Great Shu Kingdom, Linhai County, inside the patrol gate of the border city.

Chu Ren was sitting on the edge of the school field, his eyes a little wandering, holding a palm-sized pet snapping turtle in his hand.

"Xiao Chu, why are you sitting here in a daze?"

A muscular middle-aged man passed by, saw Chu Ren in a daze, and slapped him on the shoulder.

"No...Uncle Li, I'm just taking a rest."

Chu Ren immediately came to his senses. Uncle Li's name was Li Long, and he was his father's colleague and friend for many years.

Due to their father's generation, the relationship between the two families is very good, and Li Long also takes good care of him.

"A month later, there will be a patrol to award seals. It will be special mother's five white seals. More than 20 young boys will compete."

"Your family has been patrolling for three generations, and your father has passed away. If you don't get the white seal, your Chu family's inheritance will be cut off!"

The majestic Li Long directly pulled Chu Ren up from the stool like a chicken.

He glared at Chu Ren: "You are only in the middle stage of bone and blood, you little bastard, why are you still resting? Believe it or not, I will beat you to death."

Chu Ren nodded repeatedly: "What Uncle Li taught me is that I will go back to practice right away."

"Wait!"

"You are seventeen or eighteen years old, why should you raise a turtle? Throw it away to your uncle!"

Seeing Chu Ren turning around to leave, Li Long pointed at the pet snapping turtle in his hand, hating that iron could never become steel.

"This snapping turtle belongs to me, so I can't throw it away."

Chu Ren was speechless in his heart, smiled apologetically, and hurriedly walked outside the patrol door.

"You've lost weight, you're stupid, you don't look like Lao Chu at all!" Li Long got angry just looking at him.

Chu Ren's home is not far from the patrol gate, and he returned to his courtyard after walking for about ten minutes.

After closing the courtyard door, he placed the snapping turtle on the stone table in the courtyard, with one person and one turtle facing each other.

"Everyone travels by himself, but I just traveled with them all, and we became one."

He raised his head, and the snapping turtle raised his head. He opened his mouth, and the snapping turtle opened his mouth.

Thinking silently in his mind, a panel unfolded in front of his eyes.

[Ontology: Chu Ren]

【Lifespan:130(40 90)】

[Realm: Middle Stage of Bone and Blood Realm]

【Energy: 12】

【Physique:13】

【Soul:17】

[Skills: Family Sword Technique (59% for beginners), Family Tradition Heart Technique (78% for the first level)]

【Clone: ​​Snapping Turtle】

【Lifespan:130(90 40)】

[Realm: None]

【Evolution:20%】

[Evolution can be accelerated by swallowing flesh and blood, and the evolution of clones can promote the improvement of the body.]

This system panel appeared when Chu Ren traveled through time three days ago.

Also traveling through Blue Star with him was this snapping turtle bought from the Flower, Bird, Fish and Insect Market.

I originally planned to buy a turtle and use it as material for my biological science graduation thesis.

As a result, I met love at the corner, met a truck that ran a red light, and were all taken away.

What's outrageous is that after traveling to this world of immortal martial arts, Chu Ren discovered that the snapping turtle had turned into another one of himself.

He can control the snapping turtle as well as himself, and he can feel everything the snapping turtle feels.

"Hungry..."

Feeling the hunger transmitted by the clone, Chu Ren left it in the room and turned around to go out.

After a while, I returned with two more pounds of pork in my hand.

"Feed yourself! This is in Blue Star, but it is not killing everyone in CNS journals."

Pass the pork to the cloned snapping turtle and control it to eat.

It's been a few days since he traveled through time, and Chu Ren's head, which had been flattened by a truck, was still thinking about the thesis.

[Snapping turtle evolution level 10%, current evolution level: 30%]

A pound of pork is eaten in the blink of an eye, and the system prompts that the evolution level has increased by 10%.

"I can't afford two kilograms of pork a day with just the salary of a police officer."

If the snapping turtle clone eats one pound of meat every day, it can increase its evolution by 10%. Any more will be useless.

As a warrior, Chu Ren needs at least one pound of meat every day to meet the basic consumption of training.

As the lowest-ranking agent in the patrol sect, his monthly salary is ten spirit coins.

The purchasing power of one spirit coin is about 100 yuan from Blue Star.

In this chaotic world of immortals and martial arts, outside the protection of the city, there are monsters and weirdness everywhere.

Food is precious, and meat is even more expensive. One pound of pork costs one spirit coin.

If it weren't for my father in this body, he left more than three hundred spiritual coins before his death.

Now Chu Ren, let alone eating meat for the cloned snapping turtle, has to eat bran root himself.

"You have to find a way to become a white seal patrol officer. Then your monthly salary will be at least dozens of spirit coins."

Patrolling has a very high status in the Great Shu Kingdom and is the most important pillar of the Ministry of Punishment.

Mainly responsible for investigating and dealing with events that transcend mortal forces, such as warriors, monsters or weirdness.

The original owner of Chu Ren’s family was from the third generation patrol sect.

His father once reached the green seal of the three seals of white, green and blue, and was considered a good man in the border town.

Unfortunately, a month ago, he died in the line of duty while investigating a strange and harmful incident.

After boiling the remaining pound of meat and eating it all, Chu Ren began to practice the family-inherited mental method.

The family-inherited mental method is a spiritual cultivation method that Grandpa Chu Ren exchanged from his family when he was on patrol.

He doesn’t know the original name of the exercise either.

After two generations of practice and adjustments, from my grandfather to my father, it has become very different from the original method.

The same is true for the family sword skills he learned.

As a low-level skill, it is common to adjust it according to your own situation.

Two hours later, Chu Ren slowly stopped working, and the energy from the food was exhausted.

[The progress of the family inheritance method is 2%, and the current progress of the first level is 80%]

"We can no longer save, we must do our best to improve our cultivation."

The nutritional energy brought by a pound of meat only increases by 2% after consumption.

Chu Ren sighed and went out to buy meat again.

His father died in the line of duty, and Chu Ren could have received a large sum of money from the police to settle down.

But for some reason, the family not only allowed him to inherit his father's business, but also gave him the qualifications to become a policeman.

There has been no movement on settlement expenses.

Because Chu Ren has just traveled to this world and his cultivation level is low, it is difficult to inquire about the reason for the time being.

In his memory, he still clearly remembered that the reason why the original owner was soul-pierced by him was because the original owner suffered a fatal attack.

Within a month, the father and son encountered bad luck one after another, which revealed something abnormal.

Walking on the street, Chu Ren always felt like someone was peeking at him.

"Brother Wang, two more pounds of pork."

Hurrying to the pork stall, Chu Ren threw two spiritual coins to the middle-aged man wearing a coarse apron in the stall.

"Okay, Brother Chu has really gained a lot of appetite since he took over as a police officer."

Wang Ge Ma Liu took the spirit coin, picked up the pork knife, sharpened it back and forth a few times, and quickly cut off a good piece of meat.

Taking the oil paper wrapping the pork, Chu Ren turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, a beggar girl with a two-year-old child in her arms, covered in rags, knelt on the roadside and kowtowed to him.
To be continued...