High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

I got up, washed up, and quickly ate breakfast at the cafeteria.

Shen Chang'an carried a cup of soy milk into his spacious office.

He sat in front of the computer, logged into the internal system of the Town Night Division, and pulled up the roster of cultivators in Qingzhou District.

The screen was filled with rows and rows of data.

"In the past, the number of local cultivators recorded in Qingzhou District, including family members of all sizes and independent cultivators, totaled seventy-nine."

Shen Chang'an swiped the mouse, calculating in his mind.

"Adding those six unlucky souls who just passed the test yesterday and are reporting for duty today, and counting Li Xiwan... there are now exactly eighty-six legal cultivators in the entire Qingzhou District."

The task of locating and interviewing all eighty-plus people within the next few days, while also uncovering any potentially unregistered individuals, is unimaginable.

Shen Chang'an stroked his chin and began to mentally assess the available manpower in the branch.

"Old Zhao went to the district government's conference room early this morning. He's probably arguing with the old folks from those families in Qingzhou District right now, banging on the table and arguing about this year's resource allocation ratio. Bai Yin, that girl, led the logistics team to various orphanages and welfare homes early this morning to conduct outreach activities, and while she was at it, she was also using the spirit-testing stones to find a needle in a haystack..."

After all the calculations, now, apart from the logistics and security personnel who are made up of ordinary people, the only person in the entire branch with cultivation is Li Xiwan, who has only been with the company for a short time.

"We'll have to conscript men."

Shen Chang'an sighed, picked up the soy milk, and walked out of the office, heading all the way to the training ground.

At this moment, the six new recruits who barely passed yesterday were already standing obediently in a row at the edge of the training field, carrying large and small bags of luggage, waiting for their superiors to give them instructions.

Li Xiwan, dressed in a clean and neat tracksuit, was practicing the basic spiritual energy control that Lao Zhao had taught her in the center of the field.

"Xiwan, stop for a moment, come and help me."

Shen Chang'an waved.

Upon hearing this, Li Xiwan immediately withdrew her spiritual power and jogged over to Shen Chang'an, her fair forehead still covered in a fine layer of sweat: "What's wrong?"

Shen Chang'an pointed to the six nervous newcomers not far away and said, "The Municipal Bureau just issued a strict order to conduct a surprise inspection and re-registration of all cultivators in the district in the next few days. I have to personally lead a team out on this trip, and I probably won't be at the branch for the whole day."

"Our branch is severely understaffed right now; Lao Zhao and Bai Yin aren't here. So..."

Shen Chang'an looked at Li Xiwan and smiled somewhat apologetically: "Today, I'll have to trouble you to temporarily act as the instructor. You'll be in charge of the initial guidance and basic physical training for these six new recruits. You don't need to teach anything too advanced; just get them running, practicing their stances, and feeling their spiritual energy. Don't let them cause any trouble."

Li Xiwan glanced at the group of young people who were about the same age as her. Although she herself had only recently started cultivating, she was always calm and responsible, so she did not refuse.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Li Xiwan nodded seriously and agreed.

"Don't worry, go ahead and investigate. I'll keep an eye on things here."

"Thanks, I'll treat you to a meal after I'm done with this busy period."

Shen Chang'an said with a sigh of relief, then packed his things, turned and walked towards the garage, ready to begin today's tedious but important investigation task.

Time flew by, and it was already 11 a.m.

Shen Chang'an had been driving that black motorcycle for a whole morning.

The first eleven people on the roster have been verified. Two of them, independent cultivators, had recently moved away from Qingzhou District to develop elsewhere, and Shen Chang'an had marked them accordingly in the tablet's system.

"Next is the twelfth, and also the last target this morning."

Shen Chang'an glanced at the information. The target's name was Li Sinan, 42 years old, with a cultivation level of two realms. His occupation was listed as: Feng Shui Master.

For rogue cultivators like them with some minor cultivation, if they behave themselves and don't do anything illegal or disorderly, they can actually live quite comfortably in the secular world.

They go out to do feng shui and fortune telling, and occasionally use some basic magic to create some "strange phenomena" to scare people. Those superstitious and wealthy bosses will definitely treat them like living gods, and they can be said to make a fortune.

This is why the information shows that Li Sinan lives in a high-end villa area.

He parked his car at the entrance of the villa area. Faced with the routine questioning of the security personnel, Shen Chang'an skillfully pulled out a "special department" ID card with the national emblem of Donghuang Kingdom stamped on it from his pocket.

This pass was specifically used by the Night Watchman's Office to deal with inspections from ordinary units and secular people. After all, the existence of the Night Watchman's Office was strictly confidential to ordinary people. As soon as the gatekeeper saw the bright red seal and the words "Special Grade Unit," he immediately became respectful and raised the barrier to let them through without saying a word.

Following the tree-lined path, Shen Chang'an parked his car in front of Villa No. 09.

Not long after I rang the doorbell, the door opened with a "click".

The man who opened the door was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a full beard and a very thin build. Despite the sweltering heat, he was wearing a large blue Taoist robe and even had a string of walnuts in his hand, deliberately trying to adopt the demeanor of a hermit with an air of otherworldly wisdom.

"Whom are you looking for, layman? If it's for feng shui advice, I'm already resting today and won't be seeing any guests."

Li Sinan squinted, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance and impatience.

Shen Chang'an was too lazy to watch him play tricks, so he simply took out the black iron badge of the Zhenye Division, which represented power and killing, from his pocket and waved it in front of him.

"Night Watch, routine inspection and registration throughout the district."

The moment Master Li, who had been so aloof just a second ago, saw the badge clearly, his legs trembled violently. The haughty expression on his face instantly crumbled, and his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, immediately replaced by a fawning smile.

"Oh my! It's the commander of the Night Guard! Look at me, so blind! Please come in, please come in!"

Li Sinan quickly stepped aside, bowing and scraping as he ushered Shen Chang'an inside.

Shen Chang'an followed him into the living room, but his brows furrowed involuntarily.

This glamorous villa on the outside had a living room that was as messy as a garbage dump, with takeout boxes, empty wine bottles, and discarded talismans scattered everywhere, making it impossible to even step inside.

Li Sinan awkwardly rubbed his hands together, then hurriedly mobilized his meager spiritual power to cast a clumsy wind spell. A gentle breeze swept by, barely managing to blow the trash on the ground into a corner and clear a path.

"Please excuse my poor behavior, sir. I've been busy with divination lately and haven't had time to manage things properly..."

Li Sinan chuckled and explained, pointing to the sofa covered in unknown oil stains and dust.

"Please have a seat, sir."

Shen Chang'an curled his lip in disgust; he would rather stand than sit on that sofa.

"In the past... wasn't it always Director Zhao who personally came to do the registration? Why are you, such a young officer, trotting the whole way here today?"

Li Sinan rubbed his hands together as he cautiously tried to strike up a conversation.

"Old Zhao has been busy lately and hasn't had time to deal with you guys."

Shen Chang'an spoke in a calm tone, while taking out a palm-sized bronze statue from his pocket and casually placing it on the coffee table next to him.

This statue depicts Bi'an, one of the seven sons of the dragon.

The Bi'an is a mythical beast in legend, known for its ability to distinguish right from wrong and to make impartial judgments. In the Zhenye Division, this statue serves as a highly effective lie detector. If it detects any signs of guilt or spiritual energy fluctuations in the person being questioned, the statue's eyes will glow red; otherwise, they glow green.