Atlas of Heaven and Man

After Guan Yuming led the constabulary back to the city, he didn't relax but stayed on guard all night. It wasn't until the next morning, after confirming there were no immediate problems, that he allowed people to return to rest in shifts.

The upper echelons of the constabulary all knew that the resistance organization was indeed involved in this incident. The resistance organization wouldn't help Fang Dawei's group for nothing, and they wouldn't just stand by.

The only reason there's no movement now is that Guan Yuming brought people back too quickly, so they didn't have time to act. This bomb is still buried there, and no one knows when it will explode.

As the captain of the Baofeng District, Nian Fuli stuck to his post all night. The next day, around noon, the局长 (júzhǎng, director/chief) called him in to ask some questions before letting him leave.

When he came out of the bureau, many people greeted him on the road. He already knew that this was thanks to his nephew, but he was also proud. He rang his bicycle bell extra loudly all the way back.

"Old Nian is back, Old Nian is back!"

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

"Old Nian, just back? You must be exhausted. My wife also worked the night shift yesterday and complained to me."

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

Nian Fuli was passing through the alley just as it was almost lunchtime. Hearing the bell, people kept poking their heads out to greet him warmly.

Everyone in this family area knew that Nian Fuli's nephew had returned yesterday in Director Guan's personal car. Patrol Officer Bei personally escorted him to the door. It was said that he had helped the bureau catch Fang Dawei's gang, greatly boosting the reputation of the constabulary!

Nian Fuli responded to each of them. It took him a while to walk through the small alley. As he entered the courtyard of his home, he was singing opera tunes. When he walked into 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 the smell of smoke."

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

Nian Fuli said, "There's a short biography in it."

Yu Wan quickly took it and opened it, reading, "Brave and resourceful youth, assisting the constabulary in capturing fierce bandits..." She unceremoniously criticized, "This title is too corny. It doesn't show off my Chan'er's good qualities at all." She flipped through it again, "It doesn't even say his name..."

"Don't you understand? That's to protect him!" Nian Fuli went to the side to pour himself a drink of water. "The constabulary remembers what he did, and Wu Da also remembers. You watch, there will definitely be benefits for him later."

Yu Wan was still a little disgusted. She went up and took Nian Fuli's cup, grabbed the thermos and poured water, "Why are you drinking cold water? Drink hot water! I prepared it for you, and you didn't even know to take it! Everyone, big and small, makes people worry! That newspaper, it's as good as saying nothing."

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

Yu Wan said so, but she ran back to pick up the newspaper and looked at it carefully several times.

Nian Fuli was yawning while changing his clothes and shoes.

Yu Wan pressed down on the newspaper and said, "By the way, from yesterday afternoon until now, I've been busy answering phone calls. They're all from your constabulary, all asking about Chan'er's information, and also asking how old my Chan'er is, whether he's married or not. Chan'er is only sixteen years old. Even if there is such a thing, he should decide for himself. Didn't Second Sister not listen to Mom and Dad back then?"

Nian Fuli said, "Xiao Chan has his own ideas, we don't need to worry about it."

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

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

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

Those who can become first-class students of Wu Yi are not weaklings. They either have innate talents or are exceptionally gifted. He has observed these two classmates of his, and their levels are quite outstanding.

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

Chen Chuan said, "Maybe, it's just a pity that Senior Brother Liu didn't get these. Even the newspaper only mentioned him in one sentence, which is a bit unfair to him."

Luo Kaiyuan said seriously, "If you do more in the future, then he will not have died in vain."

Chen Chuan looked at him and nodded.

Returning to school felt like entering a sheltered harbor. Though news from the outside world still trickled in, the moment the dorm room door closed, the clamor outside ceased to affect him.

He quickly immersed himself back into his daily training routine.

It wasn't until evening that Cheng Zitong came looking for him. He entered, sat on the sofa, looked him over, and said, "Hmm, nothing serious, that's good."

Chen Chuan said, "I've worried the teacher."

Cheng Zitong waved his hand and said, "Although this matter was a bit of a risk, your teacher knows you had it under control."

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

Cheng Zitong said, "I know Liu Xin, that student. He has a strong sense of justice and particularly likes to take responsibility, much like another student I know, and often took him as an example. Hmm, perhaps that's also the reason. The academy will take care of matters after his death. In life, he was a hero, and in death, he should receive the honors he deserves."

He picked up his briefcase, took out a form, "Teacher came today also to tell you something. In a few days, you'll come with me to the review committee to get your weapon permit."

Chen Chuan was very surprised. He said in astonishment, "Wasn't the designated assignment withdrawn? How can I still get a weapon permit?"

Cheng Zitong said, "It's said that someone from the Political Affairs Office spoke up, believing that canceling such a major assignment so casually was too absurd, so they reinstated it. It should be a big figure who intervened or some force pushing behind the scenes. Think about it yourself, you should have an idea."

Chen Chuan thought of Guan Yuming sending him back in a special car yesterday, and he already had the answer in his heart.

"Teacher also wants to remind you of something else." Cheng Zitong's expression turned serious. "The Mo Lan Corporation is a behemoth, not something that ordinary people or forces can shake. When you are still weak, you must be cautious and not rashly challenge anything.

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"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 for the teacher's guidance."

Cheng Zitong's expression relaxed a little, "Teacher knows that you understand these things in your heart, so I don't need to say more. Anyway, think carefully before doing anything in the future."

Chen Chuan agreed, thought for a moment, and then asked about something else, "By the way, teacher, it's been a while since the last Well-Dweller 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 student, Cheng Zitong?"

Urban legend commissions are rarely inquired about. In the academy, only he studies them out of interest, and only Chen Chuan, this student, is very much to his liking.

He considered it and said, "Hmm, no rush. These missions have an impact on people. Let's wait until you get your weapon permit, so it's more convenient to do the assignments. Also, these past two days, because of the anti-organization matter, many places are under martial law, so it's not easy to do things. Let's wait until this storm passes."

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

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

After Chen Chuan saw him off, he returned to the living room, took out the Snow Sovereign Saber, sat there, and slowly wiped it with the knife oil given by Grandma Ni.

After yesterday's battle, this saber had drunk its fill of blood. It had also continuously endured the transmission of his strength during the battle. At this moment, when he held it in his hand, he could feel that it had become 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, when he looked at it again today, it seemed that they had all disappeared.

This is indeed a self-repairing knife, and he can feel that the more it is used, the more it suits his heart, and the sharper it becomes.

That second method of nurturing the knife is indeed making rapid progress. But he always remembers that it is people who make the knife, not the knife that makes people. He doesn't need to pursue killing specifically for nurturing the knife. Every slash must be in accordance with his heart and his beliefs.

At this moment, he raised his eyes to look over, "Second Me" was leaning against the wall.

Yesterday's fight also gave him a great response from Second Me. Even he himself did not expect that this time the overlap time would actually increase by more than half an hour, not only surpassing all previous progress, but also exceeding the originally accumulated overlap time.

Because of this, the overlap time reached nearly an hour in one fell swoop!

This is a tremendous improvement.

But it's not enough.

Far from enough.

Chen Chuan looked out of the French window, and for a moment, he seemed to see a very distant place.

It can be foreseen that as he goes forward, what he will face in the future may not only be fighting experts on the training road, or some fierce bandits, but opponents that may far exceed current imagination.

But it is precisely such opponents and such goals that make him feel that his direction of progress is more meaningful.

Thinking of this, he raised the well-maintained Snow Sovereign Saber 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 torn apart for a moment.

After a moment of pause, he turned his wrist, rested his elbow on his chest, held the knife across his shoulder, and then sent the blade into the scabbard beside him. With a 'tsa' sound, the cold light converged, and everything returned to silence, quietly waiting for the next time it was unsheathed.

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