The old man with white beard looks quite immortal.

At this moment, he was explaining something with all his might.

Talk of broken bones regenerating and meridians remodeling is simply unheard of.

The crowds watching around looked very lively and kept making a commotion. I wanted to see it with my own eyes.

The old man with the white beard did not try to explain, but actually started to select from the crowd.

Maybe it's really the luck of the compass.

In the dark.

He was unexpectedly chosen by the white-bearded old man.

What happened next was like a dream.

The meridians that were severed by the caravan were actually reshaped.

My own cultivation is slowly recovering, and in a few days, I will be able to recover to my previous level.

He was so overjoyed that he wanted to thank the old man.

The old man with white beard waved his hands and said that since we met each other, it was fate and there was no need to be involved in cause and effect.

He was confused by what he heard, but he didn't think deeply about it.

Because he was now overwhelmed by the ecstasy after his meridians were reshaped and his cultivation was restored.

But what happened next.

But it seemed like a huge joke was played on him.

The people from the Demon Suppression Bureau have arrived.

It is said that someone reported that there was an old Taoist priest who was cheating in Youdu City.

They are promoting a fake medicine that claims to regenerate broken bones and reshape meridians.

This is sheer nonsense!

Let’s not talk about whether the story is true or not.

If this is true, what will happen to the many pharmacies in the city?

This old man with a white beard never paid a penny.

The owner of the drugstore pays tribute to them every day, so naturally it is their turn to discipline him.

How could such a thing happen under the feet of the emperor?

Spread rumors and deceive.

This is a big sin!

At the very least, their tongues would be cut off, and their hands and feet would be chopped off.

When the people from the Demon Suppression Bureau came.

The old man with the white beard is gone, like a gust of wind, gone in an instant.

Only the Director of the Demon Suppression Department was left with a bewildered and confused look on his face.

He was just a kid at that time.

If he were thrown onto the street, no one would even look at him.

Originally, he had made up his mind not to have any dealings with the Demon Suppression Bureau anymore.

By chance.

As a result, he once again intersected with the Demon Suppression Division.

All I can say is that fate is unpredictable and makes people smile bitterly.

The benefactor who had just saved his life and rebuilt his financial system.

Now it has become the source that indirectly pushes him to the Demon-Suppressing Bureau.

He reacted quickly and decided not to be caught. He mobilized the little bit of strength he had just recovered and immediately ran towards the city gate.

The people behind him quickly caught up.

I felt a little surprised.

I originally thought it was just an old mortal who was cheating people, but I didn't expect that there was actually a person with cultivation.

As for why the reporter mentioned an old man, they actually saw a young man.

They didn't think much about it.

There is only one person on the stage, who else could it be but him?

It doesn't even matter who he is.

It's not enough to just catch the person. They, these men, don't have to work so hard.

Then we will conduct investigation, tracking and identity verification.

How much time will this take?

It would be better to catch one quickly.

Then collect your reward.

If not.

He could even be caught again, and the drugstore owners could give him more money.

This is the correct way to do things.

However, the difficulty of this guy in front of them was obviously beyond their expectations.

It only takes a short move to get to the city gate.

I wanted to hide in the crowd...

It's obvious.

The guy they are chasing must be a cultivator with great intelligence.

The cultivation level is not high.

The cultivator is already one in ten thousand.

Given the huge population of mortals, it is particularly precious.

The people from the Demon Suppression Bureau immediately straightened their posture, exerted their full strength, captured him, and threw him into the prison to await trial.

After all, his cultivation had just recovered.

He has not yet been able to escape capture by the Imperial Capital's Demon Suppression Division.

He was in a panic.

His cultivation level recovered, but it seemed as if God played a joke on him and made him come to the place he least wanted to return to.

However, the most painful thing is yet to come.

After some investigation, they found out that he was from the Demon Suppression Department.

And I have been following it for several years...

This is a huge event.

After being severely beaten several times, he was thrown directly into the death row.

Just when he thought his life was over.

The compass in my arms once again gave me guidance.

In that corner stood a listless old man with gray hair and tattered clothes. His eyes were exposed, but they seemed to be curled up in the rags, without any light.

He knew that this was the key to his survival.

The compass would not deceive him.

This was his last chance.

I think of this place as the death row.

This old man must be some great figure who knows everything. If he wants to get out of this murder situation, he has to rely on himself. Can he let the old man help him?

He did not act rashly.

Begin to observe the habits of the elderly.

The old man usually sat in the corner without saying a word, often sleeping soundly all day, and would only move when the meal was served, and then take a grain of rice from the meal.

It must be the roundest and fullest one.

He licked it off his fingers like a beast licking food.

The leftover food is thrown at the door and will be replaced next time.

Then another grain of rice.

He didn't know what this habit meant.

He knew that if he wanted to please the other person, he had to start with love.

But this grain of rice really stumped him.

Because if he liked a certain dish, he could give his to the old man.

What is this grain of rice?

He was frowning as he saw the end of his sentence drawing closer.

녦His progress with the old man has not changed.

I can only look at my food and rage.

He did try to talk to the old man, but the old man ignored him and acted like a cold sculpture.

Fortunately, because of the words of the guard.

He finally found the key.

The guard took away the food that had been left there and muttered, "You are so arrogant. No wonder your whole family died."

He suddenly burst into shock.

Finally I understood the identity of the old man in front of me.

This must be an important figure in the court.

If you want to establish a relationship with the other party, you must start from the people in the court.

He thought hard for a long time, but couldn't think of any excuse he could come up with.

Because he had no ability to participate in the handling of officials in the court.

Naturally, there were no names of officials in the court whose property was confiscated and whose families were exterminated.

Compass once again played a role at the critical moment.

This is when he finally realized the purpose of the compass.

An unknown and obscure passage passed through my mind.

An unknown mystical symbol depicting a compass.

Silently contemplate your own destiny in your heart.

Destiny, this modification.

He became the only son of the previous prime minister who had passed away, and lived in exile for many years.

The prime minister and the old man were once close friends.

After the old man's family was confiscated and his family was exterminated, the emperor allowed him to make one request before he died.

The old man asked the emperor to pardon him.

The emperor agreed.

He survived, and gradually rose through the ranks to become the Director of the Demon Suppression Department.

As a price, he needs to sacrifice all his offspring...

The Wheel of Destiny got its name from this.