Zeng Jihe was efficient in his work. Although he was new, by leveraging Chen Ping'an's name, he managed to finalize Chen Er'ya's academy arrangements in just two days.
Cangsong Academy, apart from the private schools set up by various Families, was considered the best academy in Southern City Alley.
Xiao Zeng was quick and decisive in his work. Chen Ping'an selected several sharp and capable jailers from among the prison staff and placed them under Zeng Jihe's management.
These individuals had all passed Chen Ping'an's initial review, but whether they could be fully trusted still required time to verify.
After finishing his shift and returning home, Chen Ping'an told Chen Er'ya the news.
"Thank you, Brother ~"
Upon hearing the news, the Xiao Yatou was incredibly excited.
The Xiao Yatou had an exceptional talent for reading.
In less than two months, Shaoyao was already finding it difficult to guide her.
Now that she could attend an academy, and the best one in Southern City Alley at that, the girl was overjoyed.
Chen Er'ya's happiness made Chen Ping'an happy too.
From setting the goal of attending an academy until now, it had taken several months, and today, he had finally achieved it.
This was not merely about attending an academy; it also represented Chen Ping'an's current power and status.
Cangsong Academy was not something ordinary commoners could attend just because they wanted to.
Feeling pleased, Chen Ping'an began practicing his saber technique in his own residence.
Swish, swish, swish!
The saber technique was swift, like a whistling gust of wind.
+1.
+1.
+1.
......
Golden Bell Cover, Swift Wind Saber Technique, Eight Steps Catching Cicadas.
Among these three advanced Cultivation Techniques, Chen Ping'an found the Swift Wind Saber Technique the most invigorating and proficient to practice. Correspondingly, the progress of the Swift Wind Saber Technique was also the fastest.
As the last bit of cultivation experience appeared, the experience for Swift Wind Saber Technique on the panel also accumulated to 60 points.
"Breakthrough!"
Chen Ping'an's mind stirred, and the experience points began to churn, transforming into specks of starlight.
Swift Wind Saber, Minor Achievement!
The insights and comprehensions of the Eighty-One Road Swift Wind Saber were all within Chen Ping'an's mind. In actual combat, he could now basically execute Moves and change saber techniques as he wished.
He was no longer constrained by the Moves but focused on the Foundation.
With the Minor Achievement of the Swift Wind Saber Technique, the amount of Internal Energy in his Dantian Qi Sea changed again, rising from two-thirds to a full four-fifths.
"How exhilarating!"
Chen Ping'an couldn't help but let out a long cry.
Having entered the Inner Qi Realm just over ten days ago, his strength had already reached the peak of the first level.
Numerous martial arts Cultivation Techniques and nearly perfect combat experience allowed him to surpass the strong tier and enter the top-tier combat strength of the first level.
"Fu Yuanming!? Hmph!"
Chen Ping'an narrowed his eyes.
If things truly became unpleasant, what did it matter to fight him?
The inexplicable heroic spirit that surged in his heart made him feel incredibly invigorated.
......
In the central area of Southern City Alley, there was a three-courtyard residence. The courtyard boasted green leaves, red flowers, rockeries, and flowing water—everything was present.
This was the residence of Chu Qirong, the Deputy Jailer of Nancheng Prison.
No matter what, Chu Qirong was still one of the top fifty ranked individuals in the Nancheng Suppression Office! In the eyes of ordinary people, he was someone standing at the peak.
Coupled with his many years of service in Nancheng Prison, Chu Qirong's wealth was naturally extremely substantial.
In the side hall of the residence, Chu Qirong reclined on a long chair, with a beautiful maid serving by his side, relaxing his body for him.
During the massage and service, the beautiful maid occasionally bent over and leaned down, teasing Chu Qirong. However, Chu Qirong's mind was not on this at all.
At this moment, he was recalling what Lord Fu Yuanming had said to him a few days ago.
"Chen Ping'an has a shallow Foundation and limited experience. The only reason he could become a jailer with a Qi and Blood Fifth Stage martial arts Realm was entirely due to Mu Wanjun's support."
"Chu Qirong, what you need to do is actually very simple. You just need to cause some trouble in Nancheng Prison. As long as Nancheng Prison has trouble, he, as the Nancheng Jailer, cannot escape responsibility. At that time, I will arrange for people to impeach and hold him accountable in advance. Chen Ping'an's ascension was already barely acceptable; once he is held accountable, his position as jailer will definitely not be secure."
"His cultivation is inherently inferior to yours, and you have been a veteran in Nancheng Prison for many years. Coupled with my strong recommendation, your ascension will be justified."
"Remember, do not be hasty. First, relax his vigilance, and then, once everything is properly arranged, launch a sudden attack. The opponent will surely find it difficult to parry."
"......"
Chu Qirong continuously recalled Fu Yuanming's words, and he also thought about how he had appropriately shown a low profile and obedience during this recent period.
"How frustrating!"
Thinking of Chen Ping'an's face, Chu Qirong felt a surge of displeasure.
Logically, he should have been patient and endured for a while longer, allowing the other party to relax their vigilance even more.
But...
Over these past few days, he had come to understand. Although Chen Ping'an was young, his methods were very seasoned. Through various small matters, he continuously suppressed Chu Qirong's influence. In contrast, the other party's prestige grew day by day, and Chu Qirong worried that if he didn't act soon, some fence-sitters might completely side with Chen Ping'an.
Once the other party gained complete control, he would be completely passive. By then, trying to act would not be as smooth as it was now.
Thinking of this, Chu Qirong's heart could no longer calm down.
He scrambled up from the long chair, pinched the maid's buttocks, eliciting a blush from her.
"I can't delay any longer."
"I'll make my Move tomorrow night!"
......
Early the next morning, Chen Ping'an arrived at Nancheng Prison feeling refreshed.
Last night, after his Swift Wind Saber Technique Breakthrough, he practiced Eight Steps Catching Cicadas and Golden Bell Cover for a good while. All in all, he had slept less than three hours that night.
However, having achieved success in martial arts, he was still full of vigor and inexplicably spirited.
"Good morning, Lord Chen."
"Lord Jailer."
"Greetings, Lord Chen."
"......"
Along the way, jailers continuously greeted Chen Ping'an.
After these past few days, Chen Ping'an had completely established his footing. Even Chu Qirong's staunch loyalists could only greet him with smiles.
Chu Qirong might still manage to give him a fake smile. But if anyone else dared to act so blatantly!
Are you kidding me!
They'd be disciplined with the 'might-displaying' rod immediately!
Speaking of which, Nancheng Prison was not like the Nanquan Lane Garrison Office; there were no daily meetings here. There was only a regular monthly general meeting, and the overall management was quite lax.
Chen Ping'an was considering whether to bring over the glorious tradition of daily meetings from Nanquan Lane.
On this day's shift, Chen Ping'an still had a lot of free time. Currently, there were no large numbers of prisoners being escorted, and the overall work of Nancheng Prison was relatively stable.
With time to spare during the day, Chen Ping'an practiced Golden Bell Cover several more times.
Golden Bell Cover cultivates both internally and externally, offering extremely strong defensive capabilities. Especially when combined with Internal Energy, if he could cultivate it to Perfection, Chen Ping'an would likely not be afraid even of an Inner Qi master at the Inner Qi Second Level.
The formidable ability to protect himself was his greatest confidence.
