The next day, Chen Mo took the Tang Blade, wrapped its body in black cloth, tied it to his back, came to the village entrance, dug out the money box, took a sum of money from it, and went into the city. He went to a merchant guild, found a clerk inside, and used pigskin in the proper measurements to make a sheath and buckle for the Tang Blade. After the sheath was completed, Chen Mo headed to Wu Family Alley in the west of the city and knocked on the door of a courtyard at the alley’s end. After waiting for a moment, the door finally opened. An old woman came out, and after sizing up Chen Mo with a glance, she said, "Who are you looking for?" "Is this Wu Mountain’s home?" Chen Mo asked politely. The old woman did not answer but glanced at the handle of the blade exposed behind Chen Mo, her eyes showing alertness. "Who are you?" Chen Mo cupped his hands to the old woman and said, "I am Chen Mo from Fu Ze Village, I have some business with Brother Wu." The old woman saw that Chen Mo was fairly polite, pondered for a moment, and then said, "I am his mother. He is on duty today, not at home." "Then when will Brother Wu finish work?" Chen Mo inquired. The source of this content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 Learning that he wouldn’t finish until the hour of You, Chen Mo frowned, unable to wait that long, so he had to go to the government office to find Wu Mountain. The people inside the government office were even more aloof than the Gang members of Cyan Mountain Sect, utterly ignoring him. Finally, it was only after Chen Mo spent money to get someone to convey a message that he got to see Wu Mountain. Alongside Wu Mountain came the office’s Chief Constable Peng. Chen Mo had met him once before, so there was some impression. What surprised him was, last time Chief Peng had a red number "55+6" on his forehead. Now this number had become "63+8". "Has he broken through..." Chen Mo murmured to himself. Wu Mountain was the first to greet him: "Brother Chen, long time no see, how have you been lately?" "Brother Wu." Chen Mo cupped his hands towards Wu Mountain, and then said, "Same as usual." His gaze fell on Chief Constable Peng standing next to Wu Mountain: "And who is this lord?" "Brother Chen, let me introduce you, this is Chief Constable Peng Qing of our office." Wu Mountain said, then looked towards Peng Qing and said, "Chief Constable, this is Chen Mo, Brother Chen, whom I mentioned to you earlier." "Nice to meet Chief Constable Peng." Chen Mo cupped his hands to Peng Qing. Wu Mountain added from the side, "Brother Chen, I’ve talked to the chief constable about you, and he greatly appreciates you, wanting to witness your strength." Chen Mo showed a modest demeanor and said, "Brother Wu is jesting, with my limited strength, how can I dare to show off before Chief Constable Peng?" Chen Mo gestured slightly towards Peng Qing. "Are you practicing military cultivation techniques?" At this moment, Peng Qing spoke, his voice resonant. As a chief constable, he naturally had the authority to review the case files of the people under his jurisdiction. Regarding Chen Mo’s background, Peng Qing was quite familiar. Chen Mo’s brother had made achievements on the battlefield, was promoted to centurion, and was granted the Blood Nourishing Technique cultivation method. Since Chen Da was from Pingting County, the government office was also rewarded by those above and recorded it. The Blood Nourishing Technique was a basic cultivation method in the army, commonly rewarded to warriors who had made achievements. The rewarded warriors could pass it on to their family members, but not to outsiders. If passed to outsiders, consequences could be serious, ranging from having one’s cultivation abolished to imprisonment. However, considering how the world is now, it seems no one cares anymore. Knowing something couldn’t be easily hidden, Chen Mo nodded. "Military cultivation techniques focus heavily on combat, compared to other methods, the training is harsh. But if cultivated successfully, its power surpasses Martial Artists of the same Realm. You are young and have already entered the Entry Grade, showing remarkable perseverance." Chief Peng commented. "Chief Constable Peng praises me too much, I have nothing but brute strength." While Chen Mo was speaking, he suddenly sensed Peng Qing trying to grab onto his shoulder, instinctively dodging away. Peng Qing’s eyes showed surprise but then employed his best grappling technique to grab again. Realizing it was just a test, Chen Mo relaxed slightly, deliberately showed a panicked look, and slowed down his reactions until Peng Qing firmly grabbed his shoulder and then reversed, holding him down. "Not bad reaction-wise, but your steps are erratic, lacking technique, your combat experience is weak, strength is also lacking, barely satisfactory." Peng Qing assessed and then released Chen Mo. Chen Mo rubbed his shoulder, showing apparent pain from being grabbed. When someone is in a precarious position, it’s better not to hide your abilities and show an appropriate level of strength to avoid unnecessary trouble. However, when one has enough standing strength, they can preserve some of it, which can be very useful in key moments. Like right now, there is no need to show all of one’s strength. "Chief Constable Peng speaks wisely." Chen Mo awkwardly smiled. "But even so, you are a Grade-Entering Martial Artist, interested in becoming a constable? Our office is short on staff, if you are willing, no recommendation needed, you can become one of our colleagues today." Peng Qing patted Chen Mo’s shoulder, showing intention of recruiting. "Honestly, I’m not afraid of ridicule from Chief Constable Peng, my mother’s dying wish is for me to pass the exams with high honors, naturally I would not dare not to follow it, and I diligently study, just waiting for the Confucian exams to reopen and earn fame." Chen Mo politely refused. "Good, ambitious." Peng Qing said approvingly. In this world, more people still yearn for titles. Though Peng Qing was reluctant, he still said, "If you change your mind, feel free to come to the office to find me." "Thank you, Chief Constable Peng." Chen Mo cupped his hands. "Then you two chat." Since Chen Mo had come looking for Wu Mountain, once Peng Qing finished his recruitment attempt, he didn’t stay long. Once Peng Qing left, Wu Mountain sighed: "What a pity, I hoped to be colleagues with Brother Chen. But with such great ambitions, as a brother, I naturally support you. What’s the matter that Brother Chen comes looking for me?" "Wasn’t it agreed that I would treat Brother Wu to a drink next time, today I came into the city, just have time, and it’s about noon. Upon meeting Brother Wu, we should drink a big cup of wine to celebrate." Wu Mountain blinked then pondered for a moment before smiling, "You’re right, we should drink a big cup of wine. Brother Chen, wait a moment, I’ll go to the government office to apply for leave." As the saying goes, one doesn’t visit the Three Treasures Temple for no reason. Chen Mo looking for Wu Mountain was naturally to ask about something. And when seeking help, one should not be stingy. Before Chen Mo transmigrated, seeking help or doing business was either at a bar or a club. And the club in this world... The brothel of Ping Court County. Also an industry of the Qinghe Gang. Before entering Purple Gold Tower, there was a small incident at its entrance. A man lost money at the gambling house and then took out a high-interest loan from it. Unable to repay now, Purple Gold Tower was taking the man’s wife and daughter to settle the debt. The man, of course, refused, saying he had been deceived and plotted against by the Qinghe Gang, trading his fishing earnings from Dadong Lake at double the value for gambling chips at the gambling house. Yes, the gambling house was also an industry of the Qinghe Gang. Purple Gold Tower said, no one forced you to gamble, when you were earning money, you didn’t stop either. The man refused to accept, finally getting beaten half to death by the Qinghe Gang’s people, his wife and daughter dragged into Purple Gold Tower. Chen Mo frowned but didn’t intervene. Though this was wrong on Qinghe Gang’s part, the man succumbed to the double temptation, deeply burying himself in gambling. Gamblers come to a bad end. But his wife and daughter were pitiable. Chen Mo asked Wu Mountain, doesn’t the government office intervene in this? For under the Great Song law, actions like using wives and daughters to pay debts are illegal according to Purple Gold Tower’s standards. Wu Mountain smiled, slinging an arm around Chen Mo’s neck, and said, "Isn’t he a city person whom we care about? Furthermore, repaying debts is just and proper."