Revered Elder, Night Attack

Seeing that the guard did not seem to be lying, Lu Chen did not ask further.

He took his belongings and followed the two soldiers to the Town Guards Mansion. After passing through the streets and alleys, he soon arrived at an imposing mansion in the center of Fengxian Town.

On the door plaque were three large golden words:

Town Guards Mansion!

It was already late at night, but there were still four soldiers in armor guarding the door. There were two stone tigers lying in front of the door with two burning braziers on their heads.

The guard checked the token. Lu Chen looked around and followed the two guards into the Town Guards Mansion.

The eaves tilted upwards. The walls were red and the tiles were green. The atmosphere in the Town Guards Mansion was tense. Torches were burning everywhere, as bright as day. The three of them walked slowly and soon arrived at a drill ground. The two soldiers did not say anything and left Lu Chen behind.

There was a round table on the drill ground and a few people were toasting each other.

Seeing Lu Chen walk over, a young man immediately stood up and welcomed him. He was dressed in ordinary clothes and did not look like someone from the Town Guards Mansion. He sized Lu Chen up and asked frivolously, "You're Old Qingyun's disciple?"

"Yes!" Lu Chen frowned slightly, feeling displeased. However, since he was new here, it was not appropriate for him to flare up. He could only nod in silence.

That person stretched out his hand and instructed, "Hand over the Circulation Light and you can leave."

"Heh!" Lu Chen sneered and asked, "Are you the town owner?"

"No." The young man shook his head, his expression impatient.

"Are you the General?"

"No again."

"Are you the Gerefa?"

"…"

"Are you the Tithingman?"

"…"

A Tithingman is the leader of 10 soldiers, a Gerefa is the leader of 100 soldiers, a Sheriff is the leader of 1,000 soldiers, and a General is the leader of 10,000 soldiers.

Although Lu Chen did not know the specific positions in the Town Guards Mansion, he still had some basic knowledge about the Great Vast Dynasty.

The young man's face was ashen. He was speechless.

Lu Chen didn't say anything else. He walked around the other party and arrived at the round table. He didn't show any signs of stage fright and cupped his fists with a smile. "I'm Lu Chen. I'm new here. Greetings, seniors."

Other than the young man, there were three other people sitting at the round table. One of them was more than fifty years old. He was wearing a wide-sleeved robe and his beard and hair fluttered in the wind. He had the aura of a sage.

He flicked his horsetail whisk and bowed. "I'm Daoist Qiu. My disciple was rude just now. Please don't blame him."

"It's fine, it's fine." Lu Chen laughed. It turned out that Daoist Qiu and the young man were master and disciple. He was well aware of their identities. These people were most likely the same as his master, Daoist Qingyun. They were Revered Elders of the Town Guards Mansion.

There were only two people left.

One of them was an old monk with a white beard, and the other was a little bald man with yellow eyebrows. They should be a master and disciple. The little bald man looked to be eight or nine years old. He ignored Lu Chen and leaned on the table to focus on picking up a few peanuts.

The silly look makes him look cute too.

The old monk stared at Lu Chen without saying a word, making Lu Chen's hair stand on end. After a long time, he pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha, young benefactor, you have such a murderous nature."

Lu Chen's heart skipped a beat. He pretended to be stupid and said, "How should I address you, Senior?"

"I am Ben Ming of Ku Chan Temple!"

Fu, De, Zhi, Zi, Jue, Liao, Ben, Yuan, Hui, Zeng;

Zhou, Hong, Pu, Guang, Zong, Dao, Qing, Tong, Xuan, Zu.

This was the hierarchy of the Ku Chan Temple that Lu Chen had learned from Monk Hui Neng. This old monk's name was Ben Ming, so he was a generation older than Monk Yuanzhen. He was most likely a Qi Refinement Great Priest.

Lu Chen's eyes flickered as he said bluntly, "Senior, what did you mean just now?"

The old monk Ben Ming lowered his eyebrows and did not answer. Daoist Qiu, who was beside him, smiled and said, "This old monk likes to play games. Little Fellow Daoist, you don't know this, but he cultivates a pair of spiritual eyes that can distinguish between turbidity and ghosts. Since he said that you have a murderous nature, you should have started killing these few days."

"Killing? Oh, I did kill a pig yesterday and killed more than ten chickens and ducks."

"No wonder."

The conversation between the two of them made Lu Chen relax.

Soon, the dishes and wine were removed. A maid came forward with a wooden plate and lifted the brocade. Below it were four porcelain bottles. They were placed in order in front of everyone except for the young man.

Even Lu Chen and the little baldy had one.

Lu Chen held the porcelain bottle in his hand and pulled out the cork to take a look. He saw twenty colorful little cuties lying inside. They were Spiritual Sand.

"This …"

Lu Chen was a little hesitant. Giving Spiritual Sand right from the start, and there were a total of 20 of them. He wouldn't sell himself, right?

The young man's expression was ugly. He pointed at Lu Chen and said indignantly, "Why does he also have spiritual sand?"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded from behind. "Because he deserves it."

Everyone hurriedly stood up and bowed to the person. "Greetings, General!"

Lu Chen also stood up and quietly looked back.

A figure in silver-white armor strode over. The person wore a white tassel helmet and had a long sword at his waist, handsome eyebrows and bright eyes. He was heroic and extraordinary. Moreover, he was actually a she.

She was really valiant and heroic.

She walked to the front, glanced at everyone, and said, "Seven days ago, I personally led the garrison troops to eliminate the bandits, but Daoist Wu took advantage of the opportunity and attacked Fengxian Town. Fortunately, I returned in time to help, so I didn't make a huge mistake. Everyone, do you know… why I could rush back in time?"

She nodded slightly at Lu Chen and said, "It's Daoist Qingyun. He sent out the Messaging Charm in time. Otherwise, the entire Fengxian Town would have suffered a calamity. He had such a great contribution. So how can our Town Guards Mansion not treat his only successor well!"

The young man was speechless. Even Daoist Qiu and old monk Ben Ming lowered their heads in shame. One had to know that when the Fengxian Town was breached, they were thinking about how to save their lives.

Lu Chen puffed out his chest. Yes, he was not feeling guilty this time.

…

Lu Chen successfully became a Revered Elder of the Town Guards Mansion. As one of the four Revered Elders, he was given ten grains of spiritual sand every month, as well as the right to exchange them for items from the Town Guards Mansion. When there was a mission, there would be additional rewards.

Furthermore, he did not have to stay in the Town Guards Mansion every day. He was quite free.

The other three Revered Elders were Great Priest Ben Ming of the Ku Chana Temple, the rogue cultivator Daoist Qiu, and Great Priest Ben Ming's disciple, the nine-year-old Huang Mei'er.

This Huang Mei'er was incredible.

He was born with the talent [Vajra]. When he was five or six years old, he could tear tigers and leopards apart.

Now, it was even more unfathomable.

In addition, Lu Chen also knew the identity of the female general. She was the biological daughter of the Town Lord of Fengxian Town, Fang Hong. Her name was Fang Yuqi, and it was said that she had the talent [Sword Show].

Her sword technique was extraordinary.

When Lu Chen returned to Changchun Temple, it was already midnight. By the time he had painstakingly cultivated the Qi Cultivation Technique for a day, it was already past midnight. He lay on the bed, but he kept tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. What he had seen and heard today kept appearing in his mind.

The curvaceous Jiang Hong'e.

The valiant Fang Yuqi.

Daoist Qiu.

Master Ben Ming, who cultivated the Spiritual Eye.

The silly Huang Mei'er.

Vajra and Sword Show!

And that ridiculous young man.

After an unknown period of time, he finally fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, Lu Chen felt a pair of small hands touching his body. It was comfortable and refreshing. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a charming woman lying on top of him, rubbing back and forth.

She was curvaceous.

And she was naked.

Round pearls and smooth skin…

Lu Chen's eyes widened and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. This person was actually Jiang Hong'e. She was seductive and charming.