Becoming a god starts with one certificate becoming eternal.

Chapter 89 Special Compilation

The night rain continued.

The news of the flag-raising ceremony was not suppressed by the rain; instead, it spread quietly through various channels to the major upper-class forces and aristocratic families in the lower city.

The Green Owl Gang is the top gang in the lower city and a semi-official force, with its own set of rules. The change of leadership is not comparable to a street brawl. When it makes a move, the waterways, financial resources, and social networks of the lower city are all shaken.

The black market broker slammed the ledger shut and tapped the cover twice with his fingertips: "Star Hall — Ye Xiao, the new hall master, an inner disciple of the Azure Dragon Martial Arts Academy."

"Golden Bones kill Golden Bones —"

He chuckled softly, but the laugh wasn't warm: "The Azure Dragon Martial Arts School's luck is truly extraordinary."

The foreman glanced at his trusted men in the room, his voice low but chilling: "Starting tonight, all secret codes and passwords used for smuggling goods related to the old brothel are to be invalidated and replaced with new ones."

"From now on, anyone who takes an old one out to run a production line, whether they're genuinely stupid or trying to sell it to us—chop them up on the spot."

The waiter next to him swallowed hard, forcing a smile, "But—but this will cause us a lot more trouble—"

The broker interrupted him abruptly, his eyes turning cold: "Trouble can be paid for, but can a life be recovered?"

"The name of the empty hall has changed, and so have the rules and the blade. Are you going to provoke a ruthless person capable of killing even the Golden Bone just to avoid some trouble?"

He leaned forward, his tone even colder: "When things go wrong, will you be the one to die, or will I be the one to die?"

The waiter's face paled, and he immediately lowered his head, saying, "Understood."

Another area.

The lights were still on in all the martial arts schools.

When the news reached this place, some people stopped teaching boxing, some smashed teacups, and some had incredulous expressions on their faces.

They all understood: the position of hall master was a card, and the record of killing Jin Gu was a knife. The card was already heavy enough in one person's hand, and the knife was also in one person's hand, so the word "powerful" couldn't fully describe it.

There is one martial arts school with an atmosphere different from other places.

"Father, now you should understand what I mean by the future."

Xue Chan stood under the eaves, the rain pattering against the corners of the roof. Her tone was helpless, but without a trace of gloating: "Ye Xiao killed Xu Chongshan, that Golden Bone cultivator, and became the hall master directly, turning the empty hall into the Star Hall. Now you know you regret it, don't you?"

Xue Wuzhu's expression and tone remained unchanged, but a hint of resentment lingered in his eyes: "So what if I won and got the position of hall master? You know how important closed-door disciples are and how much resources they need. Where would I get the energy to support two people at once?"

Xue Chan glanced at him, not exposing his stubbornness, and calmly said, "Senior Brother Chen Tao may not be able to kill Xu Chongshan."

Xue Wuzhu snorted, as if speaking to himself, or perhaps trying to save face: "Chen Tao has already gone to the upper city and will soon become a martial artist. No matter how powerful Ye Xiao is, he may not be able to overcome that hurdle."

"If he can't overcome this hurdle, he will become the second Xu Chongshan, destined to become just another ordinary person, or be beaten to death."

He added, as if trying to suppress his regret: "What's more—he actually used Blood Burning Technique. Whether he can recover is hard to say, but at least it shows he doesn't value his life. How can someone like him compare to Chen Tao, who has a future?"

Xue Chan's voice was soft but firm: "He's a smart man. If he dares to burn his blood, he must know the consequences. Since he did it, he must have a backup plan."

Xue Wuzhu's lips twitched, but he only managed to utter one sentence, which could be considered an admission of defeat but not a genuine surrender: "You have a good relationship with him, so send some medicine over tomorrow. Don't skimp on the proper etiquette; after all, he is now the leader of the Qingxiao Gang."

"You're just stubborn and soft-hearted," Xue Chan scoffed, but her mind was already racing with ideas for a prescription.

You need to have everything: medicine to stop blood and qi imbalances, medicine to nourish muscles and tendons, and medicine to strengthen bones.

At the same time.

Inside the town's headquarters, a bronze stove warmed tea, and the window paper rustled softly in the rain. On the table lay a newly delivered briefing; though short, it caused the town's magistrate's perpetually unchanging expression to flutter for the first time.

Deputy Envoy Lu Xingzhou stood to the side and behind, holding the dossier. He originally wanted to say a few sarcastic remarks as usual, but when he saw the three words "Star Hall", the smile on his lips immediately stopped.

He swallowed hard and lowered his voice, "Sir, before you tell me to shut up, let me confirm—this isn't just someone with the same name, is it?"

The town magistrate said calmly, "What do you hope for?"

Lu Xingzhou immediately shook his head, quickly and honestly: "I don't want to believe it, I just can't believe it. That kid not only confirmed his status as a Golden Bone without making a sound, but also killed a veteran Golden Bone and took over the branch."

"According to intelligence, just a few months ago he was still rolling in the mud—"

He paused, as if trying to salvage the slight loss of face, and then added:

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"Of course, you've always had a keen eye. It's reasonable that he's capable enough to have caught your eye. It's just that his growth is too fast and too intense."

The town magistrate finally raised his eyes, glanced at him for a moment, and his gaze was as cold as ice. "Important point."

Lu Xingzhou immediately dropped his flowery language and spoke crisply and clearly: "Ye Xiao fulfilled his promise, and even completed it half the time you gave him. This man is usable, and worth betting on."

The town magistrate tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, like leaving an imprint.

"Since he kept his promise, we must also keep our promise."

Lu Xingzhou was taken aback: "Then, as previously stated, let him skip the internship and become a Yellow-rank Town Guard?"

"Mysterious level." The town magistrate corrected him gently, but his words left no room for doubt.

Lu Xingzhou was initially taken aback. The four levels of Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow were extremely difficult to advance even one level from the highest to the lowest. Some town guards remained at the Yellow level from the day they joined until their deaths.

But then he remembered Ye Xiao's potential and abilities and felt relieved.

He couldn't help but ask, "If it weren't for the strict rules at both the Heaven and Earth levels that only martial artists could hold this position, would you have promoted him to an even higher rank?"

"Yes." The town magistrate did not deny it.

Lu Xingzhou nodded rapidly: "Understood. It seems that the master truly thinks highly of him."

The town envoy closed the booklet, speaking calmly and deliberately: "Give him a Xuan-level weapon, but not an ordinary Xuan-level one."

Lu Xingzhou's spirits lifted: "Special approval?"

"Special staffing"

The town magistrate said, "They will only be registered under my name and will not be under anyone's command. They will also be given the authority to report directly; in case of life-threatening matters, they can submit reports directly to me."

Lu Xingzhou felt a chill run down his spine, but didn't say a word. This treatment was already putting him in the "future" stage.

Especially considering that a few days ago, the other party said they would give Ye Xiao a way to leave, a feeling of envy welled up in his heart.

The town magistrate continued, "Give him another dose of medicine."

Lu Xingzhou asked instinctively, "What medicine?"

The town magistrate looked up at him: "Returning Flame Powder."

Lu Xingzhou nearly dropped the case file, his voice dropping halfway: "A top-notch medicine? Specifically for treating the aftereffects of blood burning, it regulates qi and blood, strengthens muscles and bones. It's effective in half a month, and can restore 80-90% of the body within a month."

The town magistrate replied indifferently, "Those who are capable should be given positions according to custom."

She pulled a thin sheet of black paper from beside the desk, picked up her pen and wrote a few strokes with sharp, clean strokes.

"Go to the storeroom and get it." She pushed the paper over.

Lu Xingzhou's eyes twitched, and he took it with both hands, feeling reassured: This is the true envoy of the city.

If you're worth it, you'll get the full amount; if you're not, you won't even get a chance to touch the door.

He cupped his hands in greeting: "Your subordinate will take care of it immediately."

The town magistrate's gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window. Through the thick fog, the direction of the lower city appeared like a damp, cold black line. He simply said, "Collect the medicine tonight and deliver it tomorrow morning."

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