Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 89 Yang Chenglu

"Come with me, I'll take you to see someone!"

"who?"

"Yang Chenglu, the Chief Envoy of the Town Soul Division of the Prefecture!" Wang Ling said.

Lin Qing's heart stirred slightly. This was a truly important figure, at the very top of the prefectural city. The only ones who could rival him were the prefectural governor and the city guard general.

Lin Qing was also curious about just how powerful this Chief Envoy of the Soul Suppression Division really was.

In a short while.

Lin Qing followed Wang Ling to a quiet courtyard in the center of the Zhenhun Division's town.

"This is Lord Yang's residence. Follow me!" Wang Ling stepped forward and knocked on the courtyard gate.

A strange light flashed in Lin Qing's eyes. He had thought that the residence of such an important person must be magnificent and grand, but he did not expect it to be so ordinary. From the outside, there was nothing special about it. There were a few gray stone walls and a few low stone houses, but he did not see any tall pavilions.

With a creak, the door opened, and an old man dressed in hemp clothing and wearing a straw hat appeared in front of Lin Qing. His skin was sallow, his face was full of wrinkles, and he exuded a simple and unpretentious temperament like the loess soil.

Lin Qing didn't feel any pressure from him at all, and thought he was Yang Chenglu's old servant, but Wang Ling's first words were completely unexpected.

"Lord Yang, the assessment for those who hold the Golden Token has begun this year. This is Lin Qing, who just successfully protected the Golden Token I bestowed upon him," Wang Ling said, bowing.

Lin Qing was startled. He hadn't expected this man to be the leader of the Soul Suppression Division. It was true that appearances can be deceiving. If he were walking down the street, he would most likely have mistaken him for an old farmer.

"Greetings, Lord Yang!" The thought flashed through Lin Qing's mind, and he cupped his hands and shouted.

Yang Chenglu's gaze first fell on Wang Ling: "Old Wang, I've already told you not to call me 'sir,' just call me Old Yang. Calling me 'sir' is too formal with our relationship."

As he spoke, Yang Chenglu beckoned the two men to walk into the courtyard. Wang Ling's expression remained unchanged: "The Soul Suppression Division must have its rules. You are the Chief Envoy, and you should have the dignity of a Chief Envoy. I should address you as 'Sir' when I see you; that's the rule!"

"You're just too inflexible. I told you to take the job, but you wouldn't have it. Who wants to be this damn envoy, stuck in town every day, never free?" Yang Chenglu complained as he walked inside.

"Lord Yang, please be careful with your words. You are the chief envoy, and there are some things that are inconvenient to say in front of your servants," Wang Ling reminded him sternly as he walked inside.

"What's wrong with the envoy? The envoy is a person too, can't he even complain?" Yang Chenglu didn't care about his image at all, and suddenly sat down under a ginkgo tree in the courtyard, holding a white porcelain bowl, and quickly shoveled rice into his mouth.

Lin Qing glanced around and saw that the furnishings in the courtyard were very simple: a few ginkgo trees, some weapon racks, and nothing else.

Yang Chenglu ate very ordinary food, just the most common millet rice.

"Old Wang, you have a bloody smell about you. I'm not trying to be mean, but sometimes you can't be this reckless. If you keep walking by the river, what if you get ambushed one day and something happens?" Yang Chenglu swallowed a big mouthful of rice, spitting out rice grains as he spoke, completely lacking the image of a wise man.

"Lord Yang, I know what I'm doing, but the main reason I came to see you today is to talk about the newly promoted Golden Order constable, not me," Wang Ling reminded him.

"Oh, look at my bad habit, Lin Qing. You're really something, kid. I already know what happened during your fight with Luo Tai. You were fully equipped with the Thirteen Bodyguards' external martial arts, tsk tsk, one punch and you took him down. That punching power is truly amazing." Yang Chenglu said, suddenly reaching out and pinching Lin Qing's body. "Not at the Dantian stage, but at the Huajin stage. It seems you possess nine different types of internal energy."

"I can't hide it from you, sir; it is indeed nine different kinds of power," Lin Qing said.

He thought he could hide his strength, but he didn't expect that the powerful people in the city were all sharp-eyed and could see through his secrets in no time.

"Nineteen years old, nine kinds of strength, truly a prodigy sent from heaven. No wonder Old Wang took a liking to you. At your age, I was far inferior to you. The Soul Suppressing Division has a worthy successor." Yang Chenglu sighed, a gratified smile appearing on his face, revealing two yellowish incisors.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard. The newcomers were Qiu Changming and Wei Dong.

"Lord Yang, this is Wei Dong, the newly appointed Jinling constable," Qiu Changming announced loudly.

"Greetings, Lord Yang!" Wei Dong hurriedly called out.

"Not bad, not bad. The Soul Suppression Division is becoming more and more prosperous. I set up the Eight Golden Tokens three years ago to select and cultivate martial arts prodigies."

Six had already been selected, and two more have been added today. You two will work like ordinary constables, doing your duties as usual. You can choose whichever of the three departments of the Soul Suppression Division you wish to join: Night Patrol, Yin-Yang, and Underworld Pacification. However, once decided today, your assignments cannot be changed arbitrarily.

"My lord, I wish to collect the body," Lin Qing said, bowing respectfully.

"Well, your master Wang Ling is in charge of the Night Patrol Division, so joining the corpse collection team is a good choice for you," Yang Chenglu said.

"I'll join the body collection team too," Wei Dong hurriedly said.

"Your master, Qiu Changming, is in charge of the Jingming Division," Yang Chenglu said.

"It's alright, I won't force you. Just do your job well in the corpse collection team," Qiu Changming said.

"Then it's settled. Old Wang, you handle this matter," Yang Chenglu said, turning around.

"There are still openings in Tang Ping's corpse-collecting team. You two can go and report to him tomorrow," Wang Ling said calmly.

"Yes, sir!" the two replied.

"If you two ever have any problems, you can come to me directly. As long as it's a problem you encounter on your martial arts journey, I will definitely help you solve it. This is the privilege of the Golden Order Constable."

However, every now and then, I will arrange for you to go out on missions. This is both an assessment and a training exercise,” Yang Chenglu added.

"Yes, sir!" Both of them nodded.

The fact that Jinling's constables were directly responsible to Yang Chenglu brought numerous hidden benefits.

"With the Golden Token in hand, the Soul Suppression Division will be your backer. You can show the Golden Token to anyone in trouble you encounter in the city," Yang Chenglu said.

Then, he changed the subject: "However, the Soul Suppression Division was established to protect the people of the world. If you abuse your power, I will not let you off easily!"

"Understood," the two replied.

"Finally, the fact that you were able to obtain the Golden Token only means that you are strong enough and have great potential. Whether you can keep the Golden Token in the future is still uncertain. There will be an assessment cycle every six months. I will comprehensively evaluate your martial arts progress and contributions to the Soul Suppression Division. If you fail the assessment, the Golden Token will be taken back."

Every March, you will also be challenged by the strongest of the newly recruited constables. If you fail the test or the challenge is unsuccessful, the Golden Order will change hands.

"Remember, you must not slack off every day from now on. Even geniuses need to study and practice diligently. Don't waste your talent," Yang Chenglu said solemnly.

Facing Lin Qing and the other man, he finally displayed some of the demeanor of a great man.

Lin Qing nodded solemnly, feeling a slight pressure in his heart. It seemed that holding onto the gold token for a long time would not be an easy task.

"If there's nothing else, you two can leave now," Yang Chenglu said again.

"Yes, sir!" The two men didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

"Old Wang, are you really planning to rely on Lin Qing to go to the Blood Valley Forbidden Land to seize the He Yi Tian Gong? In my opinion, the hope is slim. Lin Qing's martial arts talent is indeed very strong, but his Yin Bone quality is too poor. Moreover, the He Yi Tian Gong is a legend, and it is still uncertain whether he can actually make a name for himself in it," Yang Chenglu suddenly said.

"I'm going to try no matter what, and you don't need to try to persuade me otherwise," Wang Ling said resolutely.