Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 198 Taking on Apprentices

Yang Silang was also stunned when he touched the thickness of the envelope in his sleeve pocket.

He had thought the nine-tailed fox might be fast, but he hadn't expected it to be this fast.

Who is Consort Hu? How did I become her cousin?

Besides, he was at least the magistrate of a county. In the Shuntian Prefecture of the capital, a county magistrate was one rank higher than an ordinary county magistrate, and he was a sixth-rank official.

"Why are you being so polite, sir?" he retorted. "Although there is a life-and-death contract, it is indeed I who killed someone."

"It's only right that you follow the procedures in handling the case..."

"I currently only hold the title of scholar, not an official position."

The magistrate's face stiffened upon hearing this, realizing he had given too little.

This little tyrant is still manipulating me.

With a pained expression, he pulled out another item from his sleeve pocket and, using a clever trick, stuffed it into Yang Silang's sleeve.

"Oh my, what an honorable person! You must be a celestial being from the heavens."

"How can it be bound by rules?"

"Besides, you have reached the level of a grandmaster at such a young age, and you are sure to pass this imperial examination. With Consort Hu's help, I'm afraid that in less than a year or two, when we meet again, you will have already soared to the top."

"When I addressed you as 'Your humble servant,' it was from the bottom of my heart. I was blind and failed to recognize the true God. I hope you will forgive my transgression."

"I greeted Consort Hu with the utmost respect; I had no intention of disrespect whatsoever. It was all a misunderstanding..."

Seeing this, Yang Silang simply stopped talking, afraid that if he said too much, the county magistrate would continue to send him money and think that he was being greedy, since he, this fake, was not Hu Fei's cousin.

The county magistrate personally escorted him out of the yamen gate.

Yang Silang grabbed the other person's hand.

"Don't worry, Mom and Dad, this matter has nothing to do with you from beginning to end."

"I need to see...that person, and I must make things clear to her."

"Then I'll have to trouble my parents to take care of the follow-up to this case."

Upon hearing this, the county magistrate was overjoyed, finally relieved, and revealed a hint of the majesty of the Marquis of Baili.

"This is simple."

"The scholar Liu Jinghong colluded with Bai Cha, a woman from the common people, to deliberately set a trap for the victim in an attempt to seize the Fu family's property."

"Moreover, he died under a life-or-death contract, so you bear no responsibility whatsoever, neither legally nor morally."

"I will issue a document to strip the student of all his academic titles and status, and if he has any family property, he will also have to compensate the victim."

"As for Bai Cha, she's an accomplice in this case, and will be charged with theft. According to the household law, if the stolen goods exceed ten thousand taels, the sentence is hanging! She'll be executed after giving birth," the magistrate said decisively. "She's doomed!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Silang immediately cupped his hands in greeting.

"The elderly parents' judgments were truly clear-sighted and impartial."

"When I meet that person, I will tell him everything in detail."

The magistrate was overjoyed upon hearing this, and his smile revealed his back teeth.

"Then please put in a good word for me..."

As they were talking, Wang Daniu, who had been detained separately, and Daqing, who had been held in the government stable, were also released.

The owner of the house had been waiting outside, anxiously pacing back and forth with his hands in his sleeves. When he suddenly saw the two of them come out, his eyes lit up and he immediately came over.

He saw the county magistrate behind the two men. He had a thick stack of silver notes hidden in his sleeve, which he was about to hand over. But when he saw the magistrate looking like a servant following Yang Silang step by step, he was taken aback and didn't hand over the silver.

So the two or three people and the donkey met up and left the yamen under the cover of night. The county magistrate personally saw them off, accompanying them several feet outside the yamen before returning.

After they left, the magistrate's body went limp, and his clerk hurriedly stepped forward to support him, escorting him back to the study in the backyard where he plopped down on a chair.

Only then did the county magistrate realize that his clothes were soaked through.

He and his advisor exchanged a glance, both of their eyes filled with relief at escaping another calamity.

There's a saying in official circles.

Three lifetimes of misfortune, a county magistrate residing in the city; three lifetimes of evil deeds, residing in the provincial capital; three lifetimes of heinous crimes, residing in the capital city.

The term "attached to the city" refers to the phenomenon where the county government and the superior government are located in the same city.

The county magistrate was originally known as the local official, a powerful figure in his jurisdiction. He could command the wind and rain in his own territory. However, if he lived in the same city as his superior, he would be a submissive wife, taking the blame for many things and getting very little credit.

The most unfortunate one was to become the magistrate of Shuntian Prefecture in the capital, a place right under the emperor's nose.

If you throw a brick, you can hit three or five members of the royal family, nobles, and aristocratic families.

The previous five county magistrates were all extremely cautious.

However, some of them inadvertently offended members of the royal family, some indirectly offended the prince consort, some offended powerful families by judging cases, and some offended noble families by pursuing stolen funds. None of them were able to serve for three years before being convicted and dismissed.

Those who were lucky only lost their official positions, while the unluckiest one was his predecessor, who offended the younger brother of a favored concubine in the palace. Afterwards, he was imprisoned on a pretext and reported to have died of illness. In reality, his entire body was skinned off in prison and made into boots, which were then sent to the troublemaker.

How could the magistrate not be afraid today?

This situation looks almost exactly the same as my ex's.

He could endure these few months, and once his three-year term was over, he could be transferred out of the capital to serve as a prefect in a prosperous region. He would never have to endure this humiliation again. How could he risk his future and his life?

Consort Hu was one of the emperor's most favored consorts in the past decade.

She was a princess from a powerful foreign country who came to marry into the country. Her mother country, Gaoyu, was also a powerful nation. She was extremely beautiful and was said to have a unique fragrance. She always wore a veil because any man who saw her was captivated and lost in her beauty.

Emperor Yongchang was over ninety years old and doted on her. He had a palace built in the imperial palace according to the system of her motherland, and there was even an artificial lake inside.

Although it is unknown why this favored concubine's cousin is from the Great Shun Kingdom, it is better to be cautious and send this plague away as soon as possible.

After confirming with each other, the magistrate and his advisor agreed that their response was appropriate. They gradually relaxed and began to fantasize about how they had made contact with Consort Hu and would rise to great heights from that point on.

Perhaps with a little effort, he could be transferred to a high-ranking prefecture to become its prefect?

Leave the government office.

Wang Daniu asked.

"Fourth Brother, why was that official so humble just now?"

"If it has a tail, it's afraid it'll wag it soon."

"And he just repeatedly asked you to put in a good word for that person. Who is that person?"

Mr. Fu, who was standing nearby, also curiously peeked over.

Yang Silang shook his head.

"He must be both afraid of death and eager for promotion; he's got too many worries on his mind."

"As for who that person is, it's just that they're using our name to spread rumors; there's no real connection."

"Don't mention this matter again."

So Wang Daniu fell silent.

On the contrary, Mr. Fu, who was standing next to him, was very regretful.

They should have been promoted to the "King" rank the day they met.

His daughter was brought back by a group of girls. He already knew what had happened. The young man who came to the hotel with his great-grandfather's keepsake was actually a genuine master.

I'm telling you, there were no simple people among the people my great-grandfather associated with.

Not to mention, judging from the magistrate's words, there might be a very important person standing behind him.

Fu Dongjia was filled with remorse and tried every means to make amends and get closer to Yang Silang, but Yang Silang's attitude remained indifferent.

He only intervened because of Fu Liunian's influence; it really had little to do with Fu Dongjia.

The streets of the capital were bustling with people at night, and they couldn't walk fast. It took the three of them half an hour to reach the inn.

Yang Silang finally settled down in the room.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

He sensed the presence of two people outside and coughed.

"Come in..."

Fu Dongjia's large body almost squeezed through the door frame, and behind him was Fu Hongying.

Fu Hongying's eyes were red, clearly she had been crying. She was still wearing the same short outfit and hadn't changed her clothes yet, but her hair was styled in an elaborate bun with four or five hairpins.

Upon closer inspection, her hair appears somewhat thin, and it sways quite a bit when she walks.

Yang Silang's strike today was truly devastating. After slicing Liu Jinghong in two, the blade extended forward, carving a small opening the size of a bowl on the top of her head, causing her hair to fly everywhere.

Her scalp and crown were bruised and red from being shaved. The women of the Fu family helped to give her a simple bun to cover it up.

"Brother Yang..." Master Fu bowed deeply to the ground, "If it weren't for your intervention today, my Fu family's business would be in grave danger!"

"It's all my fault for spoiling my daughter. She's grown up wild and unruly, not only is she good at wielding knives and guns, but she also has a poor eye for people!"

"If it weren't for you, Brother Yang, my daughter's innocence would have been tarnished, and the Fu family would have let a wolf into their home. Thinking about it now, I'm filled with lingering fear!"

Fu Hongying gritted her teeth, knelt down with a thud, and bowed her head.

"Hongying thanks Uncle Yang for saving her life..."

It was fine if she didn't kneel, but once she did, her hair bun swayed precariously, as if it might come undone at any moment.

Yang Silang quickly reached out and helped the woman up, speaking gently.

"Brother Fu, you flatter me."

"It was just a small favor."

"Although I only met Mr. Fu once, our relationship is quite special."

Mr. Fu shook his head.

"Regardless of the circumstances, it is true that you saved my Fu family today."

"The Fu family always repays kindness," he said, pointing to Fu Hongying on the ground. "Although my daughter is unruly, her skills as a master martial artist are genuine, and she is also quite good-looking."

"If you don't mind, let her be your concubine..."

This young master has unlimited potential; he could potentially become a Grandmaster or even a Martial Saint.

His own household was still too small, and Fu Hongying had caused this incident today. Although her reputation wasn't ruined, it still didn't sound good. So, Master Fu was quite satisfied that she could become someone else's concubine.

Yang Silang's eyes widened.

You bastard Fu, I thought you were going to bury me in a pile of silver, but who would have thought you'd throw your own daughter at me instead!

This is no way you should try to save money!

Seeing that Yang Silang remained silent and seemed to be angry, Fu Dongjia hurriedly added.

"Brother Yang, I only have this one daughter. All my assets will be hers in the future. You won't regret taking her in..."

Oh, that's more like it.

No, I've been led astray by this old man.

If it weren't for Old Master Fu's instructions, having such a skilled and beautiful concubine wouldn't be a bad thing.

It's true that Yang Silang's yang energy was a bit too strong after being teased by Mo Xinlian.

Unfortunately, Grandpa Fu only wanted to entrust her with being my apprentice.

There was no affection between him and Fu Hongying; they had only met three times, including today.

Yang Silang waved his hand and simply spoke his mind.

"Brother Fu, don't overthink it."

He briefly recounted the matter Fu Liunian had entrusted to him, then pointed to Fu Hongying on the ground.

"Hongying, you didn't forget to protect and remind me in front of everyone today. Your character has passed the test. Although you are a bit impulsive, you are not a bad person at heart."

"I'd like to take you as my first disciple. Are you willing?"

Fu Hongying knelt on the ground, feeling ashamed, timid, and angry. She felt like an object being sent away by her father to curry favor with the young master, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Master Yang saved her, and he was a chivalrous man. She felt a stirring in her heart, developing feelings of goodwill, admiration, and a vague sense of attraction. But what was the point of sending him away?

Hearing Yang Silang's words, she felt both disappointed and relieved, and immediately kowtowed three times on the spot.

"Your disciple is willing!"

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