Patrol Captain

And under this starry sky, tens of thousands of miles away.

The capital city, the Dragon Court.

The curtain, thick as ink, completely soaked the entire Dragon Court. The towering palace walls, stretching into the darkness, outlined a majestic and ferocious silhouette. The upturned eaves resembled the jagged fangs of a giant beast, while the crenellations and battlements were like sharp claws covering the entire body, silently entrenched in the center of the capital.

The spring chill lingered, and the cold wind carried the hurried hooves of horses across the empty Vermilion Bird Avenue, swirling up withered leaves that crashed against the vermilion palace gates, emitting soft, mournful sounds.

"Rumble"

The palace gates were wide open. Passing through the palace walls where a few lights flickered, the dim yellow light was trapped in the carved window lattices, barely illuminating the mottled shadows on the window paper.

"drive"

"drive"

"drive"

The horses' hooves pounded rapidly, shaking the palace walls.

"A memorial to the emperor from Chengdu!"

The nine palace gates opened one after another, and the fast horse flew past like a fleeting shadow.

The candlelight trapped within the carved window lattice flickered, like the open eyes of a giant beast, indifferently surveying everything within the walls. The mottled shadows reflected on the window paper shifted and flickered, with low, rustling sounds.

At this moment, outside the Taiji Hall, gilded palace lanterns swayed in the night wind, their light fragmented by the window lattices.

Inside the hall, wisps of incense smoke rose from the incense burner, but could not suppress the surging stench of blood within.

Several eunuchs dressed in palace robes knelt tremblingly before the imperial desk, their heads bowed and their buttocks sticking out high.

Ahead of them, a corpse was being dragged away by the royal guards.

The corpse was dressed in a brocade robe with flowers, the front of which was soaked in blood, and dark brown bloodstains were seeping deeper into the cracks between the bricks.

This man was just a eunuch serving the emperor, holding his brush and ink; now he is a corpse, his soul gone and his breath gone.

Recently, the emperor has been easily angered, and one palace servant after another has died, casting a dark cloud over the entire imperial court.

The oppressive atmosphere inside the hall was suffocating; the only sounds were the rustling of the dragging corpses and the wind outside the window.

Just then, hurried footsteps and shouts from guards came from outside.

"It is said to be a memorial to the emperor from Chengdu, to be presented to His Majesty."

A palace servant's weak voice came from outside.

Those kneeling in the main hall trembled involuntarily upon hearing the words "Chengdu, the City of Brocade," lowering their heads even further, wishing they could disappear into the floor to avoid hearing it.

For these people, that place was an ominous place; every time news came from there, His Majesty would kill people.

Soon, the doors of the Taiji Hall opened, and a palace servant, carrying a memorial in his hand, bowed and bent over as he entered.

"Your Majesty, the memorial sent from Chengdu is from the Imperial Preceptor."

He kept his voice very low, afraid of offending His Majesty, who was leaning back on the couch with his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep in front of the imperial desk!

As the voice faded, Emperor Wu, who was leaning back on his couch, suddenly opened his eyes. The moment his eyelashes lifted, the candlelight in the hall dimmed by a third, and a deep, intense light surged in the depths of his pupils, like a tiger raising its head from the misty mountain stream, bursting forth with brilliance.

"Read!"

"what?"

The palace servant was stunned for a moment, then rose up in a trembling manner, opened the memorial, and began to read it aloud.

"Your Majesty, I, Helian Shan, respectfully report: Chen Yuan has returned to the Pacification Commissioner's Office, but he harbors resentment and has submitted a memorial resigning to return to his hometown. To avoid further turmoil, I have suppressed the news. This man is no longer the same as before, and I suggest that we appease him. Furthermore, I urge Your Majesty to make a swift decision regarding the descent of the celestial beings to the mortal realm, as the situation is not optimistic. Your Majesty, I, Helian Shan, respectfully report!"

This passage terrified the palace maid.

This is what he should say and listen to.

He looked up and saw that His Majesty's eyes were like cold knives, as if he wanted to devour him. How could a mere eunuch withstand such imperial aura?

The memorial in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a thud, scattering the papers and staining the floor with blood.

This startled the palace maid so much that her legs went weak, and she knelt down with a thud, frantically trying to pick it up.

Just then, a sharp palm strike pierced the air and landed directly on the palace servant's chest.

The man screamed, spitting blood, and was sent flying to the front of the main hall. However, despite his pitiful appearance, the palace servant was still alive and did not die on the spot.

Suddenly, a person darted out from beside the imperial desk.

He wore a scarlet round-necked robe with dark gold intertwined vine patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, a black turban on his head, and gray hairs showing at his temples beneath the turban. He held a cloud broom in his hand.

"waste!"

"You can't even do this simple thing right."

"You, drag him away, so he doesn't get in His Majesty's way."

The man looked on angrily and cursed, but then ordered the palace servants to take their people away.

Those kneeling, trembling palace servants, grasping at a straw, quickly led their people away and retreated.

This person turned around, picked up the memorial from the ground, wiped it with their sleeve, then bowed towards the imperial desk, speaking softly.
"Your Majesty, calm down!"

Emperor Wu suddenly sat up straight from his couch behind the imperial desk, his hands gripping the desk, his eyes widening, and he chuckled coldly, "Anger? Why should I be angry?"

"That Chen Yuan, ha, I don't know how he became a Martial Saint, he's gotten too big for his britches and doesn't take me seriously anymore. Not only did he disrupt the court's plans, but he also abandoned his post at this time."

"What a fine patrol angel I've bestowed upon him!"

As the emperor's voice grew increasingly somber, cracks began to appear on the imperial desk in front of him, which was crafted from a bronze unicorn.

Grand Eunuch Feng Bao, who had served the emperor for a full century, felt the emperor's anger, his eyelids drooped, and his head lowered even further.

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. Having been by Emperor Wu's side for so many years, he naturally had a good grasp of the emperor's thoughts. However, thinking of His Majesty's recent behavior, he couldn't help but whisper:
"Your Majesty, please do not be angry and harm your health. This Lord Chen has angered you so much, and he deserves to be punished. However, what Grand Preceptor Helian said makes some sense. These are turbulent times, and we need capable people. We should appease him appropriately."

"appease?"

"Are you trying to make me bow down?"

Emperor Wu slammed his hand on the table, laughed in anger, and his pupils flashed with astonishing killing intent.

Feng Bao's brow twitched, and he quickly knelt down, prostrating himself on the ground and lowering his head.

"Don't dare!"

"No one can make His Majesty bow his head."

Soon, the empty hall fell into a deathly silence.

After a long pause, Emperor Wu spoke.
"Get up!"

Feng Bao stood up, bowing deeply. He could clearly feel the Emperor's murderous intent just now, and felt a chill in his heart. At the same time, he could sense that the Emperor's state of mind was somewhat chaotic.

Emperor Wu's eyes were deep and unreadable at this moment, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Let him make a scene if he wants to."

"He wants to resign, but I will not allow it from Chen Yuan." "What I give him, I can only take; he cannot refuse it."

After saying that, the emperor's eyes were piercing. "If he hadn't come out to cause trouble and driven away those two celestial beings, the court wouldn't be in such a passive position now."

"Take the imperial decree to deliver the secret order and invite the two officials from the Martial Temple and the Heavenly Patrol Division who are stationed in the Heavenly Prison."

"Yes!"

Feng Bao received the decree, bowed with his hands clasped in front of him, then stepped back, turned around, and left the Taiji Hall with small, quick steps.

Looking through the open door, Emperor Wu's deep eyes shone with a captivating light in the candlelight.

Two days later, in the afternoon, two hundred miles east of Langdang Mountain, a valley suddenly emitted a buzzing sound, the rocks shook violently, and then a beam of crimson-gold light burst forth from the mountain, like a volcanic eruption.

A powerful and malevolent aura emanated from the mountain, causing rocks to shatter and vegetation to explode into fragments.

The birds in the nearby mountains and forests took flight in a flurry, and the wild animals fled in panic.

Just as it seemed that the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to split open, the crimson-gold pillar of light, which was surging with immense power, suddenly retracted, and the sky, which had turned black, and the swirling clouds that were about to form also dissipated in an instant.

It was as if it were being forcibly suppressed by some invisible force.

It happened in an instant!
Following the path down the mountain where the beam of light disappeared, inside a spacious cave, within a light barrier, a suit of radiant armor blazed with intense divine light, like flowing fire, spewing outwards. The restrictions formed by condensed Primordial Golden Qi prevented the power from overflowing; otherwise, this cave, along with the surrounding dozens of miles, would have been razed to the ground!
After two days of effort, Chen Yuan used the Samadhi True Fire to fuse the Dragon King's Scales, the True Demon Scales, and more than a dozen kinds of top-grade exotic metals to forge this armor. He then combined it with the Musashi True Meaning and the Six-Colored Divine Leaf to enhance its power and create the second Dao Weapon.

It would be most appropriate to call it a holy weapon now!
The time is short, and only a rough prototype has been polished so far, but this armor has already shown extremely strong supernatural power and extraordinary spirituality.

The armor was a deep reddish-gold color, with each scale resembling stacked pieces of quenched gold. The shoulder armor consisted of two layers: the outer layer featured ferocious beast patterns resembling lions and tigers, with massive fangs that looked as if they were holding burning chains; the inner layer was lined with lightning patterns, and when the two patterns overlapped, one could faintly hear the roar of a ferocious beast.

The breastplate features clusters of phoenix patterns, their wings outstretched like rising flames, their scales layered upon each other as if countless firebirds were flapping their wings across the armor. The arm guards are entwined with dragon patterns, their bodies clinging like vines, their claws gripping the lightning patterns along the edges of the armor, where flashes of lightning leap. The skirt armor is divided into five pieces, each a different color, embodying the true meaning of the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The greaves are two raised fire dragons, their spines seamlessly integrated with the armor plates, their claws spewing tiny sparks where the patterns meet.

The entire armor was forged with true demonic materials such as dragon king scales, and internally refined with his own Musashi's true intent, resulting in an astonishing transformation!

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered as he looked at the armor, and a thought crossed his mind.

"when"

"when"

"when"

The precious armor flew onto Chen Yuan's body one by one, striking him and producing a bell-like sound!

Clad in his armor, Chen Yuan leaped into the air, soaring above the clouds. He first swung his three-pointed, double-edged spear, which spun through the air, stirring up wind and clouds and tearing through the sky. Then, like a boomerang, the spear tip shot towards himself.

Chen Yuan directly activated the armor, and in an instant, the armor crackled with lightning, flowed with fire and shimmered with color, arousing the roars of beasts.

Next second,
Several deafening clangs of metal clashing shattered the drifting clouds, like thunderclaps from a clear sky.

In an instant, Chen Yuan flew backward, cutting through the clouds and heading for several miles.

Once he regained his balance, he looked at the areas where the three-pointed double-edged spear had struck him. Several small dents had appeared in his armor.

It was worn out as soon as it came out of the oven, but Chen Yuan's eyes shone brightly.

The armor's defensive capabilities were somewhat beyond his expectations.

After all, this thing is still just a rough draft and needs to be nurtured and refined in the dantian and tempered in battle.

His own sacred weapon, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear, although starting from a lower point than the treasure armor and lacking such powerful refining materials, had been forged through blood sacrifices to thousands of humans and demons, killed great demons, and drunk the blood of celestial beings. As his cultivation level increased, it became incomparably powerful, unleashing the ultimate power to break limits.

Its power was extremely domineering; Chen Yuan believed that there were few people in the world who could easily withstand a single shot from it!
The armor can withstand these shots; it's powerful enough.

But that wasn't all. Chen Yuan activated his armor, stomped his foot, and his body instantly transformed into a stream of fire, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. Then, the afterimages disappeared into the air, and Chen Yuan vanished without a trace.

After a short while, the clouds moved, and he reappeared out of thin air.

A smile appeared on Chen Yuan's face.

By the way, Yun Conglong, this armor possesses the dragon clan's ability to soar through the clouds.

The armor, when activated, amplified his speed by more than 30 percent compared to normal.

If combined with fetal transformation and rebirth, the speed will reach a level that others cannot match, thus increasing one's means of survival—an unexpected bonus.

try again!

Chen Yuan's eyes grew brighter and brighter. He raised his hand and tore open a spatial rift, donned his armor, and plunged into the spatial turbulence without any other protection.

As the sun sets, in Qingshan County, at a wine stall.

"Older brother."

"Older brother."

Old Wu nudged the old man with the bulbous nose, who was sprawled on the table, snoring drunkenly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Could he be a drunkard who refuses to pay his debts?

Then, he looked next to the old man and saw a young girl with freckles on her nose and blue eyes.

"Sir, our shop is closing soon!"

The girl crossed her arms, clearly annoyed.

"Pretend, keep pretending."

He said that if he knows you and finds you, he can find Chen Wusheng!

The girl pointed at the drunken old man.

Old Wu frowned upon hearing this and became cautious. He carefully examined the old man who was fast asleep, whose hair was messy and who had a gourd of wine hanging from his waist.

He was puzzled; the person looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place him.

The other party was able to directly point out their relationship with Lord Chen.
"who are you?"

What is your relationship with him?

"What do you want with Chen Wusheng?"

Old Wu didn't deny it. He put the rag in his hand on the table, sat down, and looked at the freckled girl.

The freckled girl jumped for joy at the mere mention of it.
"You really know Chen Wusheng?"

However, the girl's light blue eyes soon became suspicious, because she looked at Lao Wu and he seemed like an ordinary person.

But since we're here, let's just say it.

"I'm from the East Sea. This old man is disrespectful to his age. He came to our house as a guest and stole our things. I ran into him in Chengdu, chased after him, and was going to tie him up and take him back to be punished. He said he knows Chen Wusheng, and they're very close." The freckled girl pointed at the drunken old man, crossing her legs.
"And so, this young lady has come!"

"In addition, my grandfather also wants to find Chen Wusheng."

The freckled girl, like an innocent child, blurted out everything in one breath.

Who is your grandfather?

"The Dragon King of the East Sea!" The girl casually uttered this, leaving Old Wu speechless, his eyes widening slightly. (End of Chapter)