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Before any wild animals came smelling the blood, Zheng Dayou quickly gathered up the half-snake carcass and happily headed towards the city.
It was still dark when the city gate guards were yawning. Then they saw Zheng Dayou carrying a fox corpse as he walked from a distance.
"Brother, are you here to refine pills too?" The guard looked curiously at the fox corpse on Zheng Dayou's shoulder.
"What kind of pills are you refining?" Zheng Dayi was taken aback, having no idea what the guard was talking about.
"You don't know?" Seeing the man looking at him with suspicion, the guard had no choice but to patiently explain about the pills. He then smiled and said, "You were the first person to bring demon flesh and blood into the city. If you were to refine pills, you would probably be the first martial artist to eat them."
"Am I the first one?" Zheng Dayou's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Then I'll trouble you, guard, to let me into the city as soon as possible."
"Understood, understood." The guard chuckled, not finding anything strange on Zheng Dayou. After thinking for a moment, he let him into the city.
Zheng Dayou headed straight for the prefectural government office, his heart pounding like a drum. He had a premonition that this might be his chance.
The yamen door.
The guards and constables were on high alert, but all they got was a simple-looking man.
Carrying half a fox corpse, he looked at the group of somewhat "fierce" imperial henchmen with eager eyes and stammered, "I heard from the guards at the city gate that we can exchange demon flesh and blood for pills to improve our martial arts cultivation, is that right?"
“Yes.” “Leng Leng,” the person in charge of this prefecture city, said, “But let me make it clear first, 50% of the pills produced must be handed over.”
Zheng Dayou grinned, "No problem."
The flesh and blood of the demon race were originally useless, and we couldn't even eat them. It's already a profit that we can use them to refine pills. As for handing over 50%... what's there to feel sorry about when it's something we found?
"Come and write your name." Leng Leng patiently helped Zheng Dayou fill in the information. The other party was illiterate, so the process was inevitably a bit difficult, but the girl's face showed no impatience and her expression remained calm.
As the youngest of the four great constables of the Six Doors, Leng Leng often had to take care of his senior brothers like an adult, especially his third senior brother, Zhui Feng. When he didn't speak, he was quite handsome, but when he did speak, he was like an idiot, with his brains practically spilling out of his mouth.
Unfortunately, Master always preferred to team up with his third senior brother on missions. He was incredibly annoying on the road, and Leng Leng had lost count of how many times she'd wanted to tear him to pieces.
It is precisely because she has spent so much time with annoying people that Leng Leng has developed a high tolerance for them. As long as the person doesn't call her by her real name in person, she can sit down and talk about even the biggest issues.
After filling in his identity information, Zheng Dayou stood silently at the entrance of the yamen, like a statue. Anyone who didn't know him would think he was one of the constables.
Leng Leng couldn't stand it anymore, so she pulled him aside and asked, "It'll be a while before the pill is finished. Don't you have anywhere to go? Don't just wait here."
Zheng Dayou scratched his head and said, "No."
He came to the city to find work, to make a living, and to continue his martial arts training, hoping to reach the level of blood exchange.
"Let's go for a stroll in the streets."
"There's no one on the street."
"Who said that? The breakfast vendors should be setting up their stalls by now."
Upon hearing about breakfast, Zheng Dayou's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded, saying, "Then I'll go take a look."
Leng Leng breathed a sigh of relief and waved her hand, saying, "Go quickly. By the time you finish eating, the pills will be almost ready."
Zheng Da nodded, smiled, and turned to walk towards the street, thinking about what he would eat later.
A young constable leaned over and asked, "Senior sister, why are you telling him so much?"
“This guy is stupid, and standing with us is bad for our image.” He said coldly, “If we don’t get rid of him, people will think that all the Six Doors are like this. How can we let our master lose face when we’re out in the world?”
The young constable wholeheartedly agreed, saying, "What my senior sister said makes sense."
Before long, more and more people appeared at the government office, all of them having heard the news and come to refine elixirs.
With so many people, the entrance became very crowded, and the constables began to complain in hushed tones.
"This place was only temporarily requisitioned. If you want a comfortable place to work, wait until the alchemy workshop is built. Now, get your act together."
She coldly adopted the airs of a senior sister, and her cold shout immediately jolted the constables awake.
Someone in the crowd recognized her and shouted, "It's Leng, one of the four great constables of the Six Doors!"
Upon hearing the name "Captain Leng," the crowd immediately erupted in excitement, pushing forward to catch a glimpse of the legendary Four Great Constables.
The Six Doors enjoyed a high reputation among the people, not only because of the fame of "Guo the Great Hero," but also because of their duties and their closer connection with the common people.
Demons and great demons are rare, but people who use force to commit evil are everywhere. Especially in the first few years after the great changes in the world, the crime rate rose sharply, and the security situation in various parts of the Ming Dynasty was very poor.
It is thanks to the continuous efforts of the Six Doors over the years that ordinary people can live and work in peace and contentment.
In the narrow gate of the government office, the excited crowd gradually lost control, giving Leng Leng a whiff of danger.
"Draw the sword."
He coldly and without hesitation issued the order.
Without saying a word, the guards and constables drew their weapons!
The guards held broadswords, while the constables from the Six Doors carried out various weapons.
Some people are swords, some are knives, some are flails, some are iron rulers—all sorts of strange weapons are available.
As soon as the gleaming weapons were revealed, the restless crowd immediately quieted down, and the people at the front desperately hid behind, afraid of being the first to be shot.
"The Six Doors isn't your backyard, so watch out!"
His cold gaze swept over the crowd.
Once the crowd regained order, the constables proceeded with the registration in an orderly manner.
Just then, a man walked out of the yamen, carrying a wooden box, and headed towards Leng Leng.
An unusual medicinal fragrance wafted from the box. The martial artist who was closest to it only needed to smell it once, and his blood and energy suddenly became stronger.
"It's a medicinal pill!"
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The moment the flesh-and-blood elixir appeared in people's sight, the government office suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
Countless greedy eyes fell on the wooden box.
His cold expression darkened.
"What's the rush? It's not like we're not letting you refine it. Just line up obediently and follow the rules. If anyone has any other ideas, don't blame me for not warning you. Your life isn't as tough as the Six Doors' blade!"
Upon hearing this, they finally regained their senses.
Those present were all wandering martial artists. The prestigious sects hadn't even bothered to contact the government, and these few worthless individuals didn't dare to offend the Six Doors.
However, some people were skeptical and whispered among themselves while waiting in line, wondering why someone would come out with pills at such a convenient time.
Suspicion spreads like wildfire.
She looked at them coldly and dissatisfied, feeling a little regretful for taking on this task. If it weren't for her master's repeated instructions and insistence on her coming, she wouldn't have liked being with these rough men.
These people are like they have no brains.
What's so great about a few demon corpses that you can fool?
Just then, Zheng Dayou returned from the street, having eaten and drunk his fill. He patted his bulging belly, then pushed through the crowd and shouted, "Sir, where are my pills?"
"What an idiot." Leng Leng glared at him with disappointment.
How dare a guy with such low martial arts skills expose his possession of elixirs in broad daylight? Isn't he afraid of being robbed when he goes out?
Zheng Dayou had obviously not thought about this. He only saw more and more people and was afraid that his pills would be wasted. He looked anxiously at Leng Leng.
"Give the pill to that idiot!"
He said it coldly and irritably.
The constables took the wooden box from the alchemist, then walked over to Zheng Dayou and stuffed the pills into his arms.
Zheng Dayou sniffed the wooden box with longing, the refreshing medicinal fragrance almost penetrating his mind.
Although he didn't know the effects of the pill, Zheng Dayou carefully put away the wooden box and was about to leave when he heard a cold voice.
"Fool, you'd better take the pill before you leave. If you leave the city, you'll be eaten clean, bones and all, in no time."
He gave a cold, heavy snort.
Zheng Dayou's steps were stiff, and he slowly turned his head like a robot, his neck looking as if it were screwed on.
He was simple-minded, but not stupid. He immediately turned around and glanced at the martial artists queuing up. Those people made no attempt to hide their greed; their eyes were red as if they wanted to devour people.
Zheng Dayou was startled and quickly took a few steps back, hiding beside the constables, trembling with fear and unsure of what to do.
"Eat up!" Seeing his sluggish manner, Leng Leng immediately thought of her annoying third senior brother, and a surge of anger rushed to her head.
"Oh, okay." Zheng Dayou belatedly took out the wooden box from his pocket. With that one action, he felt the burning gazes around him.
He was a bit slow-witted, but not stupid. He knew exactly what that gaze meant, so without saying a word, he opened the wooden box and swallowed the pills inside.
as predicted.
As soon as he finished his action, the restless martial artists at the yamen gate calmed down, and their gazes changed from greed to curiosity.
The martial artists here have undergone at least five or six blood transfusions, so everyone could sense that Zheng Da had very little true essence and blood energy, and knew that he was a novice who hadn't even completed a blood transfusion.
How much efficacy can a single pill actually provide?
The moment Zheng Dayou swallowed the pill, he felt as if he had swallowed a small sun. The scalding hot ball rolled down his esophagus all the way to his dantian, making him feel a little dizzy.
"Hurry up and start breathing exercises."