I attained immortality through meditation in the Great Qian Dynasty.

They rarely saw the county magistrate get so angry.

Chen Chong knelt on one knee.

"Please calm down, sir! I... I was just doing my duty!"

"Serving the public?"

Zhang Jing was so angry that he laughed instead.

"What kind of official business are you conducting? Bringing my benefactor, the miracle doctor of Willow Creek Town, to the main hall as a war criminal? Who gave you the audacity!"

Chen Chong lowered his head even further.

"My lord! This matter... involves lives and deaths, I dare not fail to report it!"

Chen Chong braced himself and reported what had happened at the restaurant.

With each sentence he spoke, Zhang Jing's expression grew increasingly grim.

He certainly didn't believe Zhao Zian would kill someone.

There must be something fishy about this.

Zhao Zian remained silent.

Su Mei could no longer contain herself.

"Lord Zhang! Don't listen to his nonsense! This is all slander!"

"It was that young master Wang! It must have been him! He framed us!"

Zhang Jing gestured to Su Mei to calm down.

"Young Master Wang?"

"Which prince?"

Chen Chong said in a deep voice.

"It's Young Master Wang from the county town. He said... the deceased was his attendant, and he personally witnessed Mr. Zhao's feud with the deceased. He demands that we severely punish the murderer and give him justice."

Young Master Wang!

He was a notorious playboy who ran rampant in the county town.

This man is cunning and ruthless; many who oppose him have ended up with their families destroyed and their lives ruined.

Why did he come to Liuxi Town?

How could he possibly end up going up against Zhao Zi'an?

a long time.

Zhang Jing exhaled a breath of stale air.

"quiet!"

"There are many doubts surrounding this case, and we cannot draw any conclusions hastily."

"Witness and waiter, take them back to the yamen and keep them under strict guard. No one is allowed to touch them! I will interrogate them personally!"

"Physical evidence: the deceased's body. The coroner is ordered to immediately examine the body and ascertain the true cause of death, without any oversight!"

"Manager Su, as another key figure in this case, also needs to stay at the county office and cooperate with the investigation at any time."

Zhang Jing's gaze fell on Zhao Zi'an.

"As for Zhao Zi'an..."

"...Temporarily detained, pending further investigation by this official!"

Upon hearing this, Su Mei's face turned deathly pale.

"Lord Zhang!"

Two constables were about to put shackles on Zhao Zi'an.

"Wait!"

Zhang Jing stopped him again.

He stepped down from the table and came to Zhao Zian in person.

Zhang Jing lowered his voice.

"Brother Zhao, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"This young master Wang has ill intentions. On the surface, I must follow the rules; otherwise, it will only give him more excuses to attack us."

Zhao Zian smiled faintly.

"Brother Zhang, you're too kind. I understand your difficulties."

"Don't worry."

Zhang Jing lowered his voice even further.

"I've made all the arrangements in prison; you absolutely won't suffer the slightest bit. Just think of it as a couple of days of peace and quiet in a different place."

"I will definitely get to the bottom of this case! No matter who he is, anyone who dares to play tricks on my turf will be punished severely!"

Zhao Zian nodded.

"Thank you for your trouble, Brother Zhang."

Zhang Jing made the best choice.

First, appease Young Master Wang, then imprison yourself.

Then, they secretly investigated, looking for an opportunity to break the deadlock.

This is the proper way to be an official.

If Zhang Jing had released the man on the spot out of sheer passion, that would have been truly foolish.

"Someone come here."

Zhang Jing straightened up.

"Take Mr. Zhao...to the jail."

The yamen runners were all shrewd and clever.

"yes!"

The two constables bowed politely to Zhao Zian.

"Mr. Zhao, please."

Zhao Zian nodded slightly to Zhang Jing before following the yamen runner.

......

The long street outside the restaurant.

Young Master Wang strolled out.

The three of them walked through the bustling streets and turned into an alley.

Young Master Wang stopped and stretched.

"Uncle Quan".

He didn't even turn his head.

"Don't you think this little place is quite interesting?"

The old man on the left is Quan Bo.

"Young master is right. Ordinary rural towns can't produce such a tough guy. That constable is fine, he's just a stubborn fool, but that guy surnamed Zhao has some skills."

Young Master Wang smiled.

"Yes, there's some trick to it."

"I just looked at him, and from head to toe, his face was like a frozen lake, without a single crack."

"An ordinary person would either panic or get angry. He was too calm, abnormally calm."

"This composure is unlike that of an ordinary doctor."

The eagle-eyed old man on the right, known as Ghost Uncle, spoke up.

"It's more than just dissimilar."

The smile on Young Master Wang's lips deepened.

"Uncle Quan, you have the best eye. Look at that guy surnamed Zhao, does he... have any spiritual energy about him?"

Quan Bo answered.

"Yes, young master."

"Oh?"

Quan Bo continued.

"Although the fluctuation of spiritual energy was subtle, it could not escape the old servant's notice. If the old servant is not mistaken, this person should be at the fourth level of Qi Refining."

"Qi Refining Level 4..."

Young Master Wang chuckled.

"What kind of healer is a mere Qi Refining Stage 4 cultivator, stuck in this godforsaken, desolate place?"

"Am I dreaming? Or has the world changed? When did cultivators who embark on the path of immortality willingly stoop to associating with mortals, saving those ants who live only a day and die at night for a few cheap compliments?"

Quan Bo kept his head down and didn't reply.

He knew his young master's temperament.

This man's way of thinking is beyond the comprehension of those who serve him.

Gui Bo then analyzed.

"Perhaps they sought refuge here. They may have offended someone or some sect, and are hiding in this mortal town, using the identity of a divine healer as a disguise."

"Seeking refuge?"

Young Master Wang suppressed his smile.

"What kind of important person could a mere Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator have offended? Is it worth all this trouble to pretend?"

"Furthermore, didn't you notice? The spiritual energy around him is very pure, and his foundation is exceptionally solid. He doesn't seem like a rogue cultivator; it's more like... he's received some legitimate inheritance."

"That makes it even more interesting."

"A cultivator with a inherited lineage, instead of finding a secluded paradise to cultivate in seclusion, runs off to the mortal realm to open a clinic. Either he's a saint whose brain was kicked by a donkey, or..."

"...His ambitions are far-reaching."

"Young master, are you saying there's something strange about Willow Creek Town?"

Gui Bo's eyes sharpened.

"It's hard to say."

Young Master Wang shook his head.

"Perhaps there's some spiritual vein or treasure buried beneath this town, or perhaps he's hiding some secret we don't know about. Either way, it's far more interesting than investigating the death of a fool."

"Did you see the body?"

Quan Bo answered.

"I've seen it. There's a very fine wound on the deceased's neck, a clean and swift kill. But strangely, there are burn marks around the wound, which doesn't seem to be the work of an ordinary weapon."

"Oh? Burning?"

Young Master Wang became interested.

"Yes."

Quan Bo affirmed.

"It's more like... being pierced by some extremely fine and fast fire-attribute energy. Ordinary concealed weapon techniques cannot achieve this."

"Fire attribute energy..."

Young Master Wang pondered.