The Demon Suppression Division is on Duty, Those Who Obstruct Will Be Killed Without Mercy!

The zither music was ethereal, but that was just an illusion. Beneath the ethereal melody lay a hidden killing intent that could captivate the soul.

Lin Baichuan glanced at the others in the room. Their expressions were varied, some excited, some thrilled, some dazed, as if they had fallen into some kind of illusion, their demeanors abnormal.

"Audacious demon, how dare you cause trouble in Cangwu County City, you court death..."

A stern shout, like a thunderclap, instantly drowned out the strange zither music and pulled everyone back from their illusions.

At this moment, Lin Baichuan moved like a fierce tiger, rushing out of the room and heading straight for the first-floor hall.

"Holy crap, what's going on..."

Yang Zhan was the first to snap back to reality. His face changed drastically, and he immediately got up and followed.

At this moment!

Lin Baichuan leaped, descending from the second floor. He landed on the stage in the first-floor hall with a thud, like a thousand-pound weight. Raising his right hand, his battle saber was drawn from its sheath, and he slashed at a woman in colorful attire wearing a veil on the stage.

This was the woman who had been playing the zither. The music was strange and contained illusionary techniques, clearly the work of a demon.

Now, within ten feet of the woman, he could sense a faint, elusive malevolent aura emanating from her. Lin Baichuan was very familiar with this aura, as he had felt it yesterday when completing his assessment.

It was exactly the same as that wolf demon.

This woman was not human; she was a demon.

Clang...

The sound of the saber was like a clear spring, exuding a chilling coldness and sharp edge. Lin Baichuan slashed down with his saber, shouting, "Monster, how dare you attempt to possess a human body, you shall be executed..."

A shout like thunder exploded, making the entire Tianyin Workshop hum.

Lin Baichuan's battle saber flashed, carrying whistling saber light, and was about to strike the zither-playing woman.

Instantly, the entire Tianyin Workshop erupted.

Screams of terror and shrieks continued.

"Presumptuous!"

At this moment, a roar came from a room on the second floor. A streak of light flew out, a short sword that shot out like a thunderous arrow, slamming into Lin Baichuan's descending battle saber.

Clang!

Immediately, an incredibly powerful force surged over. Lin Baichuan's expression changed drastically. He almost lost his grip on the saber he had swung, which was almost flung away. The immense power directly deflected the saber, causing it to miss the zither-playing woman and instead slash fiercely into the stage beneath her feet.

With a loud bang, the entire stage was more than half split open by Lin Baichuan's saber.

The zither-playing woman's expression changed drastically, and she instinctively fled towards the edge of the stage.

Lin Baichuan felt his blood surge, his expression grave. After glancing at the second floor, he took a step forward, like a tiger descending a mountain. With a tiger's leap, he once again blocked the zither-playing woman's path, raising his battle saber and pointing it at her.

"Kid, if you dare to lay a finger on Miss Miaoyin, I will take your head."

A cold voice echoed from the room on the second floor.

The next moment, a young man stepped out, moving like a phantom as he rushed down from the second floor, positioning himself between Lin Baichuan and the zither-playing woman. He raised a finger, and the short sword that had deflected Lin Baichuan turned into a streak of light, hovering before him.

The sword light was fierce and sharp.

"This is a Spirit Artifact..."

Lin Baichuan's pupils contracted to pinpricks in an instant, his eyes filled with shock as his expression gradually turned solemn.

In this world, weapons were divided into grades. The lowest were ordinary weapons, followed by Mortal Grade Divine Weapons, categorized into upper, middle, and lower ranks. Above Mortal Grade Divine Weapons were Spirit Grade, also known as Spirit Artifacts, divided into four tiers: Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow, with twelve ranks.

Lin Baichuan didn't know the grade of the short sword before him, but even the lowest Yellow Grade, Lower Rank Spirit Artifact, was priceless and not something ordinary people could possess.

This person possessing a Spirit Artifact suggested he was either from a wealthy or noble family.

"Hmph... Kid, you've got some discerning eyes. My Jinghong Sword is a Yellow Grade, Upper Rank Spirit Artifact." The young man said proudly, glancing at Lin Baichuan and speaking coldly, "You have quite the nerve to try and kill Miss Miaoyin. Kneel down immediately and kowtow to apologize to Miss Miaoyin. Perhaps this young master can spare your life..."

"Lu Changkong, what are you being so arrogant about..."

Just then, a scolding voice rang out. It was Yang Zhan.

He had already arrived in the first-floor hall, accompanied by several other new Demon Slayer Guards. They leaped onto the broken stage with Yang Zhan, standing beside Lin Baichuan and facing the young man opposite them.

Yang Zhan continued coldly, "Relying on your family's legacy and getting a Spirit Artifact, you go around showing off. You've disgraced the Lu Family."

"Yang Zhan, so it's you. Do you really think you've turned into a phoenix just by joining the Demon Suppression Division?"

The young man clearly knew Yang Zhan, and they obviously had a bad relationship. He looked at Yang Zhan with cold eyes, disdain evident in his gaze.

"You..."

Yang Zhan was instantly enraged and was about to retort.

At this moment, Lin Baichuan raised his hand, placed it on Yang Zhan's shoulder, then took a step forward, staring directly at the young man Lu Changkong opposite him, and said coldly, "The Demon Suppression Division is on official business, apprehending demons. Those who obstruct us will be treated as rebels and killed without mercy!"

As he spoke, Lin Baichuan's right hand rested on the hilt of his saber, and a cold, malevolent aura surged out, staring at Lu Changkong opposite him like a bloodthirsty tiger.

Instantly, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees, making everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

That imposing aura caused everyone's expression to change, especially Lu Changkong, who bore the brunt of it. He felt immense pressure, as if his blood and qi were about to freeze.

"Ridiculous. You actually call Miss Miaoyin a demon? You must have lost your mind. Miss Miaoyin is the courtesan of Tianyin Workshop. Everyone in Cangwu County City knows this. How dare you slander her..."

Lu Changkong's expression was as dark as water, and he roared in anger.

"Whether it's slander or not, a simple arrest and investigation will tell," Lin Baichuan said coldly. "I'll give you one more chance. The Demon Suppression Division is on official business, apprehending a demon. Anyone not involved, move aside immediately, or you will be considered a rebel, and we will show no mercy!"

Lu Changkong's expression grew even darker, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

But he didn't dare to move.

Because at this moment, Lin Baichuan represented the Demon Suppression Division. He had dared to obstruct Lin Baichuan's attack earlier because Lin Baichuan hadn't revealed his identity, and if it came down to it, he could have claimed ignorance.

But now it was different. Lin Baichuan had directly revealed his identity. If he dared to continue obstructing, it wouldn't be obstructing Lin Baichuan, but the Demon Suppression Division itself, a provocation against them.

In the Great Xia Dynasty, there were very few who dared to provoke the Demon Suppression Division.

At least, he, Lu Changkong, didn't have the guts.

"Esteemed sir, I am just an ordinary zither player. How could I be a demon? You must have made a mistake."

At this moment, Miaoyin, the zither player hiding behind Lu Changkong, suddenly spoke. She appeared so delicate and weak, truly evoking pity. Any man who saw her would feel a pang of sympathy.

Even Yang Zhan, standing beside Lin Baichuan, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Baichuan, are you sure? Miss Miaoyin is a demon? She looks..."

"She's been possessed. I sensed the demonic aura within her. There's absolutely no mistake."

Lin Baichuan waved his hand, interrupting Yang Zhan, and took a step forward. His voice was like ice and frost. "The Demon Suppression Division is on official business, apprehending a demon. Those who dare to obstruct will be considered rebels, and we will show no mercy..."

"Young Master Lu, please save me. This esteemed official from the Demon Suppression Division must have misunderstood and is slandering me as a demon. I am all alone and have no way to defend myself... I have always heard of your uprightness and righteousness, Young Master Lu. Only you can help me now..."

Miaoyin's expression was tragic, tears streaming down her face like a spring. She looked innocent and terrified as she clutched Lu Changkong's sleeve.

Her helpless appearance instantly melted Lu Changkong's heart.