Chapter 1: The Chief Constable of Worryless County
Dayong, Wangyou County.
“Drink Dayong Wangyou Wine, beat your friends and relatives—a pot only one tael and five qian.”
“Roasted yam, delicious and fragrant roasted yam, my mother says it’s the best.”
“Candied hawthorn, tasty and affordable.”
“The savior of cowards, a man’s kidney tonic. You’re good, I’m good. Holiday special: buy one, get one free. Care for your married life, care more for yourself.”
At first light, the ancient street of Wangyou County was already crowded with stalls, filled with noisy calls and bargaining cries.
“Thud, thud, thud…”
Heavy footsteps approached from ahead.
A group of men clad in official uniforms, each with a short baton and a sword at their waist, were patrolling the street.
They were the county constables—the enforcers of law and order in Wangyou County—responsible for maintaining peace, patrolling, traffic control, and more.
Leading them was a man nine feet tall, his face as flawless as polished jade, commanding and majestic in appearance. His robust frame and powerful limbs radiated a fierce presence with every movement.
Wherever his eyes fell, people bowed their heads in fear and respect.
Because he was Lu Yuan.
The chief constable of Wangyou County.
Known in the martial world as the Blood-Handed Butcher, Demon Lord Lu.
Lu Yuan hailed from Shanghe Village in Wangyou County. At his birth, strange cries and supernatural phenomena accompanied him, causing the villagers to view him as an ill omen and abandon him in the wilderness. A passing blacksmith took him in and named him Lu Yuan.
Born with immense strength, by age two he could tear apart tigers and leopards with bare hands and single-handedly fight off wolf packs.
At ten, he lifted a stone lock weighing ten thousand jin, overpowering all competitors despite his youth, earning a position as a county constable.
At twelve, alone and within three days, he defeated twelve hundred mountain bandits across three mountain villages, earning him fame and promotion to county captain.
At fifteen, wielding only a single blade, he stormed Qingcheng Mountain, cleaving its gates and tearing apart sect leader Qingchengzi, capturing a wanted criminal, and becoming the chief constable of Wangyou County. His ruthless methods earned him the monikers Blood-Handed Butcher and Demon Lord among the martial world.
It had been five years since Lu Yuan returned from Qingcheng Mountain.
In those years, he seemingly fell silent, rarely heard of in the martial circles.
The young heroes newly stepping onto the scene would hardly imagine that such a remote county concealed a legendary figure who once shook the entire martial world.
…
“Merchants setting up stalls, pay attention to your spots. No stall may extend beyond the white line.”
“Violators will be fined five taels of silver.”
Lu Yuan stopped in front of a stall selling handcrafted wooden carvings. The merchant was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen, who froze in fright upon seeing him stop.
Lu Yuan drew his short baton and lightly tapped the ground.
“Your stall is out of bounds.”
“Move it back, or pay the fine.”
His voice was calm, betraying no emotion.
“Y-Yes, I’ll move it back right away.”
The girl hurriedly pulled back the mat covering her stall. Seeing Lu Yuan rise without imposing a fine, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“How much for that carving?” Lu Yuan suddenly asked, pointing to a wooden swallow tucked in a corner of the stall.
The carving was rough, wasting the precious wood.
The girl hesitated, then shyly lowered her head—this was her own work, crude compared to her grandfather’s craftsmanship. It had sat unsold for months in that corner.
“Five—no, one wen.”
“One wen?”
“One wen.”
Lu Yuan pulled out five wen and handed it to her before taking the carving.
“Give my regards to your grandfather.”
The constables behind Lu Yuan also took out coins, buying the other wooden carvings on the stall.
“Thank you,” the girl said.
Without looking back, Lu Yuan waved his hand dismissively.
The girl’s father, Mu Ma, was once the chief constable of Wangyou County and had treated Lu Yuan kindly. Five years prior, when the notorious imperial criminal, Master Wushuang of the Twin Swords, appeared in Wangyou County, Chief Mu led a team to pursue him but was brutally slain, his head hung at the city gate.
Lu Yuan, enraged by the news, disregarded all warnings and single-handedly stormed Qingcheng Mountain with his blade, nearly wiping out the sect. Of three thousand disciples, two thousand perished or were wounded; the master Qingchengzi and elders were all slain, and the sect’s legacy nearly vanished.
Since then, Qingcheng Mountain declined, disappearing from the martial world’s map.
Lu Yuan’s promotion to chief constable made his reputation unmatched.
…
“Chief, good morning. Have you eaten? Let me treat you to a bun.”
“Thanks.”
“Chief, we have a new dancer from the Western Regions. You must come see her.”
“No, thank you.”
“Chief, come on, just a little treat. I can be good.”
The madam of the Emerald Garden was about to make a move when the constables behind Lu Yuan quickly stepped forward, blocking her intrusive hands.
“Liu Cuihua, I warn you, if you dare touch our chief constable again, I’ll shut your establishment down right now. Believe it or not?”
“Sexual harassment of a public officer is against the law.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
…
At noon, under the blazing sun.
At a tea stall.
Lu Yuan and his men found a spot to rest.
“Boss, the Six Doors sent another transfer order.”
“I heard Master Su at the yamen mention it when I left,” whispered Constable Liu Sheng.
“The Six Doors? They want to transfer our chief constable again?”
“Wishful thinking, ha ha.”
“How many times this year?”
“Six times already.”
“Rejected countless times, yet the Six Doors still send orders.”
“Aren’t they ashamed?”
“Ha ha ha.”
The men laughed at this.
Lu Yuan did not. He had no interest whatsoever in any transfer orders from the Six Doors.
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