Chapter 9

(1)

It was still dark.

Feng Yin and Xu Laosi toiled for half an hour, finally managing to roughly place the roof back in position.

They were both warriors, and quite formidable iron-plated assassins at that.

For such a task, they were quite efficient.

Feng Yin, facing the morning breeze, opened the door of the Conscience Medical Hall, his gaze seemingly casual as it swept around.

A single glance revealed that many were from various regions of the martial world, mostly in groups of three or five.

There were also larger groups, dressed uniformly, who must have been from certain sects.

And there were those with neatly aligned formations, clearly veterans of the military.

But those with scattered formations were harder to guess.

There were also solitary figures, their faces cold and wary, clearly operating alone.

Clearly, each had their own agenda, their eyes flickering, yet they would not easily engage in any dirty conflicts with others.

Obviously, everyone was restraining themselves, not wanting to be the first to stick out.

...

Soon, with a long whistle from the sky, the sound of the wind rose, and dozens of men in blue robes descended from the air, walking with the gait of dragons and tigers.

These men were dressed entirely in blue, from head to toe, including their hats, belts, and shoes.

Their faces were covered with a bluish stubble, making their complexions appear bluish as well.

These dozens of men split into two rows, neatly aligned, naturally exuding a special aura, looking down on the surrounding martial world figures with a sense of superiority.

With the arrival of these blue-robed men, the voices of everyone in the small town who saw them almost instantly fell silent.

Feng Yin merely glanced and then turned to enter the medical hall, not daring to linger for a moment.

If I'm not mistaken, it must be the people from the special department...

'Blue robes, but with different collars and cuffs, some with two gold lines, some with three or four, and the leader has five gold lines.'

'This represents... the legendary blue-robed members of the Rainbow Heavenly Garment of the Great Qin Empire, who shock the world...'

Feng Yin felt his heart rate inexplicably quicken.

The Rainbow Heavenly Garment, with its seven colors, shocks the world.

Feng Yin was an assassin, and assassins most feared encountering members of the Rainbow Heavenly Garment.

Even more so than encountering the constables of the Six-Fan Gate.

Because the Rainbow Heavenly Garment... even Feng Yin, an old hand, couldn't figure out what they couldn't manage.

Even matters like filial impiety and neighborhood disputes, they would intervene!

And once the Rainbow Heavenly Garment took action, the punishment the parties involved would face would be ten times more severe than the normal court's judgment!

The most famous case involved a son who was unfilial, beating and verbally abusing his mother, causing her to suffer a broken leg and being driven out of the house.

This matter was witnessed by a purple-robed member of the Rainbow Heavenly Garment.

He immediately sentenced the couple to immediate execution, and on the same day, they were taken out and beheaded, with the execution carried out personally, swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

Even after the heads rolled, the children were sent to the border for hard labor.

According to the purple-robed member, "Such filial impiety is not worth sparing. Their descendants cannot be good, and they should all be punished. This is the greatest kindness!"

"I am enforcing the will of heaven!"

As for the old lady, the local authorities were ordered to maintain her livelihood.

It is said that the old lady cursed the purple-robed member for the rest of her life, day and night...

The extreme and domineering methods of the Rainbow Heavenly Guard are evident.

Though the topic has strayed, the Great Qin Empire's laws are strict, and few ordinary people dare to step out of line, with the Rainbow Heavenly Garment's deterrent playing a significant role.

What is most hair-raising about the Rainbow Heavenly Garment is that they are directly subordinate to Lord Qingming.

It is said that under Lord Qingming, the sky is filled with rainbows!

This Lord Qingming is a figure even the royal family of the Great Qin Empire dares not provoke, as he is the ancestor of all emperors!

If he so chooses, he could pull someone off the dragon throne and spank them on the spot.

Even if the danger is not great, the humiliation could be boundless.

...

At that moment, the leading blue-robed man stood on the main street and clapped his hands.

This seemingly ordinary clap produced a thunderous sound.

Everyone instinctively looked in his direction, or rather, followed the sound.

This blue-robed man floated up, landing on the highest tree, standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He said from a height, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Wu Tiejun of the Rainbow Heavenly Garment, and I greet all the heroes here!"

Someone in the distance said, "Commander Wu, you are too kind. If you have any orders, please speak."

Wu Tiejun's face turned serious, "I do not dare to be called a commander. I am just a squad leader, and I ask that you do not call me that. If it reaches the commander's ears, I will be in trouble."

"Also, I am here to greet all the heroes, not to give orders. Please do not use the word 'order.'"

These words were hard and direct, even Feng Yin felt embarrassed for the flatterer.

A hoarse, dry laugh came from the distance.

It seemed the person who spoke felt extremely embarrassed.

"Wu has been ordered to come here on official business. If there are any conflicts with you during the mission, I ask for your understanding and cooperation."

"Wu also knows what you are after, and we all have our own goals. I will not interfere, nor will I take by force. But in the face of national interests, please consider carefully, and do not ruin your future."

"I have said all I need to say. Wu wishes all the heroes a successful and satisfying journey."

With that, he raised his hands, which had been behind his back, and bowed deeply.

People from all directions bowed in return.

"Commander Wu, you are too kind!"

(2)

...

Feng Yin returned to the shop, his face thoughtful, but his heart filled with admiration.

"This Commander Wu, from the start, has used both kindness and authority, saying all the right things. His character seems meticulous. If there is a conflict, he will likely act without a word. Such a ruthless character is difficult to deal with as an enemy, but if we are on the same side, it's not hard to handle..."

While he was thinking, sudden footsteps, mixed with a certain rhythm, approached. Before he saw the person, he heard the footsteps, which exuded a sense of dominance and authority.

They stopped at the door.

Seemingly examining the sign of the medical hall.

A light laugh.

"This couplet is quite interesting."

Then, a flash of blue, and the voice of Commander Wu Tiejun, who had come to the door, was heard.

With two blue-robed men, he had already stepped into the medical hall.

"Are you the doctor of this medical hall?" Wu Tiejun's eyes, like those of a hawk, fixed on Feng Yin's face.

His voice and gaze were extremely oppressive.

"Please, sir."

Feng Yin nodded and welcomed the guest, carefully observing the squad leader from head to toe.

His hair was perfectly neat, his entire appearance impeccable, his hat straight and his clothes neatly pressed, all in blue, clean and spotless. The cuffs revealed a clean inner sleeve, as pure as snow.

His collar was spotless, and even his shoes were clean. His hands were neatly manicured, with no dirt under the nails, and his face was cleanly shaven.

'This guy is either a clean freak or has OCD. Such a person is easy to deal with, but also hard to deal with. He's probably a stubborn, hard-headed type...'

Feng Yin concluded in his mind, but his face showed a warm and benevolent smile: "Yes, a family tradition. Unfortunately, my skills are not refined enough to help the world, which is a shame. I can only do my best for the villagers."

He saw it at a glance.

This Commander Wu was the type who was principled.

For such a person, flattering him or speaking highly of oneself would not be a problem.

Sure enough, upon hearing words like "family tradition," "helping the world," and "saving the people," the expression on this Commander's face softened, though his demeanor remained unchanged.

He walked into the medical hall and sat down with a straight back.

The two blue-robed men behind him also found seats.

Feng Yin brought three cups of tea: "This is a wild tea I made myself, which I call 'Happy Water.' Please enjoy it, all three of you."

"Happy Water, a good name." Commander Wu picked up the cup with precise movements and took a sip.

He then looked at Feng Yin.

"Sir, what is your surname?"

"I am not worthy of the honor, my surname is Feng, as in wind, cloud, water, and fire."

"Good surname!"

Commander Wu praised with restraint: "As long as you do not lose your初心 (initial aspiration) and continue to refine your medical skills, even if your skills are not yet refined, with time, you will surely be able to help the world and save the people. Your name will surely rise to the heavens like the wind!"

"Sir, you flatter me. I am just a third-rate doctor, living off my family's medical hall, seeking only to provide for my meals and keep my family's skills alive."

"But with time, the villagers nearby cannot do without me, and I can at least do my part, not disappointing my ancestors."

Feng Yin asked, "Sir, what brings you here today?"

Subtle hint.

I am important to the local people. If I leave, they will have no doctor.

Preemptively, he offered a heartfelt, guilty refusal.

A look of hesitation flashed across Commander Wu's face.

...

[Viciously seeking recommendations to make up for yesterday.]