As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned, followed by an uproar.
"Squad Leader?!"
"A woman can also become a Squad Leader?!"
Liu Ke, who was in the corner, changed his expression even further.
The Squad Leaders of the Demon Suppression Division are all eighth-rank official positions, commanding a troop and holding real power.
He prided himself on his exceptional talent; he entered the Hearing the String in his early twenties and now already possessed Half-Step Ming Gu cultivation, making him a leader among the younger generation in the entire Longyou Circuit.
But even so, he was still just an ordinary Demon Suppression Guards.
This was entirely because the Demon Suppression Division never looked at background, only merit.
But why?
Why this woman?
How could a newcomer who had just joined the Demon Suppression Division, who hadn't even accumulated any merit yet, leap straight to becoming a Squad Leader?
A ridiculous thought vaguely arose in his mind.
Could it be that she had single-handedly slain a Ming Gu Great Demon?
What a joke!
What is the concept of a Ming Gu Great Demon?
Ordinary Martial Artists in the Wen Xian Realm, even those at Half-Step Ming Gu, would only be crushed when facing a Ming Gu Great Demon.
It was at this moment.
Jiang Yuechu took a scroll of official documents from her bosom and unfurled it before everyone's eyes.
Everyone present was a Martial Artist, naturally possessing extraordinary eyesight, and could clearly see the characters written on it.
A sharp-eyed man subconsciously read it aloud.
"By order of Deputy General Xu Changfeng of the Longyou Circuit Dusi, Jiang Yuechu is hereby appointed as the eighth-rank squad leader of the Xuan Battalion, Demon Suppression Division, Longyou Circuit, commanding a troop of Demon Suppression Guardss."
At this, everyone suddenly understood.
No wonder this young woman dared to barge into the barracks alone, no wonder she dared to call out names—it turned out she was their future superior.
The originally noisy courtyard instantly fell silent.
Everyone's gaze fell uniformly upon Jiang Yuechu, mixed with surprise and suspicion.
Such a young age, such methods, such a background... The Fat Monk's eyes spun, and his face instantly broke into a wide smile as he hugged his wine gourd and approached.
"this poor monk No Abstinence greets Captain Jiang!"
"Look, look at the eyes of this poor monk—I knew Captain Jiang was no ordinary person! Look, Chen Tong is also a crude man, and that's just his usual temper. Please, with your great generosity, don't mind him. How about putting the knife down first?"
As he spoke, his hand was already resting on the scabbard that Jiang Yuechu had pressed onto Chen Tong's shoulder, attempting to lift it.
The next second.
His expression changed.
He secretly exerted all his strength, but the scabbard remained rooted to the spot, completely motionless.
Only then did he realize how terrifying the force Chen Tong was enduring was!
This young woman looked slender, yet she possessed such immense strength!
Jiang Yuechu glanced sideways, her cool gaze resting on the monk's palm.
"Are you teaching me how to do my job?"
The smile on the monk's face instantly froze, fine sweat beaded on his forehead, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare! this poor monk absolutely had no such intention!"
Jiang Yuechu withdrew her gaze, lightly sweeping over the crowd in the courtyard.
"Listen up, everyone."
Her voice was not loud, but it instantly silenced the few people who were still whispering.
"I, Jiang Yuechu, do not like to talk much, nor do I like to meddle in others' business."
"Whether you spend your days gambling and cockfighting, or drinking and reveling, I won't interfere."
"However... let me make myself clear first."
Jiang Yuechu's gaze suddenly sharpened.
"I don't care if you are Jianghu heroes, aristocratic scions, monks, or assassins... here, there is only one rule."
She raised her hand and pulled back the scabbard pressed onto Chen Tong's shoulder.
Chen Tong slumped to the ground like a pile of mud, gasping for breath.
"That is... my rule."
"If anyone is dissatisfied or refuses to acknowledge it, then get lost early."
"If you don't want to get lost, yet still want to cause trouble under my command... then first weigh whether your neck is hard enough."
Her gaze paused briefly on Liu Ke, No Abstinence, and Chen Tong.
"Do you understand?"
"..."
No one dared to speak.
Jiang Yuechu frowned.
"Hmm?"
The Fat Monk immediately shouted, "We understand! Everyone understands!"
"We... we understand!"
Everyone spoke up in succession.
But the scattered voices were truly unbearable.
Jiang Yuechu let out a "Tsk."
She pressed her thumb against the blade, drawing it out one inch from the sheath.
Buzz—
The friction between the blade and the scabbard produced a resonant hum.
Everyone jumped in fright, and the perfunctory attitude they had moments ago instantly vanished.
"WE UNDERSTAND!!!"
This time, everyone in the courtyard answered in unison, their voices loud and clear.
Even Liu Ke subconsciously shouted loudly.
But after shouting, his face instantly flushed red.
Damn it!
How could he lose his composure like this, being so easily frightened by a woman!
Although he was unwilling to admit it.
He truly did feel considerable pressure emanating from this young woman... Since she had already met her subordinates.
She had no interest in staying here to watch this group of men continue gambling and drinking.
Moreover, if she stayed, not only would she be uncomfortable, but her subordinates would be uncomfortable too.
Why seek trouble?
After leaving the barracks, Jiang Yuechu recalled that The Department had allocated a house to her in the City, and she couldn't help but feel emotional.
In just a short time, she had gone from a powerless prisoner to an eighth-rank squad leader and a Martial Artist of the Minggu Realm.
Now she not only had money but also a house.
All she could say was, the future was promising!
Immediately, she decided to go check out her new home.
Following the address mentioned by the one-eyed old man in her memory, she unconsciously hummed a few out-of-tune melodies as she slowly walked out of the Demon Suppression Division.
The Region of Liangzhou is located in the heartland of Longyou. Although it is not as prosperous as the Capital, it possesses its own unique atmosphere.
Merchants gathered on the long streets, and the sounds of hawking were incessant.
Various flags fluttered, taverns and teahouses were packed with people, shoulder to shoulder.
The Demon Suppression Division Dusi is established here, suppressing the sounds of swords and the Qi of demons, allowing the people in the City to live and work in peace, undisturbed by evil spirits.
As Jiang Yuechu walked through it, she felt a long-lost sense of common life.
Although this place couldn't compare to the majestic grandeur of Chang'an, the Capital, in her memory, it allowed her to genuinely feel the vitality of this world.
The bloody turmoil of Jincheng County and the foul-smelling mud along the Black River seemed to drift further and further away with the bustling crowd.
The residence allocated by the Demon Suppression Division was located in the east of Liangzhou City, adjacent to the city wall.
This place was named Jingyao Workshop, which, as the name suggests, was established specifically for the Demon Suppression Division.
After all, many people in the Demon Suppression Division had families, and they couldn't all squeeze into the Dusi.
Therefore, this area was specially designated; those of the eighth rank and above were all allocated housing here for free.
As for ninth-rank Demon Suppression Guardss, they could purchase housing at an extremely low price.
This was considered a major benefit provided by the Demon Suppression Division to its subordinates.
The streets within the workshop were wide and clean, lined with tall trees that cast patches of shade even in the height of summer.
The residential courtyards were arranged neatly; although not luxurious, they featured dark tiles and blue bricks, appearing quite orderly.
Occasionally, Demon Suppression Guardss wearing casual clothes would pass by with swords, their expressions lacking the rigidity found inside the Dusi, showing instead a touch of ordinary domestic warmth.
Following the address, Jiang Yuechu arrived in front of a small courtyard within the workshop.
Before she even got close, she saw someone waiting at the entrance from afar.
The person was wearing a simple blue jacket, appearing to be about forty years old, with a lean face and a pair of rat whiskers, anxiously pacing back and forth.
Seeing Jiang Yuechu, the man hurriedly approached, his face full of flattering smiles. He bowed and cautiously asked, "Is this Lord Jiang?"
Jiang Yuechu looked at him suspiciously, wondering inwardly.
How did this person recognize her?
"You are..."
Hearing this, the man quickly introduced himself, bowing and scraping: "This subordinate is the Minor Official of the Jingyao Workshop, surnamed Li, given name Fu. I received instructions from the Dusi long ago that an official would be moving in today, and I was specially waiting here to guide the Lord."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuechu couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
It just goes to show why everyone wants to be an official.
She was only an eighth-rank squad leader, yet she had someone specifically waiting for her.
If she hadn't come today, wouldn't this person have waited in vain?