42: I don't want to be promoted to a higher position.

The centurion was startled at first, then realized what was going on.

He immediately burst out laughing.

“Haha… Good and evil are repaid; the Heavenly Dao has Reincarnation! This scoundrel committed evil deeds his entire life, and he probably never imagined he would ultimately fall because of a piece of clothing.”

The centurion stopped laughing, his expression returning to seriousness.

“Well killed! This dog scoundrel was utterly wicked, and because he had some ability, he felt no one could control him. He died a fitting death.”

Jiang Lan nodded slightly.

Putting aside everything else, just consider the seven human heads of that white snake.

One head, one life.

For this alone, saying Qiu Liangfeng was utterly wicked was no exaggeration at all.

If he hadn't arrived at the God of Wealth Temple in time, Zhang Cui might have already become the eighth head on that white snake's neck.

“However, your abilities are truly formidable. Not only did you kill Qiu Liangfeng, but you also slew the three demonic creatures under him. These three demons were all quite powerful, even a cut above him. If they hadn't been fed human blood daily, they would have long since turned on him.”

Listening to the centurion's praise, Jiang Lan said again:

“The centurion flatters me.”

The centurion waved his hand.

“Let's not talk about our respective strengths. Just considering our ranks, I am a centurion, and you are a Demon Suppression Guard, am I not?”

Although Jiang Lan didn't understand why the centurion suddenly brought this up, he still replied:

“Yes.”

“Your killing of Qiu Liangfeng is a great achievement. Since my rank is higher than yours, I must commend you. Tell me, what reward do you desire?”

Jiang Lan smiled wryly.

So, he was indirectly trying to give him a benefit.

However, this was understandable.

The strength he displayed today was comparable to the centurion's.

If the centurion had no intention of befriending him, it would be too unrealistic.

It's just that… he truly didn't have any desired benefits.

If it had been before today, he might have asked for some silver or the like.

But after slaying that toad, he had acquired a huge sum of money.

He had no personal expenses, and that many gold ingots would last him a long time.

After a moment of thought, Jiang Lan said:

“This subordinate does not seek rewards. However, there is something I wish to ask the centurion if he knows.”

The centurion asked in confusion: “What?”

“Centurion, do you know if the Green Lantern Sect has someone named Hong Luan?”

“Hong Luan?” The centurion pondered for a moment, then said: “I seem to recall there being such a woman, but I'm not very familiar with her. Where did you hear about her?”

Jiang Lan pointed to the Black Robed Man's head on the ground.

“He said so.”

“Then that must be it… The Green Lantern Sect is a nest of vipers, not a single good person among them.” The centurion said: “Is that person also in Yan Country's capital?”

Jiang Lan shook his head slightly.

“I don't know yet.”

The only clue he currently had was that the prisoner who was released earlier should be related to Hong Luan.

But Jiang Lan wasn't sure if the two would still be in contact recently.

So, he was temporarily unaware of Hong Luan's whereabouts.

However, as long as it was confirmed that such a person existed, finding her was only a matter of time.

The monk can run, but the temple cannot.

The centurion's eyes flickered.

He knew that since Jiang Lan asked, it couldn't have been a casual inquiry.

“If I recall correctly, she should also be a hall master. If you truly intend to investigate, be careful.”

“Rest assured, Centurion.”

“Don't call me centurion anymore, it sounds awkward. It's possible your strength is even a cut above mine.” The centurion said: “My surname is Wu, Wu Qingyun. I'm a few years older than you. If you don't mind, just call me Big Brother Wu.”

“Big Brother Wu.”

Jiang Lan replied readily.

He could tell that Wu Qingyun was also a straightforward person, not stupid, but without any cunning tricks.

Jiang Lan was happy to make friends with such a person.

“Hey.” Wu Qingyun smiled, “Brother Jiang.”

His address of 'Brother Jiang' was exceptionally straightforward, completely devoid of Qiu Rang's previous awkwardness.

After calling him, his expression became slightly more serious.

“Brother Jiang, your strength is more than enough to be a centurion; simply being a Demon Suppression Guard is a bit unsuitable. However, your strength is indeed a bit peculiar, so I, your elder brother, will have to find someone to investigate you. Please don't take offense.

If there are no problems, I will report it and ask the Division Head to promote you. If you have problems… don't blame me, your elder brother, for speaking frankly.”

Jiang Lan laughed at his words.

It seemed his previous judgment was not entirely accurate.

This Big Brother Wu had quite a few tricks up his sleeve.

These few short sentences, while seemingly innocuous, held many meanings when truly deciphered.

But it didn't matter.

After all, he had no problems.

Jiang Lan didn't believe anyone could uncover the fact that he had Transmigrated.

He paused.

“There's no need for promotion; having the same monthly salary as a centurion is fine.”

“Why is that?”

Wu Qingyun was somewhat unable to understand. It was the first time he had seen someone uninterested in something like promotion.

What tempts people in this world is nothing more than power, wealth, and sex.

Among these, power ranks first.

Even Wu Qingyun himself, while not overly covetous of the power he held, would still strive to climb higher if given the opportunity.

But Jiang Lan… Jiang Lan grinned.

“I can barely take care of myself, so how could I have the mind to manage others?”

This was an excuse, but not entirely.

Jiang Lan was currently wholeheartedly devoted to the Martial Dao; he truly had no desire to dabble in power.

Wouldn't it be better to spend that time slaying more demons and quickly raising his Martial Dao Realm?

The Demon Suppression Division was too small for Jiang Lan.

Let alone the Demon Suppression Division, even the Great Yan Nation was merely one of the two hundred and thirty-six nations in Chihong Province.

There was too much on the Nine Provinces Continent waiting for him to explore; wouldn't it be a waste to be confined to one place?

Martial Artists who can move mountains and fill seas, and great demons who can swallow the sky and change the sun.

Since he had come to this world, how could Jiang Lan be content without witnessing them with his own eyes?

Wu Qingyun still couldn't quite understand.

But he also didn't try to persuade Jiang Lan.

No matter what Jiang Lan said, an investigation was definitely necessary. It wouldn't be too late to persuade him after confirming that Jiang Lan had no problems at all.

Jiang Lan rose from the stone stool.

“Big Brother Wu, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first.”

“Wait.” Wu Qingyun called out to Jiang Lan.

He pointed to the female head in the bundle and said: “This is one of the heads of the human-faced snake he raised, isn't it?”

Only then did Jiang Lan remember; if Wu Qingyun hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten this matter.

“Yes, this person should be…” He pondered for a moment, then continued: “The daughter of the master of the Wu Family Boxing Hall. If the centurion has time, he can send someone to go there.”

Wu Qingyun didn't ask how Jiang Lan knew, but nodded.

“No problem, I'll send someone there.”

“This subordinate takes his leave.”

Jiang Lan turned and walked out. Although his steps were still steady, there was a subtle sense of haste.

He hadn't forgotten that he still had over a thousand years of lifespan unused.