If it had been constables who came, Boss Hong would have had the courage to resist.

But Lu Yang was different.

In Great Xia, who didn’t know Lu Yang? Cultivators knew that he had fought the Young Sect Master of the Heavenly Court Sect to a standstill during his Golden Core Stage, and ordinary people knew him as the protagonist of the "Legend of the Dao Seeking Sect: The Lu Yang Story".

The Five Great Immortal Sects were such lofty forces with clouds of great cultivators. It was said that within the Immortal Sects they didn’t even bother to differentiate levels within the Qi Cultivation Stage. The ancestor with the highest cultivation level in their Bamboo Leaf Sect was merely at the Nascent Soul Stage, not even worthy to carry shoes for someone from the Immortal Sects.

Not to mention Lu Yang from the Seek Dao Sect, a peerless genius who was so young yet had once served as the Acting Sect Leader, a sure future Sect Leader of the Seek Dao Sect.

Even the City Lord would have to be extremely polite when facing Lu Yang, let alone a mere Qi Stage cultivator like himself.

Meng Jingzhou cast a glance at Lu Yang, who appeared somewhat smug, and regretted deeply.

He was a step slow when reporting his name; even if he reported it now, it would not have the same effect as Lu Yang’s.

The young girl who emerged with Boss Hong was also startled by Lu Yang’s name; it was the legendary Talent Lu.

Compared to Talent Lu, her beloved didn’t amount to much.

Moreover, this Talent Lu was rather handsome too.

The two standing beside Talent Lu, judging by their positions, seemed to be of similar status, both very handsome, especially the monk, who was the most handsome.

The girl contemplated which one of the three men to choose.

Lu Yang squinted and smiled, "Boss Hong, turning yourself in is not just a matter of surrendering; you must also truthfully confess all your actions."

"I’ll confess, I’ll tell everything!" said Boss Hong hastily. Discover exclusive tales on freewebnovel

"Where did the amulets you sold come from, and how many did you sell?"

"It was over a month ago. Someone approached me, asking me to help sell a batch of amulets. Originally, I didn’t want to agree, but the person had high cultivation, and if I refused, the consequences would be dangerous. I had no choice but to agree to that person’s demands."

"That person had another condition: I could only sell the amulets to ordinary people and not to cultivators."

Lu Yang frowned, "Who was that person, what did he look like, and what was his cultivation level?"

"I don’t know his name; he was skinny and tall, just like a bamboo pole."

"I also don’t know his cultivation level."

The brows of Lu Yang and his companions furrowed slightly. It seemed that the person who sold the amulets had some motive, but it was unclear what it was.

"Fairy, wake up, don’t cultivate anymore." Lu Yang entered the grand hall in the Spiritual Space and tried to wake Fairy Eternity, who was practicing the Dream-entering Technique.

"Ah? What’s happening? Did Miss Yun call for me?" Fairy Eternity slowly sat up from her lotus pedestal, her eyes half open.

"We’ve encountered a situation and need to borrow your insights."

"Yawn—What situation?"

"Do you see the amulet in my hand?"

"Amulet?" Fairy Eternity, looking through Lu Yang’s perspective, saw the amulet swinging in his hand, "Who crafted this?"

"Is there a problem with the amulet?"

"No problem, it’s just that the crafting technique is terrible, nowhere near as good as my Dream Pillow."

Lu Yang: "…"

"And who are the targets, does it work on both ordinary people and cultivators?"

"It’s crudely made, it can only enter the dreams of ordinary people. The idea is not bad; if it were crafted more delicately, it could also enter the dreams of cultivators."

"If there’s any issue, it’s that this amulet can record dreams."

"Record dreams?"

"That means, whatever dream you have using the amulet, any influence it has on the dreamer, it can all be recorded."

For a moment, Lu Yang could not understand what the other party’s intentions were.

Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore, let the government office handle it.

"And who might you be?" Lu Yang turned his gaze toward the pitiful-looking young girl.

"I, I am his junior sister, just passing by to visit him." The girl was frightened by Lu Yang’s stare.

"Oh, there’s a twenty-year age difference between you, and you’re visiting him late at night, a man and a woman alone together in one room?"

"That’s right, yes."

Shi Chan stepped forward, reciting a mantra, a huge golden Buddhist character imprinted on the girl’s forehead: "Benefactor, please tell the truth."

Under the influence of the mantra, the girl spelled out the purpose of her visit: "I was asked by Hong Senior Brother to kill an opponent named Fu Ling..."

Lu Yang: "..."

Meng Jingzhou: "..."

Why is it Fu Ling again?

𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Since everything had become clear, there was no need to stay any longer. Lu Yang left the Hong residence and found patrolling constables on the main street.

"Constable brother, there’s another case here!" Lu Yang called out to him, having handed over an attempted murderer, a Tribulation Cultivator, to him just last night.

Who would have thought they would meet again here?

After Lu Yang explained the situation at the Hong residence, the constable looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

Last night you brought in a failed assassin, and tonight you caught a group in the midst of a murder plot?

The constable almost thought Lu Yang was an out-of-town assassin here to expand his business, using the government office to eliminate local competitors.

Soon, the constable contacted his superiors, summoned a large group of constables, and escorted everyone from the Hong residence to the government office for overnight interrogation.

The Zhong family father and daughter, as witnesses and victims, also came to the government office.

"Master, is it over?" Zhong Ming asked excitedly.

"Indeed, the matter with your daughter was caused by Kang Wei using a magic instrument. Now that everything has been revealed, it’s up to the government office to deal with it."

"Thank you so much!" How could Zhong Ming not be excited? The problem that had troubled him for a week was solved by the master in one night, "Then, about this incense money..."

"Five hundred taels of silver."

For Zhong Ming, five hundred taels of silver was just a drop in the bucket, and he immediately took out a silver note for one thousand taels.

"Master, this is a little token of my appreciation."

"It’s too much." Shi Chan insisted on only accepting five hundred taels, and as Zhong Ming could not persuade the master otherwise, he could only take out a silver note for five hundred taels and offer it respectfully.

With the matter concluded, Shi Chan returned to the inn without giving Miss Zhong a second glance.

"Are you going to Spring Fragrance House tonight to refine your Mind State?" Lu Yang chuckled, following Shi Chan’s religious ceremonies was indeed an eye-opener.

"Not at all, it was just one night ago, and it is not yet the time when my desires are at their peak, so it would not achieve the best refining effect. In my opinion, it is better to wait three more days."

"You’re meticulous."

When the three returned to the inn, they coincidentally met the Fu Ling sisters, who had just arrived back as well.

"Oh, Master, you’ve come back so late."

"The rituals took a bit longer, and I see that the two benefactors didn’t return early either."

Fu Ling’s smile narrowed her eyes to slits: "Today was lucky, a client that could never be negotiated with finally agreed today, we discussed many details. When we snapped out of it, we realized it had gotten this late."

Shi Chan recited an Amitabha Buddha: "Benefactor Fu Ling is indeed blessed with good fortune."

"Then I’ll take the Master’s auspicious words to heart, but today’s events were indeed strange."

"I don’t know what happened, but the client from yesterday, who proposed many outrageous conditions, changed his tune today, saying he wanted to do a good deed and accumulate virtue, wondering if what the Master said would come true or something like that."