Selecting the Office Chief

The world was a hard place. If I wanted to protect myself and those around me, I had to keep growing stronger. I still wasn't strong enough.

Wang Ling trained in martial arts to heal his daughter and fulfill his duty as a father. I trained to protect—to protect everyone I held dear.

If I have the strength to spare, I'd like to do something for the people of this world. When the nest is overturned, no egg remains whole. If darkness grips the world and Evil Spirits run rampant, no one can stay untouched, Lin Qing thought.

Several days later.

In a part of Shichuan Prefectural City, crowds of citizens raced through the streets as a squad of constables pursued several black-clad Martial Artists.

Suddenly, a sword beam descended from the sky and struck the black-clad men with unerring precision.

Sword Qi crisscrossed, slicing their bodies into chunks of flesh and blood.

Wang Ling descended from the sky, and the constables immediately dropped to one knee.

"Greetings, my lord!"

"Next target: Ningyuan Tower, in the South City lanes!"

Wang Ling left them with those words, then soared into the air and sped away.

"Yes, my lord! Follow me!"

The same scene unfolded across the Prefectural City. Many Spider Demon Cult Martial Artists lurking within it were rooted out, either hauled to the Soul-Calming Office Dungeon or killed on the spot.

Before long, the whole of Shichuan Prefectural City was in an uproar.

Outside the city.

In a dim Dungeon, Tan Yuchun slammed his palm onto a table, his eyes wide as bronze bells.

"That lunatic Wang Ling has been going berserk these past few days! Seven outposts destroyed, more than a hundred scouts killed or captured. At this rate, he'll wipe out every scout we have in the Prefectural