Chapter 1222: Law and Order Unworkable

Soon everyone in the government office knew that two people had entered through the back door and become constables.

The whole government office was guessing their identities.

"Does the county magistrate still ask about their origin from the Wen Dao Sect? He is impartial and gives no face to anyone; being able to get in through the back door means their connections are strong enough."

"Do you think they could possibly be from the Wen Dao Sect?"

"Impossible. The Wen Dao Sect are all heaven's chosen ones; how could they come to be miserable constables?"

To ordinary people, constables seem imposing and frightening, but once you actually become one, you realize the job involves non-stop day and night shifts, you might be recalled to work even on days off, and in major cases you can't even think of resting; moreover, there are skill requirements, lest you be stabbed to death by ruffians.

The chief clerk firmly said: "In my opinion, these two are very likely barbarians."

"Barbarians?"

"Yes, think about it—our Quyi County is in Huangzhou, and the barbarians are also in Huangzhou; these two are probably relatives of the magistrate."

"But they don't have the surname Man."

"Distant relatives, barbarians by marriage."

"That makes sense."

This view was quickly accepted by the entire government office; since they entered through the back door, the government office's rules don't apply to these two.

As long as these two don't do anything too outrageous, just turn a blind eye.

Huangzhou has many ores; cultivators, adapting to local conditions, refine ores, and over time Huangzhou became a gathering place for blacksmiths, with big and small blacksmith shops in Quyi County numbering over a hundred.

Among the many blacksmith shops, the Wang family's blacksmith shop is the most inconspicuous; their main customers are neighbors needing repairs to iron hoes, shovels, kitchen knives, and iron pots.

Old Wang Tou, missing a front tooth, has superb craftsmanship and always repairs these items flawlessly.

But that's all there is to it.

The Wang family blacksmith shop only has Old Wang Tou and Little Wang the blacksmith depending on each other; as Old Wang Tou grows older, Little Wang the blacksmith takes over his work, repairing neighbors' iron pots.

"Grandfather, it's time to eat." Little Wang the blacksmith shouted for Old Wang Tou to eat.

Usually, Old Wang Tou would come out laughing from the house, but today Little Wang the blacksmith called several times and Old Wang Tou didn't come out.

Little Wang the blacksmith worried about his grandfather, entered the room and saw Old Wang Tou holding a piece of red cloth, dazed.

"Child, come here; grandfather has something to tell you." Old Wang Tou's voice was hoarse, his eyes no longer bright as before, becoming extremely dim.

"Grandfather, what's wrong?"

"Actually, grandfather has something he never told you; in fact, grandfather is not an ordinary person, but a cultivator."

"Grandfather's true identity is the inheritor of the Wang family, a hidden divine artisan with ten thousand years of heritage."

"Grandfather violated the ancestral precepts, forging a demonic sword; the demonic sword has no rank, it craves killing and blood, the more people it kills, the more blood it drinks, the higher its rank."

Old Wang Tou lifted the red cloth in his embrace, revealing a demon-blood sword; the hilt was inlaid with a vermilion gemstone, like the eyes of a demon god.

"Once this sword appears in the world, it attracts the attention of the Hundred Sword Alliance; the Hundred Sword Alliance wants to take my sword, and I know that if this bloodthirsty demonic sword falls into their hands, it will surely bring calamity upon all living beings."

"Grandfather fled here to escape the Hundred Sword Alliance's pursuit."

"Grandfather also wanted to destroy this demonic sword, but unfortunately this sword is my extraordinary creation; its material is too hard for me to destroy."

"Since forging demon swords is prohibited by the Great Xia, grandfather dare not tell the authorities, so he hid his identity and settled here, and later picked you up."

"Unfortunately, after hiding for so many years, he was still found by the Hundred Sword Alliance."

Old Wang Tou took out a token: "This is the Hundred Sword Pursuit Order, which I received today; the Hundred Sword Alliance's favorite thing is to toy with their prey,

and if I'm not mistaken, they will act tonight."

"The members of the Hundred Sword Alliance all wield Heavenly Soldier Divine Swords; where the divine sword points, all must yield."

Old Wang Tou handed a bundle to Little Wang the blacksmith: "Grandfather is unable to protect you; later, grandfather will fight to the death with the Hundred Sword Alliance people,

and when the time comes, you take advantage of the chaos and run quickly!"

"The hammering method grandfather taught you is actually the Wang family divine artisan's orally transmitted ninety-nine segment hammering method; from now on, you are the sole inheritor of the Wang family divine artisan!"

"Grandfather!" Little Wang the blacksmith embraced Old Wang Tou and wept.

Little Wang the blacksmith is not a child but surpasses children; Old Wang Tou's eye sockets also turned red.

"It's really desolate even late at night." Constables Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou were patrolling the streets at night.

It was already past midnight; the street was silent and cold, with only the two of them.

"By the way, have you decided what Dao fruit you want to condense?" Lu Yang casually brought up a topic.

Meng Jingzhou shook his head, his sidearm swinging: "I haven't figured it out yet; with Immortal Jiu Chong here, I can't condense a Yang Dao fruit like that."

"How about you?"

"I haven't figured it out either."

As they were discussing, two black shadows appeared walking toward them, blending into the night; the two shadows carried something unknown, tied with black cloth, bulging.

"Stop! Who are you, wandering the streets at this hour!"

Lu Yang shouted: "Take out your identity documents or anything that can prove your identity!"

The two mysterious shadows trembled their shoulders, emitting a sinister laugh: "Truly, the ignorant are fearless; meeting us, you can only count yourselves unlucky."

"Our swords are our identity!"

They drew the things from their backs, which turned out to be two strangely shaped swords!

In the blink of an eye, the two mysterious shadows appeared behind the two young constables and smoothly sheathed their swords.

"I struck eight swords." One of the mysterious shadows said,

"I struck nine swords." The other mysterious shadow was even stronger.

The two mysterious shadows exchanged cold smiles and continued toward the Wang family blacksmith shop.

"You two don't rush off; come back."

Lu Yang grabbed the collars of the two mysterious shadows with one hand.

The two mysterious shadows looked at Lu Yang in disbelief; logically speaking, this person should have already been sliced into eight pieces by them, shouldn't he?

They wanted to draw their swords and attack, but they found their swords were nothing but hilts!

Meng Jingzhou helplessly watched the ground littered with broken iron fragments—what a terrible sword, it shattered into pieces the moment it touched them.

These two are also terrible at this—still waving the hilt around like madmen, not even realizing only the hilt remains.

"Speak, what are you doing?"

Wang Family Blacksmith Shop.

The grandfather and grandson cried for half a day, Old Wang muttering to himself, This isn't right—members of the Hundred Swords Alliance should have arrived by now.

Dong dong dong.

A knocking sound came from outside the door; Old Wang's heart tightened—They're here!

"Is anyone home? We are constables from the county office, here to inquire about some matters."

Still trying to impersonate constables to lure us into opening the door? Has the Hundred Swords Alliance taken me for a fool?

Old Wang wiped his palm across the sword, the evil blade drinking the blood from his palm, growing ever more ferocious.

Little Wang the blacksmith secretly opened the door; Old Wang gathered his strength and thrust a sword at the two figures at the doorway.

"Child, run! I'll fight you to the end!"

Lu Yang extended his index and middle fingers, gently pinching the evil sword, trying to hold back his strength, fearing he might snap the blade.

Meng Jingzhou snorted: "The public order here is terrible—on my first night as a constable, I get ambushed by two groups?"