Atlas of Heaven and Earth

Guan Yumming , after leading the Patrol Bureau personnel back to the city, did not relax. Instead, he remained vigilant throughout the night. Only after confirming that there were no immediate problems by the next morning did he allow people to return in shifts to rest.

The higher-ups of the Patrol Bureau were aware that the Resistance Organization was indeed involved in this incident. The Resistance Organization's assistance to Fang Dawei and his gang wouldn't be for nothing, nor would they do nothing at all.

The current lack of activity only meant that Guan Yumming had brought people back too quickly, leaving them no time to act. This ticking time bomb was still buried, and it was unknown when it would explode.

Nian Fuli , as the Captain of Baofeng District, remained at his post all night. The next day, around noon, he was called in by the Bureau Chief and questioned before being allowed to leave.

Emerging from the bureau, countless people greeted him along the way. He knew that this was due to his nephew's fame. Nevertheless, he felt pleased, and he rang his bicycle bell extra loudly on the way back.

"Old Nian, Old Nian is back."

"Captain Nian is back! You've worked hard!"

"Old Nian, just back? Must be exhausted. My wife also worked the night shift yesterday and was complaining to me."

"Da Tou, you're not young anymore, don't overwork yourself."

The residents of this family area all knew that Nian Fuli's nephew had returned yesterday in Director Guan's special car. Patrol Captain Bei personally escorted him to the door, as he had reportedly helped the bureau capture Fang Dawei's gang, greatly enhancing the reputation of the Patrol Bureau!

Nian Fuli responded to each greeting, taking a while to get through the small alleyway. As he entered his home's courtyard, he was humming an opera tune. Upon entering the living room, Yu Wan came up to take his bag and patted him, saying, "Quick, change your clothes, you're covered in dust and smoke."

Nian Fuli said, "I already patted myself off outside." He handed over a newspaper. "Take a look." Yu Wan asked, "What's this?"

Nian Fuli said, "Little Chuan is in it."

Yu Wan quickly grabbed it, opened it, and read, "Wuyi Young man is both courageous and righteous, assisting the Patrol Bureau in capturing fierce bandits..." She criticized without hesitation, "This headline is too corny, it doesn't show off my Chan'er's qualities at all." She flipped through it, "It doesn't even mention his name..."

"Don't you understand? That's to protect him!" Nian Fuli poured himself a glass of water. "Little Chuan's actions are remembered by the Patrol Bureau and by Wu Da. Just watch, he'll definitely get rewarded."

Yu Wan was still somewhat dissatisfied. She then took Nian Fuli's cup and poured hot water from the thermos. "Why are you drinking cold water? Drink something hot! I prepared it for you, and you didn't even take it! Everyone, big and small, makes me worry! That newspaper, it's as good as saying nothing."

"It's already in the newspaper, what more could you want?" Nian Fuli muttered, "I haven't even been in it once."

Yu Wan said that, but she ran back to pick up the newspaper, carefully examining it several times.

Meanwhile, Nian Fuli was yawning while changing his clothes and shoes.

Yu Wan pressed down on the newspaper and said, "Right, from yesterday afternoon until now, I've been busy answering phone calls, all from your Patrol Bureau, asking about Chan'er , and inquiring about my Chan'er's age and whether he's married. Chan'er is only sixteen, even if there was something, he should decide for himself. Didn't your second sister not listen to Mom and Dad back then?"

Nian Fuli said, "Little Chuan has his own ideas, we don't need to worry about him."

Yu Wan looked at the floor, stood up, grabbed a mop, and started mopping, saying, "I saw others come back quite early, didn't that Captain Sun from next door come back early? Why are you so late?"

"Late?" Nian Fuli chuckled, saying, "Why late? Today the old company commander called me over, said he remembered my hard work over the years, asked me a few questions, and then let me come back."

Yu Wan , after so many years of marriage, immediately sensed something. She stopped mopping, looked up, and said, "Old Nian, does it sound to me like you're implying something?"

Nian Fuli waved his hand, saying, "Don't overthink it, it's not even on the horizon yet. I'm going to sleep for a while, call me when lunch is ready." Saying that, he walked slowly towards the bedroom with his hands behind his back.

Yu Wan curled her lips, "Show-off." Then her mopping became a bit faster, and she began humming a tune she often hummed when she was a young woman .

Inside Chen Chuan's dormitory at Wuyi Academy, Feng Xiaoqi was pacing back and forth with the newspaper in his hand. He looked at the article, then looked up at Chen Chuan , his face full of amazement and envy, saying, "Classmate Chen , you're really amazing!"

Luo Kaiyuan also nodded, saying, "Classmate Chen , you did really well." However, his focus was different from Feng Xiaoqi's , not on how amazing Chen Chuan was, but on the newspaper saying that some villagers thanked Chen Chuan for avenging their relatives.

Chen Chuan said, "If you were there, you would have done the same."

Luo Kaiyuan fully agreed.

Feng Xiaoqi shook his head like a rattle drum, "I can't, I can't, mainly because I'm not as capable as you guys."

Chen Chuan said, "Xiaoqi, don't underestimate yourself too much."

Anyone who can become an A-grade student at Wuyi is not weak. Either they are born with talent, or they have outstanding endowments. He had observed both of these classmates , and their levels were quite excellent.

Feng Xiaoqi was a little embarrassed, thought for a moment, and said excitedly, "Classmate Chen , will the school give you an award this time?"

Chen Chuan said, "Perhaps, it's just a pity that Senior Liu didn't get any of this. Even the newspaper only mentioned him in passing, which is a bit unfair to him."

Luo Kaiyuan said seriously, "If you do more in the future, then his death will not be in vain."

Chen Chuan looked at him and nodded.After returning to school, it was like entering a closed harbor. Although he could see the news from the outside, once the dormitory door was closed, the noise outside couldn't influence him at all.

He quickly returned to his daily training routine.

It wasn't until after dusk that Cheng Zitong came over. After entering, he sat on the sofa, looked at him, and said, "Well, nothing serious, not bad."

Chen Chuan said, "I made teacher worry."

Cheng Zitong waved his hand and said, "Although this matter was a bit risky, teacher knows you are measured."

Chen Chuan said, "The only pity is Senior Liu."

Cheng Zitong said, "I know that student, Liu Xin, he has a strong sense of justice and especially likes to take on responsibilities, very much like another student I know, and often takes him as an example. Well, maybe that's why. The Academy will take care of the matters after his death. He was a warrior before his death and should receive the honor he deserves after his death."

He picked up his briefcase and took out a form, "Teacher is here today to tell you one more thing. In a few days, go with me to the review committee to get the Weapon Permit."

Chen Chuan was very surprised. He said in astonishment, "Wasn't the Assigned Mission withdrawn? How can I still get the Weapon Permit?"

Cheng Zitong said, "It is said that someone from the Government Affairs Hall spoke up, thinking that canceling such a big Assigned Mission so casually was too much of a joke, so it was reinstated. It should be a big shot who came forward or some force pushing behind it. Think about it yourself, you should have an idea."

Chen Chuan thought of Guan Yumming having a special car send him back yesterday, and he already had the answer in his mind.

"Teacher also wants to remind you." Cheng Zitong's expression became serious. "Molan Company is a behemoth, not something that ordinary people or forces can shake. When you are still weak, be cautious and don't rashly challenge anything.

Of course, if you are bullied, don't back down. This world is still very big. As long as you have ambition, ability, and faith, you will always have a chance to get it back in the future."

Chen Chuan nodded and said seriously, "Yes, thank you, teacher, for the guidance."

Cheng Zitong's expression relaxed a little, "Teacher knows that you, my student, are clear about things in your heart, so teacher doesn't need to tell you much. Anyway, think carefully before doing anything in the future."

Chen Chuan agreed, thought for a while, and then asked about something else, "By the way, teacher, it has been a while since the last Well Child mission. I wonder when I can do the next one? I'm also very interested in these."

Cheng Zitong laughed, "In the future, who can say that you are not my, Cheng Zitong's, student?"

Few people would ask about urban legend commissions. In the Academy, only he studied them out of interest, and only this student, Chen Chuan, was very much to his liking.

He considered it and said, "Well, don't rush. These missions have an influence on people. Wait until you get the Weapon Permit, so it will be more convenient to assign them. Besides, these days, because of the Resistance Organization's matter, many places are under martial law, so it's not easy to do things. Wait until this storm passes."

Chen Chuan thought it was good too. He had indeed been a bit tense before, so these two days were a good time to settle down.

Cheng Zitong had things to do, so he didn't stay long. He reminded him again to remember to go to the committee with him three days later in the morning, and then picked up his briefcase and left.

After Chen Chuan saw him off, he returned to the living room, took out the Snow Emperor Blade, and sat there slowly wiping it with the knife oil sent by Old Mrs. Ni.

After yesterday's battle, this blade was full of blood. It also constantly endured his Energy transmission during the battle. At this moment, when he held it in his hand, he could feel it becoming more harmonious, and the weight seemed to have become lighter.

Especially after the fierce fighting, there were always some minor damages in some places on the blade, but after one night, looking at it again today, it seemed that they had all disappeared.

This is indeed a blade that can self-repair, and he can feel that the more it is used, the more it suits his will and the sharper it becomes.

The second method of nourishing the blade did indeed make progress quickly. But he always remembered that people make the blade, not the blade make the people. He doesn't need to deliberately pursue killing in order to nourish the blade. Every slash must be in line with his will and his beliefs.

At this time, he looked up and saw "Second Self" leaning against the wall.

Yesterday's fight also gave Second Self a great response to him. Even he himself did not expect that this Merge time actually increased by a full half hour, not only surpassing all previous progress

, but also exceeding the originally accumulated Merge time.

Because of this, the Merge time jumped to nearly an hour!

This is a tremendous improvement.

But it's not enough.

Far from enough.

Chen Chuan looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, and for a moment, he seemed to see a very far place.

It is foreseeable that as he moves forward, what he will face in the future will not only be Martial Combat experts on the training road, or some bandits, but may be opponents far beyond his current imagination.

But it is precisely these opponents, these targets, that make him feel that the direction of his progress is more meaningful.

Thinking of this, he raised the well-maintained Snow Emperor Blade and gently slashed forward. The narrow blade made a buzzing sound, and a flash of snow-bright light appeared in the room, as if the air in front was also torn apart for a moment.

After a moment of pause, he turned his wrist, rested his elbow on his chest, held the knife horizontally on his shoulder, and then sent the blade into the scabbard on the side. With a snap, the cold light was restrained, and everything returned to silence, quietly waiting there for the next time it was unsheathed.

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