Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 528 Famous Detective Zhen Lei
As dusk settled like thick ink, it slowly seeped into the vast land of Daqian. The procession of Qingyi Tower resembled a winding underground river, flowing silently across the desolate landscape.

However, as the team penetrated deep into the heart of the Great Qian Dynasty like an arrow, the once mighty force gradually diminished, like snow melting in spring.

However, the team had already lost half of its members before even leaving Ningzhou. Each disappearing figure was like a star swallowed by darkness, leaving no trace.

Upon entering Yongzhou territory, the group stopped in a desolate wilderness overgrown with weeds.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the horizon blood red, and the panting of the cavalry and the clash of weapons intertwined.

This shouldn't be a time for rest. The men and horses are not yet exhausted, and there is plenty of food. But Liang Jin suddenly raised his hand, signaling the troops to stop.

His eyes gleamed with an unusual light, an indescribable epiphany, as if he had suddenly caught a glimmer of dawn in the darkest night.

A mysterious yet clear feeling surged through Liang Jin's heart like a turbulent tide.

That's a profound understanding of marksmanship!
Since entering the [Nine Void Boundless Realms], both the main body and the clone have been practicing diligently day and night. This enlightenment is like a seed buried deep in the ground, quietly sprouting under the nourishment of time.

Once, it was like a flower in the mist or the moon in the water, hazy and elusive, but now, in this instant, it has become as clear as the sun breaking through the clouds.

Liang Jin had experienced this once before, so he wasn't too surprised this time, but he was still pleasantly surprised:
"It's the intent of a gun!"

"My spear intent has finally been formed!"

Since he condensed his fist intent, Liang Jin has been practicing his spear technique in the [Nine Void Boundless Realm].

After a long period of hard work, he has finally reaped the rewards today!

In an instant, Liang Jin felt that his understanding and mastery of marksmanship had reached an unprecedented level.

This situation will undoubtedly allow him to increase the power and effectiveness of his marksmanship when facing enemies, leading to victory.

"After having the intent of fist, I actually managed to condense the intent of spear as well. This [Nine Void Boundless] is truly amazing."

"Throughout history, how many people have simultaneously comprehended two martial intents?"

He looked back through the long river of memories, searching through the ancient records of the Star Demon Sea, but he had never seen a martial artist who could simultaneously condense two martial intents.

Most of the powerful individuals who can condense martial intent are already white-haired and over sixty years old.

The passage of time, physical aging, and lack of energy meant that they could only focus on cultivating one kind of martial intent throughout their lives.

Even if someone were to actually condense a second martial intent, they would probably be an absolute genius.

Despite his young age, Liang Jin possesses two different martial arts intents.

If, as time goes by, Liang Jin will develop a third, a fourth, a fifth martial intent... eventually reaching an astonishing level.

"Next, it is to consolidate and enhance the realm of martial intent, and then to condense new martial intent?"

Liang Jin couldn't help but ponder.

There are three realms of martial intent: Observing the Waves, Entering the Seclusion, and Without Edge.

Liang Jin's spear intent had only just been formed, and his strongest fist intent was only at the Guanlan realm, still a step away from the Ruyou realm.

However, Liang Jin had already witnessed that Wang Jinwu, the eunuch in the capital, was capable of entering the realm of the Netherworld!
If Liang Jin improves his fist intent and enters the Netherworld Realm as soon as possible, he will undoubtedly have a much greater chance of winning when facing top masters in the future.

If he wanted to gather other martial intents, Liang Jin no longer intended to gather common martial intents such as sword intent or saber intent.

He will take an unconventional approach, intending to concentrate his arrow's intent.

While bows and arrows are common in military formations, they are extremely rare among martial arts masters.

Liang Jin has now made some progress in archery and is planning to give it a try.

"Let's not worry about that now. The important thing is to find a place to test my shooting skills."

Liang Jin steadied himself and was about to take action.

At this moment, Mr. Ding arrived.

Mr. Ding wore a white-washed long gown, his hair was white, but his eyes revealed wisdom and vicissitudes.

This old man was well-versed in the situation of Daqian and Ximo, and was steady in his work. Although he had not been a member of Qingyi Tower for long, he had already become a recognized strategist in Qingyi Tower.

Liang Jin also valued him highly.

But the only thing that worried Liang Jin was that Mr. Ding had never shown any desire.

He had very low material desires, could wear the same clothes for more than ten years without changing them, and had no need for jade or gold and silver decorations.

His spiritual pursuits were also very low. He was not interested in collecting antiques, calligraphy, painting, music, chess, or calligraphy. In fact, he had not been close to women for decades since his spouse died. He also did not strive for fame, fortune, or status.

A person who has no interest in wealth, fame, power, or beauty, and is also very intelligent, will inevitably make others worry about him.

But Liang Jin was in dire need of manpower right now, so he took a small stool, sat down, and listened to what he had to say.

Mr. Ding reported to Liang Jin:
"The majority of the troops have been deployed according to plan, and the rest will be deployed next."

"We will start with Ningzhou, then gradually expand to the entire northwest of Daqian, and then the whole territory of Daqian."

"At that time, every important city in the Great Qian Dynasty will have a floor of my Qingyi Tower, and each floor will have a master."

"If we can complete the planned 108 floors, it will undoubtedly give the Green Robe Tower a pivotal position and weight in the Great Qian Dynasty."

What Mr. Ding was referring to was also the grand blueprint for the high-rise buildings of Qingyi Building.

The power of the Great Qian Dynasty is already controlled by the imperial court and major sects, and the Green Robe Pavilion cannot get involved.

However, the forces hidden in the darkness beneath the Great Qian Dynasty still have many opportunities, and the goal of the Green Robe Pavilion is to develop in this area.

The six teams that entered the Great Qian Dynasty each had their own responsibilities, and Liang Jin's team was composed of the core high-ranking members of the Green Robe Tower. They acted as bait, attracting attention from all sides in the open, while protecting the development of the other teams in secret.

Finally, Mr. Ding added:
"However, my lord, any underground organization that wants to grow and expand in the Great Qian Dynasty will need someone with sufficient influence in the imperial court as an ally."

"If I'm not mistaken, the person behind the dead Commander Li in Ningzhou will probably send someone to contact us again. You might want to think about it carefully then."

Mr. Ding's words seemed to contradict Liang Jin's decision.

However, Liang Jin was not averse to this.

Because Liang Jin was well aware that Mr. Ding was acting in the best interests of the Qingyi Building as a whole.

Moreover, Liang Jin has already gotten what he wanted, so there is no longer any obstacle to forming an alliance with the person behind Li Wei.

At a certain level, personal feelings become unimportant; instead, interests become paramount.

If the alliance succeeds, then Li Wei can only be said to have died unjustly, becoming a laughable sacrifice.

If anyone is to blame, it's his own bad timing.

Thinking of this, Liang Jin looked towards the distance.

During her short break, Liu Yuan was asking Grandpa Lian about some of the contents of the Dragon Armor Divine Book.

It was Liang Jin who arranged for Liu Yuan to assist Old Master Lian.

Liu Yuan is a prodigy; she has a photographic memory, can draw inferences from one instance to ten, and has been well-versed in poetry and literature since childhood.

Such ability is undoubtedly a great talent in the study of ancient scripts.

Liang Jin also hoped that one of his own people could be among the decipherers of the Dragon Armor Divine Book.

Even the old man was generous, telling Liu Yuan everything he knew without reservation.

Liang Jin also handed over to the two the artifacts salvaged from the Star Demon Sea, research findings from previous generations, and research notes obtained from the Great Laughing King from the [Items] inventory.

Next, Liang Jin just needs to patiently wait for the results.

At this time.

Just then, Liang Jin's expression suddenly hardened, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

He looked at Mr. Ding, his tone calm yet carrying a hint of certainty:
"Everyone says that Mr. Ding is resourceful and has a brilliant plan, and it seems that his reputation is well-deserved."

"You just said that the person behind Li Wei would send someone to continue making contact, and here they are!" Liang Jin had already noticed that a master was rapidly approaching.

As soon as Liang Jin finished speaking, the experts in the Qingyi Tower camp had already noticed something.

Muzheluo was the first to shout angrily:
"who?!"

"How dare you trespass on my Qingyilou camp?"

He moved with the agility of a cheetah, leaping into the air, his long, curly hair dancing wildly in the wind, his wolf fur rustling in the wind, exuding a heroic spirit.

He moved like lightning, instantly blocking the rapidly approaching figure.

The figure approached with overwhelming force, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Faced with Mu Zheluo's obstruction, he not only did not slow down at all, but instead accelerated and rushed forward, clearly intending to compete with Mu Zheluo.

Upon seeing this, Muzhaluo said in a muffled voice:

"What audacity!"

"you wanna die!"

"Speak!" Mu Zheluo charged toward the figure with extreme ferocity, like a wolf in the sandstorm.

The moment he moved, his unique internal energy created a sandstorm, making the world seem to darken.

Amidst the sandstorm, a gigantic wolf's head phantom loomed, its gaping maw pouncing fiercely towards the figure.
This is Muzhaluo's signature move – Wrath of the Azure Wolf!
Mu Zheluo had long wanted to make a good impression on Liang Jin and show off his strength at Qingyi Tower.

At the same time, he also realized that the figure that had arrived was a master, and a true master at that.

Therefore, Muzheluo dared not underestimate his opponent.

As the giant wolf head surged, the figure did not flinch at all.

The figure let out a cold snort:
"Western Desert martial arts are nothing but trivial tricks."

"How can it compare to the profound and extensive martial arts of my Great Qian Dynasty?!"

With a cold snort, the figure suddenly raised his hand.

As the figure moved, it felt as if the immense power of heaven and earth was being drawn upon him, generating a terrifying force that made one's heart tremble.

It was as if the surrounding air was vibrating violently, causing everyone's hearts to pound rapidly.

Suddenly, the figure raised his hand and slammed it down.

That immense power suddenly pressed down, as if it could completely suppress even the heavenly lightning.

His slap landed squarely on the giant wolf's head.

"BOOM!!!!!!"

The sound was deafening.

The trees near the two fighters were shattered into pieces at that moment.

Even from a distance, some people with weak martial arts skills and some horses in the Qingyilou camp were so shocked that they fainted.

At that moment, the sandstorm and the giant wolf head suddenly vanished.

Mu Zheluo leaped backward, his face filled with astonishment.
"Such profound internal strength!"

"You're already at the peak of the third rank, and you're probably only one step away from the second rank!"

His face was noticeably pale, indicating that he had not only failed to gain the upper hand in his confrontation with the newcomer, but had actually suffered a loss.

Mu Zheluo's eyes were filled with resentment.

His third-rank strength was enough to make him stand out from the crowd, whether in the Kingdom of Sihali or the Western Desert.

Unexpectedly, not long after entering the Great Qian Dynasty, his pride was shattered by a master.

In this exchange, the difference in skill between the two sides was immediately apparent.

Muzheluo was clearly still a step behind his opponent.

The figure hovered in mid-air, not pressing its advantage.

Everyone finally got a clear look at the newcomer.

This person was wearing a black uniform, on which three eagles were embroidered with gold thread!

A golden eagle represents the commander of the Six Doors prefecture.

The two golden eagles represent that he is already a high-level manager stationed in Beijing within the Six Doors.

Only one type of person is qualified to possess the three Golden Eagles: those who are both senior managers and field staff members of the Six Doors.

There are only four such people in the Six Doors, and they are collectively known as the Four Great Constables!

The constable in front of us is clearly a man.

He was tall and imposing, wearing a large metal hat and a ferocious silver mask that completely covered his face, giving him a mysterious and terrifying aura.

He hovered high in the air, his eyes slowly sweeping over the crowd of Qingyi Tower through his mask, and said in a deep voice:
"If this is all the strength the Green Robe Tower has, then it would be best to head back to the Western Desert as soon as possible."

"The Great Qian is a land where dragons coil and tigers crouch; it is not a place that you Western Desert people can lay your hands on."

In the end, the achievements of this famous constable all came down to one person.

The man sat on a small stool in the core area of ​​the camp. His face was extremely ordinary, so ordinary that if one did not know him well, one would quickly forget his appearance.

Despite his youth, he sat while an elderly man with a third-grade cultivation level could only stand behind him.

This stark contrast highlights the person's status and power.

This person was none other than Liang Jin.

Liang Jin's gaze also fell upon the figure in mid-air, and he said calmly:
"It seems that you are Zhen Lei, the leader of the Four Great Constables."

Liang Jin had direct or indirect contact with the other three of the Four Great Constables.

Upon seeing the person before him, he immediately recognized their identity.

Looking at the display on the "Thousand-Mile Tracking" app again, I became even more certain.

In mid-air, Zhen Lei also replied, but only with a contemptuous snort.

Mr. Ding said in a low voice:

"Master, this person doesn't mention Commander Li of Ningzhou at all, so he's clearly not here to solve the case."

"His words were full of provocation; he probably wanted to test the strength of my Green Robe Pavilion."

Liang Jin nodded slightly, naturally aware of this.

Zhen Lei appeared here shortly after Li Wei's death; such a rapid reaction speed was clearly not the normal speed expected of a Daqian bureaucrat.

This only shows that he was handling personal matters, not official business.

It can be basically confirmed that he and Li Wei are in cahoots.

Liang Jin was just wondering whether the person behind Zhen Lei and Li Wei was the God of Arrest from the Six Doors.
If there were an alliance of the God of Catchers, then the white and black sides would complement each other perfectly.

It would be an easy task for Qingyi Tower to gain a foothold and establish itself in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Immediately, Liang Jin slowly stood up.

Although he didn't exude any aura as soon as he stood up, it still made Zhen Lei, who was in mid-air, tremble violently.

Liang Jin stood there, like a long spear pointing straight to the sky, its sharpness fully revealed, as if it could pierce through the sky!

(End of this chapter)