

Lin Qing's gaze sharpened, and he slapped Liu Teng on the shoulder. The latter's body went limp, and he knelt on the ground, his face filled with terror.

"I hate arrogant young masters like you more than anything in my life. Don't leave today. Kneel here until I'm satisfied!" Lin Qing said coldly.

"This is Drunken Immortal Tower, a property of the Soul-Calming Office. If you dare to lay a hand on anyone, you're dead!" Liu Teng shouted.

At this moment, a group of guards from Drunken Immortal Tower hurried over. The waiter leading the way whispered a few words in the ear of the old man at the head of the group. The old man frowned and bowed to Lin Qing, saying, "Lord Lin, we're sorry to have spoiled your mood. We'll take this person away first, and we'll definitely give you a satisfactory explanation later."

"I don't want to encounter this kind of thing a second time," Lin Qing said coldly.

"Yes, sir!" The old man bowed, his gaze sweeping over the group. "Take him away!"

Liu Teng was stunned. Anyone who could be addressed as "sir" by the manager of Drunken Immortal Tower must be an official from the Soul-Calming Office. Only then did he realize that he had kicked a hornet's nest.