Gone Mad

"I don't know."

"Really."

"I'm sorry."

"Qing Feng, whether you kill me or dismember me, I, Yang Lin Gu, have no complaints whatsoever."

Yang Lin Gu abruptly raised his head. Blood flowed from his mangled forehead, mixing with tears as it streamed down the corners of his eyes.

He crawled on his knees to Li Qing Feng's front.

Li Qing Feng suddenly raised the magic sword in his hand.

Struggle.

Pain.

"I knew about Meng Zhen. I entered the Prefectural Manor that night."

"I knew they were using Meng Zhen as medicine."

"I immediately decided to get revenge."

"Why did you give in so easily?"

Li Qing Feng questioned sharply.

He hated.

But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

His sword couldn't cut down his former friend.

Killing a person was easy, but what then? What was he doing all this for?

"Slash!"

The magic sword cut the robe, and half of the green garment fluttered to the ground.

"Today, I, Li Qing Feng, sever ties with you. We are no longer connected."

"Get lost."

Li Qing Feng seemed to have been drained of strength, barely able to stand relying on his magic sword.

His withered hair was scattered over his shoulders.

His voice was very soft.

But also very resolute.

He had no more time to get entangled in this kind of matter.

His gaze turned back, landing on the Prefectural Manor.

His enemy was there!

Magic Power surged, sweeping away the颓废, and he walked towards the main gate.

"I know that my single life cannot compensate for the hundred and three lives of your family."

"Today, I return one life to you. If there is a next life, I will return my life to you again!"

"Life after life, until it is all repaid!"

"I'm sorry, and I'm sorry to Meng Zhen."

"But I, Yang Lin Gu, am absolutely not afraid of death."

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect Zhang Wan Long would slaughter your entire family over such a small matter."

"I really didn't know."

Yang Lin Gu climbed up from the ground and shouted at Li Qing Feng's retreating back.

He was lost, hoping Li Qing Feng would turn back.

As he spoke, he pulled out the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

He gripped it tightly with both hands.

Trembling, he plunged it into his heart.

Blood filled his mouth. Yang Lin Gu's eyes widened, and he gripped the dagger tightly.

That was the feeling of life draining away.

He knelt on the ground, his eyes fixed on Li Qing Feng's back.

Until they finally dimmed.

He was dead.

Tu Shan Jun could clearly feel the condensation of Sha Qi and the disappearance of life force.

However, without entering the Venerable Soul Banner, the Living Soul would quickly disappear.

Li Qing Feng did not turn back.

He severed ties with him because he couldn't bring himself to strike him down.

But that didn't mean he was going to forgive Yang Lin Gu.

Not expecting something didn't mean things should be that way.

Too many things were caused by not expecting them.

He should have prepared for the worst long ago.

He should have been ready the moment he learned Meng Zhen was killed.

Li Qing Feng walked towards the Prefectural Manor.

The setting sun cast its scattered light upon Li Qing Feng.

His hair was disheveled.

He laughed heartily.

Tears streamed down his face as he laughed.

"Huh, doesn't that person look a lot like Young Master Li?"

"Which Li family?"

"The Young Master of the Li family whose entire household was wiped out."

"They said he went missing. Why is he back?"

"He looks crazy. Has he gone mad?"

"With his family gone, how could he not go mad?"

"What a tragedy."

The twilight in Eight Directions Prefecture city was no longer as bustling as before, but there were still quite a few street vendors.

Vagrants and beggars gathered in groups.

Teahouses and restaurants were open as usual.

Life, after all, had to go on.

The common people had grown accustomed to taking orders.

As long as they had food to eat, they wouldn't resist.

Although there were many soldiers patrolling the Prefectural Manor, and even more constables and yamen runners, no one dared to speak loudly, not even daring to breathe heavily.

They just felt oppressed.

The central hall of the Prefectural Manor had not been rebuilt and remained a half-ruined shell.

In the rear courtyard, Zhang Wan Long was hosting two people who appeared to be dressed in extraordinary attire.

As the two exchanged drinks, they expressed their praise for Prefect Zhang.

"I dare not accept the overpraise from you two Immortal Masters."

"Ah, Prefect Zhang, there's no need to worry. From your description, that Demonic Cultivator is nothing special."

"He's just relying on a strange Magic Tool to show off."

"There's no need for the high-ranking disciples of the Five Spirits Sect; our brothers' intervention is sufficient."

"With you two Immortal Masters here, I am relieved," Zhang Wan Long said with a smile.

There was not a trace of a smile in his eyes.

The beautiful maid beside him poured wine for the Immortal Masters.

Zhang Wan Long couldn't discern the strength of these two Immortal Masters from the Liang Capital, but he found that Immortal Masters were also human.

They lacked none of the seven emotions and six desires.

In fact, their desires were even stronger.

People like that guarding Immortal Master, who were pure-hearted and desired little, diligently cultivating in seclusion, must be a minority.

Because he had obtained the Five Spirits Art by exchanging treasures with that higher-ranking guarding Immortal Master.

Regardless of their character, being able to serve as Enshrinements in the Liang Capital meant their strength should not be a major issue.

The guarding Immortal Master alone could injure or even defeat that assassin and the Evil Ghost.

Now with two more Immortal Masters, they would surely be able to achieve success in one fell swoop.

After hosting the two Liang Capital Enshrinements for half a month, providing them with food, drink, and entertainment, Zhang Wan Long was also getting tired of it.

He hoped that assassin would come again.

"My lord."

A yamen runner rushed into the inner hall in a panic, his expression tense.

Zhang Wan Long's brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "What are you panicking about?"

"My lord, someone has broken into the yamen and wants to take revenge on you."

Zhang Wan Long shot up, a fierce look flashing across his face. "Good! He's finally back. It seems he's recovered from his injuries."

"The two Enshrinements?"

Saying this, Zhang Wan Long looked at the two Liang Capital Enshrinements who were drinking.

"Alright, since this Demonic Cultivator who doesn't know his place has delivered himself to our doorstep, we can take care of business and report back!"

"Let's go, we'll meet him." The two exchanged a smile and both stood up.

Five Directions Temple.

The young man awoke from his meditation and looked towards the Prefectural Manor.

Sha Qi permeated the air.

"He's here."

He opened his hand, and the message that should have been sent to the sect lay quietly in his palm.

The young man shook his head and sighed.

If he were to call his senior brother from the sect, that person would have no chance.

All he could do was guard Eight Directions Prefecture City and slay demons and ghosts.

Other matters, he didn't want to get involved in.

This was the most he could do.

He walked out of the temple.

Only he was there, carrying his ebony Magic Sword on his back as he hurried towards the Prefectural Manor.

Li Qing Feng held the three-foot Ghost Face Banner, his body surrounded by Sha Qi as he walked into the Prefectural Manor.

Soldiers and yamen runners could not stop him.

Until he reached the main hall.

Zhang Wan Long seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Beside Zhang Wan Long were two people with calm expressions.

Their ages were indistinguishable, but they were both quite old.

One of them smiled, examining Li Qing Feng. "Indeed, you're surrounded by Yin energy and souls. It seems quite a few people have died by your hand."

"I am Wen Lichun, an Enshrinement of Great Liang."

The other Enshrinement, who looked quite honest and kind, pursed his lips.

He said proudly, "If you abandon your Magic Tool and surrender, considering we are both Qi Cultivators, we can leave your corpse intact."

Li Qing Feng did not look at the two of them. Instead, he stared intently at Zhang Wan Long.

A fierce expression was clearly visible as he roared angrily, "Zhang Wan Long, today is your day to die!"

"Kill!"

The floor tiles beneath his feet suddenly shattered, and earth and stone rolled.

Li Qing Feng had already charged forward.

Seeing Li Qing Feng ignore them both in such a manner, the honest-looking Enshrinement was furious. "Villain, don't be arrogant!"

Upon meeting, Li Qing Feng's distorted face was full of ferocity.

Where had that short, fat Enshrinement ever seen such a person? He was like a vicious criminal who didn't care about his life, and he was momentarily stunned by fear.

Fortunately, Wen Lichun reacted quickly and was about to strike to restrain Li Qing Feng.

Li Qing Feng passed by Wen Lichun like an ape, his hands like horns topping a worshipping moon, and slammed into the chin of the sturdy Enshrinement.

The sturdy Enshrinement was actually struck three feet off the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

Tu Shan Jun sneered. This dead fatty dared to block the current Li Qing Feng.

Although the strongest aspect of the Three Forms of the Demonic Ape was its enhancement of the Divine Soul, it was also a proper killing technique.

To resist it with one's physical body.

This kind of arrogant behavior was purely seeking death.

"Die for me!"

In the blink of an eye, Li Qing Feng had bypassed the sturdy Enshrinement and appeared before Zhang Wan Long.

He raised his palm and struck towards Zhang Wan Long's crown.

The force was immense.

The palm wind blew off Zhang Wan Long's hair ornament, leaving his hair disheveled.

Zhang Wan Long could clearly see the lines on the palm.

Yet, he was not flustered at all, unlike the first two times he encountered Li Qing Feng.

"Not good!"

Wen Lichun quickly sent out his magic tool.

If the demonic path scoundrel managed to kill Zhang Wan Long right under their noses, not only would they be punished, but it would also be incredibly embarrassing.

Bang.

Li Qing Feng's hairpin sword transformed into a magic sword, standing behind him.

It blocked Wen Lichun's attack.

At the same time, Li Qing Feng's eyes widened, filled with shock.