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"A thousand-year Fire Ginseng? Is this information accurate?"

Yang Ling immediately poured a cup of tea for Chu Huatian.

Chu Huatian was somewhat flattered and quickly took the teacup with both hands:

"Thank you, Director Yang, for pouring the tea. This news about the Fire Ginseng is absolutely true. My father even considered acquiring it."

"After all, even if an ordinary person consumed this item, it would surely prolong their life and strengthen their physique."

Yang Ling nodded inwardly.

He had consumed a hundred-year Fire Ginseng before, and its effects of increasing Vital Qi and HP would essentially be life-prolonging for an ordinary person, wouldn't it?

"Which medicinal shop has this item? How much silver are they planning to sell it for?"

Yang Ling asked.

"It was purchased by the Chen Family Medicinal Shop of Tingjiang City from a mountain woodcutter."

Yang Ling's expression shifted. Tingjiang City wasn't actually far from Green Mountain City—just a few mountains to cross, about seventy or eighty li of travel.

Among the dozen or so cities under Changhe Prefectural Capital, Tingjiang City probably ranked in the top three. It was a very prosperous area, far superior to Green Mountain City.

"Reserved by the Prefectural Governor, huh? That means the item hasn't reached him yet."

"The Prefectural Governor's son, Blue Moon, is collaborating with the Rong tribe. He's no good, so naturally, the Prefectural Governor isn't any good either."

Yang Ling's thoughts stirred as he formed a plan.

As long as this item hadn't been consumed, the thousand-year Fire Ginseng would be his.

"They say martial artists defy the law with their skills. It's true enough. Too bad I'm also the Director of First Division, Public Security Department, Changhe Prefectural Capital."

Yang Ling sighed inwardly, then resumed drinking tea and making small talk with Chu Huatian, appearing to have lost interest in the Fire Ginseng reserved by the Prefectural Governor.

"By the way, Huatian, what's the stock of Spirit Nurturing Pills at your Chu Family Medicinal Shop?"

Yang Ling asked casually.

Chu Huatian was momentarily startled and showed a troubled expression:

"Director Yang, this is somewhat of a trade secret..."

"Since it's a trade secret, I won't ask. Take your time drinking. I'll take my leave."

Yang Ling placed a few copper coins on the table and stood up to leave.

Chu Huatian immediately realized he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly spoke in a gentle tone to persuade Yang Ling to stay.

"Director Yang, I hadn't finished speaking just now. If you want to ask, I'll certainly tell you everything I know."

Chu Huatian said with an awkward smile:

"Our Chu Family Medicinal Shop currently has about three to four hundred Spirit Nurturing Pills in stock. I estimate that's enough to sell for a month."

"I still have eighty-three Spirit Nurturing Pills on hand. Since I can't make it to Extreme Flame Sword Manor anytime soon, they'll just sit there."

"Twelve Paths Vajra Legs' Proficiency is already at 11,463. I need almost 90,000 more to advance to Skilled..."

Thinking of this, Yang Ling immediately smiled:

"Sell me one hundred Spirit Nurturing Pills."

He simultaneously took out all the silver notes he had on him and slapped them on the table. It was exactly fifty thousand taels in total.

Originally, he had sixty thousand taels, but he had used ten thousand taels to order the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Throwing Daggers from the Master Craftsman.

Chu Huatian stared at the silver notes in front of him, stunned. The next moment, he quickly gathered the notes and glanced around.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he let out a sigh of relief and lowered his voice:

"Director Yang, wealth shouldn't be displayed. Especially with your special status—if someone with ill intentions saw this and gossiped to the Inspection Department, it wouldn't be good."

He sighed inwardly. How exactly had this man embezzled to amass such a fortune in such a short time?

He even felt a sudden urge to become a Constable himself, to follow this man—it might be more profitable than his Chu Family Medicinal Shop.

Yang Ling said with a serious expression: "What do you take me for? This money came from selling rare exotic herbs and flowers I collected from Water Qilin Cave. Legitimate income!"

"Ah? You gathered quite a few rare exotic herbs and flowers? Then why didn't you sell any to our Chu Family Medicinal Shop..."

Chu Huatian blurted out instinctively.

Yang Ling smiled, stood up, and patted him on the shoulder:

"I'm heading back to the Ironclad Department. Make sure to deliver the Spirit Nurturing Pills. And be quick about it."

"I think I said the wrong thing again. Sigh..."

Chu Huatian shook his head in frustration, then stood up and hurriedly left to prepare the Spirit Nurturing Pills for Yang Ling.

...

As soon as Yang Ling returned to the Public Security Department, he saw Lü Zhan chatting and laughing with Lan Jiao.

When the two spotted Yang Ling, they immediately clasped their hands in salute.

"Director Yang."

"Director Lan, what brings you here?"

Yang Ling asked with a smile.

Lan Jiao hesitated, then said: "Director Yang, shall we talk inside?"

Yang Ling nodded and followed Lan Jiao into the inner room.

Once inside, before Lan Jiao could speak, Yang Ling smiled and said:

"The Bandit Apprehension Division has worked hard investigating the Immortal God Sect these past few days."

"Not at all, not at all. It's all part of the job."

Lan Jiao waved his hand, then said:

"The reason I came is also to report some matters regarding the Immortal God Sect to you, Director Yang."

"Oh? Has Director Lan figured out the identity of that Immortal God Sect Branch Leader?"

Yang Ling's expression shifted.

Lan Jiao's face grew somewhat solemn:

"That Branch Leader comes and goes like a phantom. Very few have ever seen his true face. I'm afraid it will be difficult to uncover his true identity in a short time."

Yang Ling: "Then what is it about the Immortal God Sect? We've already put those Heretic Cultists on the list under covert surveillance, just waiting for that Branch Leader to show his face before we close the net together."

Lan Jiao lowered his voice: "My subordinates uncovered a piece of information. They may have found a location where the Immortal God Sect is hiding their valuables."

"Based on our estimates, that stash probably isn't less than fifty thousand taels."

"If this information is true, that place will certainly be heavily guarded."

"I can't make a decision on my own, so I thought I'd ask for your opinion, Director Yang."

"A location where the Immortal God Sect is hiding their valuables? No less than fifty thousand taels?"

Yang Ling's expression shifted slightly as he also lowered his voice:

"Is this information genuine?"

A barely perceptible hint of mockery flashed in Lan Jiao's eyes.

Of course, Yang Ling sensed all of this.

He couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

This fool thought fifty thousand taels could tempt him?

He had just casually spent fifty thousand taels of silver.

"I'd say it's about eighty to ninety percent certain. I was thinking, if it's true, the fewer people who go, the better. That way, it's less likely to alert the enemy."

Lan Jiao spoke while observing Yang Ling's expression.

He soon caught a flicker of interest on Yang Ling's face.

Lan Jiao nodded inwardly. The matter was essentially settled.

Martial artists never had enough resources, especially someone as young as this newly promoted Sixth-Rank?

To secure a foothold at Sixth-Rank, he would need to temper his Vital Qi and cultivate his Internal Technique.

All of these required resources as support.

"How about this: if this information turns out to be true, what if I go with you?"

Yang Ling said thoughtfully.

Lan Jiao lowered his voice: "No rush, Director Yang. Let me confirm it a bit more. If I'm about eighty to ninety percent certain, then we'll make this trip!"

"Very good."

Soon, Yang Ling and Lan Jiao clasped their hands in farewell at the entrance of the courtyard.

Chu Huatian also came looking for him at that moment, his face filled with shock and uncertainty.

As Lan Jiao passed by him, he merely gave him a casual glance and paid him no further attention.

"Dir-Director Yang."

Chu Huatian spotted Yang Ling standing at the entrance of the Public Security Department courtyard and immediately jogged over, clasping his hands in salute, his voice somewhat stammering.

Just as he was entering the gate, he had heard an incredibly explosive piece of news!

This Chief Constable Yang, without a word or a sound, had been promoted to Director of First Division, Public Security Department, Changhe Prefectural Capital!

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