51: Chapter 51 Dealing with Yujing Incense…

"Wifey, what's wrong?!"

Captain Luo Kun had originally been sitting with his legs crossed, but upon hearing Lin Yuxi's alluring cry, his expression changed instantly. Like a startled black bear, he lunged up from his grand armchair and strode over to her in a few steps.

"I... I'm fine..."

Lin Yuxi fought to endure the numbing sensation that felt like an electric current coursing through her body from her fingertips. She unobtrusively hid her hand behind her back, the flush on her pretty face not yet having fully faded.

She quickly forced out a smile to cover it up. "I just lost my footing, stepped into a crack in the stone, and almost twisted my ankle."

"Oh dear, your constitution is weak; you must be careful when you walk. Quick, go sit over there and rest for a while!" Captain Luo Kun rubbed his hands together in distress, not a trace of the fierce, murderous look he'd had just moments ago remaining.

Taking advantage of the moment she turned around, Lin Yuxi cast a furtive, guilty glance at Qin Feng with her watery eyes.

In that gaze, there was a mix of thirty percent panic, thirty percent confusion, and a hint of an indescribable, strange emotion.

That momentary touch had caused the Qi and blood within her, which had been calm for over twenty years, to produce an unprecedented craving and palpitation, as if parched earth had encountered sweet rain.

Qin Feng stood in place with a blank expression, though deep within his profound black eyes, a faint, imperceptible glimmer flashed.

Just at the moment of contact, the System that had been dormant in his mind had uncharacteristically flashed a faint notification sound.

However, because the contact time was too short, the notification did not fully unfold.

"Interesting..." Qin Feng sneered inwardly, secretly noting this matter down.

Afterwards, Qin Feng officially joined the Ninth Squad.

To take care of his wife, Captain Luo Kun casually pointed to two seasoned veterans and told them to take Qin Feng to get familiar with the jurisdiction.

Zhang Tietou and Zhao Ertong.

Both were at Mortal Stage 7 cultivation and had been loafing around the Ninth Squad for nearly five years; they were considered deeply entrenched, veteran ruffians.

"Let's go, Brother Qin. Since you've joined our Ninth Squad, we're brothers eating from the same pot from now on."

Zhang Tietou rubbed his bald head, a smile hanging on the corner of his mouth that looked friendly but actually reeked of condescension.

Zhao Ertong, playing with two iron walnuts in his hand, chimed in with a fake smile: "That's right, Brother Qin, you really stole the show at the Martial Arts Arena yesterday. But, well, being a guard requires more than just knowing how to kill; the waters here run deep."

The three of them walked out of the Management Hall side-by-side and began patrolling the area under the Ninth Squad's jurisdiction.

Along the way, the Menial Laborers on both sides of the street, upon seeing the three of them, acted like mice seeing a cat, kneeling and prostrating themselves on the sides of the road early on, not even daring to lift their heads.

Zhang Tietou greatly enjoyed this sense of high-and-mighty power. As he walked, he pointed at the dilapidated courtyards around them, his tone filled with undisguised greed.

"Brother Qin, look closely. The Servant District is Hell for those pieces of trash, but for us brothers wearing black clothes, it's a treasure trove where we can take whatever we want!"

"Any rules or laws? Here, the swords at our waists are the law!"

Zhang Tietou lowered his voice and leaned in close to Qin Feng, imparting his philosophy of survival: "Patrolling is just a front. What really lets us brothers live the high life is the 'dead men's wealth' and 'protection money.' We need to keep a ledger in our heads of who dug up a few extra Spirit Stones and who hid some good medicinal herbs."

Zhao Ertong let out a lewd chuckle: "And it's not just money. Those widows and young wives—as long as they look pretty, if you just give the word, we can tie them to your bed at night, and nobody would dare make a peep!"

Facing their "generous instruction," Qin Feng maintained a detached expression throughout, only occasionally nodding perfunctorily.

His calmness, in the eyes of Zhang Tietou and Zhao Ertong, was mistaken for the tact and awe of a newcomer.

"Alright, enough small talk. We happen to have a big, lucrative job to do today."

Zhang Tietou changed the subject, a flash of undisguised excitement in his eyes: "That guy named Jia Da in our jurisdiction—I don't know which enemy killed him a few days ago. He has a big courtyard and a few acres of Spirit fields under his name."

Zhao Ertong smacked his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Heh heh, I don't care whether Jia Da is dead or not. The key is the young widow he left behind, Yu Jingxiang! Tsk tsk, that figure, that vixen-like allure... I've been craving her for a long time!"

"Let's go. Today we're going to collect Jia Da's inheritance. And, while we're at it... take turns tasting her!"

The three of them quickened their pace and walked straight to Jia Da's courtyard.

"Bang!"

Zhao Ertong unceremoniously kicked open the courtyard gate and swaggered inside, bellowing at the top of his lungs: "Is anyone inside? Are you all dead?! The Guard Hall is here for routine business, get your asses out here!"

Soon, the door to the main room was pushed open.

Yu Jingxiang walked out wearing simple, elegant white mourning clothes that could not hide her proud figure. Her eyes were slightly red, and her expression was somewhat flustered.

When she saw the three guards who had walked in, her delicate body trembled slightly.

But when she saw Qin Feng walking at the very back with a cold expression, the panic deep in her eyes instantly settled.

The Master had actually come in person?!

With Qin Feng present, it was as if she had the most solid backing; the heart that had been in her throat finally returned to its place.

But Yu Jingxiang also understood the principle of putting on an act, so on the surface, she still feigned the appearance of a weak, helpless, and terrified widow.

"Three... three honorable guards, I don't know why you have graced me with your presence. What are your instructions?"

Yu Jingxiang bowed slightly, her voice so delicate and soft it seemed capable of dripping water. Her pitiful appearance made Zhang Tietou and Zhao Ertong stare blankly.

"Stop acting like a damn fool!"

Zhang Tietou swallowed his saliva, forcibly withdrew his wanton gaze, stiffened his face, and snorted coldly: "Jia Da is dead. According to the rules, this courtyard and the Spirit fields must all be reclaimed by the Management Hall. We brothers are here today to notify you: pack your things and get out immediately. This place is not somewhere a woman like you can stay!"

Hearing this, Yu Jingxiang feigned an expression of extreme terror and hurriedly took a few steps forward.

"My lords, I beg you to use your judgment. Although Jia Da is dead, I am also a Middle-tier Servant. Furthermore..."

She took a deep breath, slightly circulated the Qi and blood in her body, and instantly released an aura belonging to a Mortal Rank 6.

"I was fortunate enough to have a Breakthrough yesterday. I now possess the strength of a Mortal Rank 6 and am qualified to remain in the Middle-tier District!"

"Rank 6?"

Zhang Tietou and Zhao Ertong were slightly stunned, clearly not expecting that this delicate, dainty widow, who usually seemed like she could only rely on men, had quietly achieved a Breakthrough.

However, in the eyes of the two Mortal Stage 7 experts, a Rank 6 was still an ant that could be easily crushed.

Yu Jingxiang was very sensible; she knew that strength alone was not enough—she needed to show "sincerity."

She immediately pulled a heavy cloth bag from her bosom and respectfully handed it to the three of them.

"Three lords, you have worked hard on your patrol. Here are three hundred servant coins, just a small offering from me for you to enjoy some tea."

As she spoke, Yu Jingxiang opened the cloth bag, and the golden servant coins inside emitted an alluring luster.

"I know the rules; there are another two thousand servant coins."

She brought out another larger cloth bag. "I am willing to spend two thousand servant coins to purchase the continued usage rights for this house and the Spirit fields. I only ask that everything remains as it is. I beg you three lords to show mercy and give me a way to survive."