One-armed Flying Swordsman!

Stay your blade!

Steward Fang's heart leaped into his throat.

The blade stopped, its razor-sharp edge severing several strands of Miss Fang's hair.

"Hero Zhang..."

Steward Fang looked at Ji Qing, trembling with fear.

He was truly afraid that "Zhang Yun" would cleave his daughter in two with a single strike.

"Looks like you really aren't afraid I'll kill Miss Fang. That means this body is dispensable to you."

Ji Qing said calmly.

He had merely been testing the demon just now.

He had never intended to kill Miss Fang.

After all, his goal was to save Miss Fang first, and only then slay the demon.

"Hero Zhang, is there really no way?"

"Sigh, I actually knew it already. We've sought out so many great heroes and extraordinary people of the Jianghu, yet all of them were helpless when it came to my daughter..."

Steward Fang's face was filled with grief.

In truth, he had not held much hope either.

"Of course there is a way!"

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Qing still took a porcelain bottle from his robes.

This was a bottle of Demon Slayer blood left behind by the Chen siblings.

To demons, Demon Slayer blood was, to some extent, specifically meant to restrain them.

Ji Qing had not used it before only because Demon Slayer blood was far too precious.

Every drop used was one drop less.

But now, the demon inside Miss Fang refused to come out and even believed Ji Qing could do nothing to it. Ji Qing would not stand on ceremony any longer.

Ji Qing removed the stopper. In an instant, he appeared before Miss Fang, pinched her chin, poured out a drop of Demon Slayer blood, and let it fall into her mouth.

"Hero Zhang, what did you give my daughter to eat?"

Steward Fang asked.

"Of course, a miraculous elixir for driving out demons! All of you, step back a little. The demon should be coming out soon..."

As Ji Qing's words fell, waves of shrill screams came from within Miss Fang's body.

"Ah... Demon Slayer blood..."

"Damn it, how do you have Demon Slayer blood?"

"I can't take it anymore..."

The voice coming from Miss Fang's mouth was incomparably strange.

The next moment, a gust of sinister wind swept through.

A smoke-like demon suddenly shot out from the top of Miss Fang's head.

It vaguely resembled a monkey.

The smoke-like demon moved with incredible speed, rushing toward the door as it tried to fly away.

Clang.

Ji Qing drew his blade.

The smoke-like demon was indeed swift, but it was still a little slower than Ji Qing's blade.

Ji Qing's blade light instantly sliced through the smoke-like demon.

Yet the demon only paused slightly before reforming into smoke.

That strike had not harmed the demon!

Ji Qing immediately understood that the demon before him seemed to be like the Blood Demon—ordinary attacks were useless against it.

Ji Qing immediately poured out three drops of Demon Slayer blood and smeared them directly across the blade.

Using three drops of Demon Slayer blood at once made Ji Qing's heart ache.

But there was no other way.

He could not let the demon slip away.

Boom.

Ji Qing gripped his blade and unleashed his blade intent, stunning the demon into place.

Then he struck again.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

This time, Ji Qing swung five times.

The smoke-like demon let out shrill, miserable screams.

With each strike, the smoke-like demon shrank by a full circle.

After five strikes, the smoke-like demon became like true wisps of smoke, completely dispersing and vanishing without a trace.

Kill Mountain Imp Soul, obtain 10 Origin Points.

At the same time, the Demon Record in Ji Qing's mind opened to a new page.

Mountain Imp Soul: Formed from the lingering thoughts within a mountain imp's corpse after death. Skilled at bewitchment, possession, and consuming vital essence.

Ji Qing fell into thought.

He had gained only 10 Origin Points, the same as when he had slain the Rat Demon.

This meant the Mountain Imp Soul was only comparable to a Lesser Demon, not some formidable demon.

However, from the Demon Record's description of the Mountain Imp Soul, Ji Qing gained a few clues.

A Mountain Imp Soul was formed from lingering thoughts within a mountain imp's corpse. That meant there must be a mountain imp corpse where a Mountain Imp Soul was born.

And a mountain imp was no ordinary demon.

Miss Fang had once gone into the mountains. There was most likely a mountain imp corpse nearby, which was why she had been possessed by the Mountain Imp Soul.

The Mountain Imp Soul did not possess many methods, but it was a spirit-type demon.

Without Demon Slayer blood, no number of ordinary Jianghu martial artists would be of any use.

However, blade intent seemed capable of intimidating such spirit-type demons.

But Ji Qing's current blade intent definitely could not kill spirit-type demons directly. It still needed to become stronger.

"Master Fang, the demon has been eliminated. Your daughter should be fine now."

Ji Qing scraped some more Demon Slayer blood from the blade.

Unfortunately, most of it had dripped onto the ground.

It was already good enough that he could scrape off a single drop.

This time, he had lost three drops of Demon Slayer blood in total, but he had gained a second-rate martial art and 10 Origin Points. It was worth it!

Miss Fang had already awakened.

She knew nothing about what had happened after the Mountain Imp Soul possessed her.

Her body was not seriously harmed. After resting for a while, she would recover.

Steward Fang was immensely grateful and immediately had someone bring over banknotes.

"Many thanks to Hero Zhang for driving out the demon and saving my daughter. This is your reward. Please accept it, Hero Zhang."

Ji Qing glanced at the banknotes.

"What about the Listening Wind Tower's share..."

"The Listening Wind Tower's portion is separate. This is specifically to thank Hero Zhang."

Ji Qing nodded. He did not stand on ceremony and accepted the banknotes.

"Steward Fang, farewell."

Ji Qing turned and left the Fang residence.

The moment he stepped out of the Fang residence, he found the street outside completely deserted.

There were only a scant few people.

Three of them were clearly the people from the Listening Wind Tower of the same city who had been at the Fang residence earlier.

Standing before those three was a slender woman wearing a veil.

Behind her stood a one-armed swordsman in fitted black clothing. His right eye was covered with an eyepatch, his right sleeve was empty as well, yet a longsword was strapped to his back.

"Shopkeeper Xia of the Copper City Listening Wind Tower!"

Ji Qing's heart stirred, and he immediately guessed the other party's identity.

"Shopkeeper Yu certainly has some skill, to recruit a master like Hero Ji. But isn't Shopkeeper Yu reaching across the boundary this time? This is Copper City, not Anyang City!"

There was a faint chill in Shopkeeper Xia's tone.

Clearly, Shopkeeper Xia was extremely dissatisfied with Ji Qing's arrival, especially with the Anyang City Listening Wind Tower meddling in Copper City's affairs!

"I do not understand the disputes within the Listening Wind Tower. If Shopkeeper Xia has any questions, you may seek out Shopkeeper Yu."

Ji Qing lifted his foot and started to leave.

"Shopkeeper Yu truly has courage. She paid a great price to remove all of the Listening Wind Tower's information regarding Hero Ji. But if she can remove Hero Ji's information, then I can restore it!"

Ji Qing stopped walking.

Swish.

Ji Qing's gaze passed over Shopkeeper Xia and landed on the one-armed swordsman behind her.

At that moment, the one-armed swordsman had slowly gripped the longsword on his back.

"The One-armed Flying Swordsman, skilled with the left-handed sword. It is said that everyone who has seen him draw his sword has died!"

Ji Qing paused, then gripped the hilt of his blade with his right hand.

Boom.

A terrifying blade intent erupted with a thunderous roar.

In everyone's eyes, Ji Qing seemed to transform into a blade, every inch of him bristling with sharpness!

"If Ji draws his blade, not even the Flying Swordsman can save you! Does Shopkeeper Xia wish to try?"

As his words fell, the surroundings fell silent!

The two sides stood several yards apart, yet even the air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere was taut to the very limit!