Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Wasn't Director Yang their boss?

Wei Ran instinctively looked toward Yang Ling.

Yang Ling said, "Changhe Prefectural Capital is launching a special crackdown operation, primarily targeting the Immortal God Sect. Haven't you heard of the Immortal God Sect in Tingjiang City?"

Wei Ran instinctively shook his head. "Never heard of it..."

Just then, someone bravely spoke up:

"Chief Constable Wang, I'm just a vegetable seller. I've never heard of any Immortal God Sect. You've got the wrong person."

"That's right, you've got the wrong people."

"I still have soup simmering at home. Let me go back quickly—the broth is going to boil dry!"

"Everyone, calm down."

"Since we've managed to invite you all here today, it must be because we have some evidence to bring you in for a visit.

If you truly aren't heretics of the Immortal God Sect, all you need to do is sign and fingerprint here, and you'll be free to go."

With that, he ordered his subordinates to bring over a stack of papers.

He pulled one out and pointed at the vegetable seller:

"You, the veggie vendor, yes, you. Come over and sign with your fingerprint. That will prove you're not a heretic of the Immortal God Sect."

"This is so hasty?"

Wei Ran was slightly stunned.

Yang Ling frowned slightly but said nothing.

The vegetable seller was overjoyed and immediately stepped forward to sign and press his fingerprint. But just as he was about to do so, he suddenly remembered something and asked instinctively:

"Chief Constable Wang, what does this say? I can't read. Could you read it out for me?"

Chief Constable Wang smiled. "You can't read? Then I'll read it to you."

"It says: 'If I am a heretic of the Immortal God Sect, may heaven strike me with lightning, may I be reborn into the beastly path of reincarnation, and may I become a dog, a chicken, or a duck in my next life! Signed and fingerprinted as proof!'"

After saying this, he looked at the vegetable seller, whose face had turned ashen:

"Just these few words. Did you understand?"

The vegetable seller looked as if he'd been struck by lightning, unable to speak, standing there hesitant and stammering.

Many of those present were also stunned, a strange glint flickering in their eyes.

Yang Ling couldn't help but smile a little.

This Chief Constable Wang was quite interesting.

Chief Constable Wang urged, "Hurry up and sign. If you can't read, just press your fingerprint."

The vegetable seller muttered quietly, "I don't want to press it."

"Then you're a heretic of the Immortal God Sect. Take him away!"

Chief Constable Wang barked coldly, and immediately constables stepped forward to grab the vegetable seller and drag him away.

The crowd fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

Chief Constable Wang continued pointing at people:

"You, come sign and press your fingerprint."

"No, no, no. I won't press it."

That person frantically waved his hands and was immediately seized by the constables as well.

"Chief Constable Wang, the Immortal God Sect hasn't been killing or burning things, has it? Is this really necessary?"

Someone bravely raised an objection:

"A few days ago, the Immortal God Sect even gave me an egg. They're good people."

"Take him away."

Chief Constable Wang couldn't be bothered to explain.

"Fine, I'll go! What can you do to me anyway? It's just half a month in jail!"

That man was tough, striding boldly after the constables.

Chief Constable Wang said in a dark tone:

"An official notice has already been issued. Heretics of the Immortal God Sect will most likely face execution after the autumn harvest."

Hearing that, the man instantly went limp, his legs giving way as he collapsed to the ground.

Two constables grabbed him by the arms and dragged him away.

"Wait, I'll sign, I'll sign! I'm not a heretic!"

The man cried out.

"Execution after the autumn harvest!?"

Everyone's faces changed dramatically, panic surging in their eyes.

Chief Constable Wang paid no attention. His gaze swept over the crowd:

"Let me remind you all. If you sign and press your fingerprint today, it means you are not heretics of the Immortal God Sect.

Even if you were before, it can be disregarded."

Upon hearing this, everyone scrambled to be the first to sign.

Azure Dragon Guild's guild leader, Cao Yifei, was also among those signing.

Yang Ling nodded slightly. "This trick works well on the local natives and avoids a lot of conflict.

But it's useless against players. No player would believe in such superstitious nonsense."

Wei Ran whispered, "Boss, what did the Immortal God Sect do to deserve a special crackdown?"

Yang Ling was a bit surprised. "Didn't you check the news before coming in?"

Wei Ran said, "What news? I only like watching videos."

Yang Ling sighed inwardly and patted Wei Ran on the shoulder:

"If you'd watched the news, you'd know that in reality, the Immortal God Sect is also a cult. Now these cultists have entered the Divine Realm and are planning to build up their influence and do some truly despicable things.

They're even colluding with spies from the Rong tribe. This special crackdown is just the first step.

It probably won't be long before the Zhao State launches a nationwide crackdown.

By then, anyone associated with the Immortal God Sect—whether local or players—will have to take a trip to the Ironclad Department."

Wei Ran gasped sharply. So the Immortal God Sect was a cult from the real world!?

"But there aren't many true cultists here—only about a dozen, all players."

Yang Ling felt somewhat relieved. Most of the cultists' exclusive skill was the Life-and-Death Brand.

Fortunately, local natives didn't undergo class changes and naturally couldn't obtain such exclusive skills.

Otherwise, they would believe even more strongly in the existence of gods, and cracking down on the Immortal God Sect would become extremely difficult.

"It's your turn."

Chief Constable Wang's gaze fell on Yang Ling and Wei Ran:

"They've all signed and pressed their fingerprints. You two come over and do the same, and this matter will be settled."

Cao Yifei and the cultist players present instinctively looked toward Yang Ling. But as soon as they did, their gazes locked on, unable to look away.

A tide of blood!

Their pupils trembled violently!

The man before them was shrouded in a thick layer of blood light—this was clearly the Life-and-Death Brand left behind from killing cultists!

Cao Yifei exchanged glances with the cultist beside him, signaling with his eyes not to act rashly.

"Isn't that Wei Ran? How is he with this guy? Who the hell is this guy..."

Cao Yifei silently speculated about Yang Ling's background.

Yang Ling smiled, took out the official seal of the Director of First Division, Public Security Department, and tossed it over.

Chief Constable Wang instinctively caught it and glanced at it, freezing on the spot.

He looked at it again in disbelief, then turned to Yang Ling, gasped sharply, and bowed low:

"Wang Shichang, Chief Constable of Tingjiang City, pays respects to Director Yang!"

Director Yang!?

The constables present were momentarily stunned, then immediately knelt on one knee to salute, shock filling their eyes.

Yang Ling, Director of First Division, Public Security Department, Changhe Prefectural Capital, had quietly arrived here without a word!?

Cao Yifei and his men trembled, forcing themselves to stay calm, but their hearts were pounding like drums.

Yang Ling smiled. "Chief Constable Wang, and all my colleagues, please rise."

Wang Shichang and the constables finally stood up.

Wang Shichang had already guessed something. His face flushed red with anger as his eyes swept sharply over his subordinates:

"Which blind fool actually arrested Director Yang along with everyone else!?"

As he said this, his voice trembled.

Half from anger, half from fear!

A constable stammered, "It—it was me... I didn't know..."

"It's not his fault. He was just carrying out orders."

Yang Ling waved his hand dismissively.

That constable felt as if he had heard the voice of a god, instantly letting out a sigh of relief.

Wang Shichang shot him a glare, then scurried over and respectfully returned the official seal to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling accepted it and nodded lightly:

"Chief Constable Wang, the method you used was quite good."

Wang Shichang's suspended heart finally settled.

"However, this method will always let some fish slip through the net."

Yang Ling spoke again.

Wang Shichang's heart leaped back into his throat as he asked cautiously:

"Director Yang, the fish slipping through the net you mentioned..."

"This one, and this one, and this one..."

Yang Ling casually pointed out more than a dozen people, all players and all cultists of the Immortal God Sect:

"They're the core members of the Immortal God Sect. Signing fingerprints won't work on them. Arrest them all."

Cao Yifei and his men gasped sharply, terror flashing in their eyes.

How the hell did this guy know!?

"Wait... Director Yang... Could it be Yang Ling!? No way..."

Cao Yifei's face turned deathly pale as he mustered his courage:

"Are you Yang Ling?!"

The other players all sucked in a sharp breath.

Yang Ling? That guy was in Changhe Prefectural Capital!? So close to them!?

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