Longjing.
Outside the mansion of the Six Gates' Chief Constable.
An old monk lay on the street, spitting blood. His eyes were dim, and tears of blood streamed from them as he wailed:
"The Six Gates' constables are beating people!"
"This old monk merely wanted to beg for a meal, for a steamed bun!"
"This old monk wants nothing else, not even a single steamed bun, and they still beat me!"
"Is there any law in our Long Kingdom anymore!"
Monk Puhui shouted with all his might, blood tears even flowing from his eyes. The sight of an old man over eighty years old crying blood tears was truly tragic. Immediately, many people gathered, even taking out their phones to take pictures and record videos.
Within minutes, hundreds of people had gathered, pointing fingers at the grand mansion where the Six Gates' Chief Constable resided.
Du Manying had entered Longjing alone to take up the position of Chief Constable of the Central Six Gates. Countless people, both inside and out, were watching this. Some wanted to curry favor with Du Manying, but more wanted to see him removed from this position.
At this moment, the constable guarding the mansion's gate had a change in expression, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "This old scoundrel!"
He immediately took out his walkie-talkie and said, "Brothers, someone is causing trouble, rush here for support!"
"What's going on?" At this moment, the main gate of the mansion opened, and an old man in cloth shoes walked out.
Du Manying had come to the capital alone, bringing nothing but an old servant who had taken care of his daily needs for many years.
Du Manying was dedicated to his public duties, entrusting all his personal matters to this old servant. The servant, carrying a bamboo basket and a vegetable basket, was preparing to go out to buy groceries for Du Manying's meal. Seeing the crowd crying out and pointing, the servant asked the constable guarding the entrance.
Upon seeing the old servant, the constable at the gate's face changed dramatically. He quickly said, "Reporting to you, old sir, an old monk wanted to see Lord Du, and I stopped him. I tried to drive him away, but he's here playing the victim and smearing our reputation."
"Old sir, please go buy your groceries. We will handle this matter."
The old servant cast him a cold glance and walked inside, carrying the bamboo and vegetable baskets: "Do not take matters into your own hands. I will report this to the Lord."
"Old sir, such a trivial matter need not disturb the Lord's sleep," the constable said, his face turning pale.
"What nonsense is this? Although Lord Du is the Chief Constable of Longjing's Six Gates, it doesn't mean he only handles major affairs and ignores minor ones. All matters should be handled properly."
The old servant reprimanded the constable.
The constable's face immediately turned pale.
The old servant walked briskly. Before long, Du Manying, who had just woken up and had not yet put on his official uniform, appeared. Seeing Monk Puhui on the ground, shedding tears of blood, Du Manying's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He instantly understood what had happened and roared, "Seize this person, strip him of his official uniform, and take him to prison for interrogation!"
Du Manying pointed at the constable guarding the gate.
"It's over." The constable's face turned ashen.
Du Manying then walked out of the mansion with the old servant, followed by a large group of Six Gates constables who dispersed the onlookers. Du Manying looked at Monk Puhui with a half-smile, "Puhui, what play are you putting on?"
Puhui immediately stopped shedding tears of blood, his face slightly pale. He straightened his expression and said, "Lord Du, the situation is urgent. I need your help, and I had no choice but to resort to this tactic to get you to appear."
"What is it?" Du Manying asked.
How astute was Monk Puhui? For him to resort to such a crude method to get him to appear, Du Manying was somewhat curious about the matter.
Monk Puhui said, "Marquis Xuanyang, Chen Jiuyang..."
Monk Puhui explained the entire situation. Du Manying immediately frowned, his eyes flashing with sharp light. He said solemnly, "I understand. Chen Jiuyang has contributed to the nation, and I think highly of him. I did not expect such a thing to happen upon his arrival in Longjing. They must be trying to block his path on the Martial Rankings."
Du Manying glanced at the time on his watch and said gravely, "Time is running out. Prepare the car! No, prepare the helicopter. I need to go and get him out immediately, otherwise, if it's too late, we truly won't make it."
Then, Du Manying turned and strode back into his mansion.
"Amitabha!" Monk Puhui clasped his hands together, gazing towards the Martial Rankings arena: "Benefactor Chen, this old monk has repaid your kindness. The rest depends on your own destiny."
One minute later, a helicopter lifted off from within the compound and flew towards the place where Chen Jiuyang was being held.
Ten minutes later, Du Manying emerged from the Six Gates interrogation room with Chen Jiuyang.
"Thank you, Lord Du, for this," Chen Jiuyang said, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"No need for pleasantries. We are both people who contribute to the nation," Du Manying said earnestly. Outside the Six Gates, many constables were holding their phones, watching the live broadcast of the Martial Rankings.
Suddenly, a voice sounded from the video: "The twentieth match, Chen Jiuyang from Feng Province versus Fang Hanyu from Guang Province!"
"Hmm?"
Many constables outside the Six Gates exclaimed in surprise: "Fang Hanyu from Guang Province has already appeared on stage, but why hasn't Chen Jiuyang from Feng Province appeared yet? Could it be that he hasn't even entered Longjing?"
"If Chen Jiuyang from Feng Province does not appear within five minutes, this match will be won by Fang Hanyu," the referee's voice announced in the mobile live broadcast.
"Alas, what a pity," a Six Gates constable sighed.
"I wonder where Chen Jiuyang is. It's a shame."
Then, these disappointed Six Gates constables turned off their live streams, put away their phones, extinguished their cigarette butts, and prepared to enter the Six Gates building to return to work.
However, as they looked up, they saw a young figure and their expressions turned to astonishment, their mouths agape.
"Am I seeing things..."
"The champion of the Feng Province Martial Rankings, Chen Jiuyang, is actually here with us?"
"What happened?"
"Greetings, Chief Constable Du!"
Du Manying looked at Chen Jiuyang, his brow furrowed. "The arena is eight kilometers away. Can you make it in five minutes?"
"Five minutes?"
Chen Jiuyang's brow furrowed. Then, his powerful blood energy surged forth, igniting into golden qi.
Then.
"Buzz!"
The Yan Sheng Saber burst through the window of a room in the Six Gates building and landed in Chen Jiuyang's hand, its ringing clear and resonant.
Next, the Yan Sheng Saber in Chen Jiuyang's hand was also coated in golden qi.
Then, Chen Jiuyang raised the Yan Sheng Saber in his hand, facing the Martial Rankings arena. With a sudden burst of strength in his arm, he hurled the Yan Sheng Saber.
"Bang—"
"Rumble!"
A terrifying blast of air and sonic boom suddenly echoed through the scene. The Yan Sheng Saber trailed a fiery red afterimage, moving as fast as a meteor towards the Martial Rankings arena.
Following that, Chen Jiuyang's figure also shot forward. His voice drifted from afar:
"...That should be enough."