Mythology Management System

The Flower Monk bit into a Blood and Qi Fruit, and the powerful blood and qi energy continuously washed over his meridians, dispersing much of the stagnant spiritual energy.

"This is a treasure!" The Flower Monk immediately realized how valuable this item was.

A spiritual fruit of this caliber would cost at least a hundred spirit stones to buy, but the Director gave it away with ease and even promised to give one every day.

The Flower Monk was somewhat moved. Fu Jiu and the others had offered him spiritual fruits and helped him unseal his meridians right away. If he was still not satisfied, he would be ungrateful.

A man will die for one who understands him. How could a homeless wanted criminal like him be so highly regarded? From now on, what does it matter if he has to risk his life for them?

"Chief, if you need any tasks in the future, just give me the order, and I'll do it even if it costs me my life!"

"Me too, and me too." Nangong Changwan stuffed the remaining Qi and Blood Fruits into his mouth and patted his chest to assure them.

"Don't worry, we won't risk our lives. You'll have plenty of opportunities to be busy later. Right now, let's focus on raising your strength to the third rank first. Only when you reach the third rank will you be able to help us," Fu Jiu comforted him.

"I think my strength is not bad," Nangong Changwan said dejectedly, his confidence waning as he spoke.

With his peak second-tier strength, he was able to fight against early third-tier opponents, which is quite an achievement. Unfortunately, he only encountered a group of monsters.

Even Li Si, who was the least skilled fighter among the three, could easily overpower him. The only one he could defeat was Lü Wende.

"Cultivate, cultivate." Nangong Changwan held his breath.

"Director, why am I so unknown?"

"Everyone says I had the strength to move mountains and lift cauldrons in my past life, and I was no less than Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King. But even this monk is recognized by many people, so why have I never heard anyone mention my name?"

Nangong Changwan was extremely frustrated. After all, he was a reincarnated person and had some memories of his previous life. He knew that he was a powerful and influential person in his previous life, but why couldn't anyone remember him?

"It's probably because your strength isn't strong enough. Think about it, if you were strong enough and did something earth-shattering, who would dare forget your name?"

Fu Jiu forced Nangong Changwan to drink a bowl of chicken soup for the soul; whether it was poisonous or not was hard to say.

Nangong Changwan was actually quite famous in history. He killed Duke Min of Song, was defeated and captured, defected to another country, and was eventually hacked to death. Well, now that you mention it, his resume back then was indeed not very good, no wonder he was not remembered.

Nangong Changwan was thrilled by Fu Jiu's words and clenched his fist, saying, "The Director is right! I must do something earth-shattering in my life and make everyone remember my name."

Li Si's face twitched. He hadn't even said two words before he was completely fooled. He didn't know how Li Si had survived until now.

Bai Qi planned to go back and continue practicing his shooting, but he was intercepted halfway there.

"You really don't recognize me?" Zhao Ke'er gritted her teeth, wishing she could swallow Bai Qi whole.

Bai Qi was baffled and had no idea where her hatred came from.

After a moment of contemplation, Bai Qi, having confirmed once again that he had absolutely no recollection of the person before him, said coldly, "You may have mistaken me for someone else."

"I would never mistake someone for someone else," Zhao Ke'er said with absolute certainty.

"Don't try to fool me with such a low-level trick as amnesia. I will repay you for every humiliation you have caused me in the past!"

"..." Bai Qi left without looking back. This person was simply insane; he had already said he didn't know her.

……

On the other side of Qingshui City, Wu Song had returned to the police station, but he still seemed a little dazed.

The law enforcement team is small, and nowadays it's not only dangerous but also pays very little. Apart from those who are determined to uphold justice and have a firm belief, anyone who has a way to make money would not choose to do this job.

Therefore, the entire law enforcement team in the East District has less than 100 people in total, and since they are often on missions, there are even fewer people in the police station.

A burly man walked over and patted Wu Song on the shoulder: "Kid, what's wrong? Why do you look so worried?"

Wu Song snapped out of his daze and glanced at the man.

"Brother Bear."

The man in front of him, whom he called "Brother Xiong," was Xiong Ming, the captain of the enforcement team in charge of the East District and a mid-stage third-tier officer.

"What's wrong with you? What happened on your territory?" Xiong Ming asked, puzzled.

Recently, monsters have been appearing more frequently, so it's normal for some accidents to happen.

"No." Wu Song shook his head.

"There are just some things I can't figure out."

"Oh? Why don't you tell me? I'll help you analyze it." Xiong Ming became interested. As the person in charge of the entire eastern district, guiding these younger colleagues was also one of his tasks.

He really liked Wu Song, and he didn't want to see such a great young man get into trouble.

"Brother Xiong, tell me, was what I did wrong?"

Xiong Ming's face darkened, but not because he was targeting Wu Song.

"You're not wrong, the wrong thing is this unreasonable era."

"Those people think they are superior and can do whatever they want once they have power, regarding ordinary people as ants. Little do they know that in the eyes of those who are even stronger, they are just slightly stronger ants as well."

"Those who have lost their beliefs and bottom line are no longer worthy of being called human beings. That is why we exist. Our purpose is to cleanse these social dregs."

Wu Song felt a warmth in his heart and continued to ask, "Brother Xiong, if I have greater strength, will I be able to better uphold justice?"

Xiong Ming sighed heavily: "Although I don't know why you asked such a question, I can tell you clearly."

“Great power can often lead people astray. Without firm beliefs, no matter how strong the power you acquire, you may not be able to achieve your original goal.”

Xiong Ming put one hand on Wu Song's shoulder and said, "Over the years, I've dealt with quite a few criminals, and quite a few of them were cultivators."

"Many people start their cultivation with the goal of gaining the power to protect themselves, but as their power grows stronger, their ambitions also swell."

"Only those monks who truly possess their own beliefs will not be swayed by external things."

Wu Song seemed to understand, but not quite. A cultivator with conviction? He could only be considered half a cultivator at most.

Unlike other law enforcement officers who were committed to upholding justice, he initially joined the law enforcement team partly to escape the pursuit of the White Shark Gang, and partly to repay Captain Di Qing for saving his life.

Having stayed here for so long, he found himself starting to like this place. Now, even if he were to return to his former life as an ordinary person, he probably couldn't.

Just then, someone rushed over.

"Brother Xiong, something terrible has happened! The White Shark Gang has gathered all the underground forces in Qingshui City and they're planning something big!!"