The One-armed Flying Swordsman!

"Hold your blade!"

Old Master Fang's heart leaped into his throat.

The blade stopped, its sharp edge slicing through a few strands of Miss Fang's hair.

"Great Hero Zhang..."

Old Master Fang looked at Ji Qing, trembling.

He was truly worried that "Zhang Yun" would cleave his daughter in two.

"It seems you truly aren't afraid of me killing Miss Fang, which means this physical body is of no consequence to you."

Ji Qing said calmly.

In truth, he had only been probing the demon just now.

He had no intention of killing Miss Fang.

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

"Great Hero Zhang, is there no other way?"

"Alas, I know that even after seeking so many great heroes and extraordinary individuals from the martial world, none could help my little girl..."

Old Master Fang's face was filled with sorrow.

He didn't hold much hope anymore.

"There is naturally a way!"

After a moment of hesitation, Ji Qing took out a porcelain bottle from his robes.

This was a bottle of Demon Slayer's blood left behind by Chen Luo and his sister.

To demons, Demon Slayer's blood, to a certain extent, specifically countered them.

Ji Qing hadn't used it before because Demon Slayer's blood was too precious.

Every drop used was a drop gone forever.

But now, the demon within Miss Fang refused to come out, and it seemed to think Ji Qing was helpless against it, so Ji Qing decided not to hold back.

Ji Qing uncorked the bottle, instantly appeared before Miss Fang, then grasped her chin, and dripped a drop of Demon Slayer's blood into her mouth.

"Great Hero Zhang, what are you giving my daughter?"

Old Master Fang asked.

"Of course, it's a miraculous elixir for slaying demons! You should all step back a little, the demon should be coming out soon..."

As Ji Qing finished speaking, piercing screams erupted from within Miss Fang.

"Ah... Demon Slayer's blood..."

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

"I can't stand it..."

The voice that came from Miss Fang's mouth was incredibly strange.

The next moment, a gust of eerie wind blew.

From the top of Miss Fang's head, a cloud of smoke-like demon suddenly shot out.

It vaguely resembled a monkey.

The smoke-like demon was incredibly fast, and it tried to fly out the door.

"Clang."

Ji Qing drew his blade.

The smoke-like demon was indeed fast, but it was still no match for Ji Qing's blade speed.

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

However, the demon merely paused slightly before reforming into its smoke-like state.

That strike just now couldn't harm the demon!

Ji Qing immediately understood that the demon before him, much like the Blood Demon, was immune to ordinary attacks.

Ji Qing promptly poured out three more drops of Demon Slayer's blood and smeared them directly onto his blade.

Having used three drops of Demon Slayer's blood at once, Ji Qing felt a pang of regret.

But there was no other choice.

He couldn't let the demon escape.

"Boom."

Ji Qing gripped his blade, unleashed his Blade Momentum, and intimidated the demon.

Then, he struck again.

"Swish swish swish swish swish."

This time, Ji Qing swung his blade five times.

The smoke-like demon let out a piercing shriek.

With one strike, the smoke-like demon shrunk by a noticeable amount.

After five strikes, the smoke-like demon, like wisps of smoke, completely dissipated and vanished without a trace.

"Killed Mountain Imp Soul, gained 10 Origin Points."

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

"Mountain Imp Soul: Formed from the lingering resentment within a mountain imp's corpse after its death. Skilled in deception, possession, and draining vital energy."

Ji Qing pondered.

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

This indicated that the Mountain Imp Soul was comparable to a minor demon, not a particularly powerful one.

However, Ji Qing gleaned some clues from the Demon Record's description of the Mountain Imp Soul.

Since the Mountain Imp Soul was formed from the lingering resentment within a mountain imp's corpse, it meant that the mountain imp's corpse must be located where the Mountain Imp Soul originated.

And mountain imps were no ordinary demons.

Miss Fang had gone into the mountains, so it was likely that a mountain imp's corpse was nearby, which was why she was possessed by the Mountain Imp Soul.

This Mountain Imp Soul didn't have many abilities, but it was a spiritual demon.

Without the blood of a Demon Slayer, no amount of ordinary martial artists would be effective.

However, Blade Momentum seemed to be able to deter these spiritual demons.

But Ji Qing's current Blade Momentum was definitely not enough to directly kill a spiritual demon; it needed to be stronger.

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

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

Unfortunately, most of it had dripped onto the ground.

It was good enough to scrape off even a drop.

This time, three drops of Demon Slayer blood were lost, but gaining a second-rate martial art and 10 Origin Points made it worthwhile!

Miss Fang had woken up.

However, she had no memory of being possessed by the Mountain Imp Soul.

Her body was not seriously injured and would recover with some rest.

Steward Fang was very grateful and immediately sent someone to bring him bank notes.

"I am extremely grateful to Great Hero Zhang for eliminating the demon and saving my daughter. This is my token of gratitude. Please accept it, Great Hero Zhang."

Ji Qing glanced at the bank notes.

"What about Listening Wind Tower..."

"Listening Wind Tower's share is separate. This is specifically to thank Great Hero Zhang."

Ji Qing nodded and didn't stand on ceremony, accepting the bank notes.

"Steward Fang, I bid you farewell."

Ji Qing turned and left the Fang residence.

As soon as he left the Fang residence, he found the street outside to be eerily empty.

Only a handful of people were present.

Among them were three people from Listening Wind Tower who had been at the Fang residence earlier.

Standing in front of these three was a slender woman wearing a veil.

Behind the woman stood a swordsman in black, close-fitting attire, with an eyepatch over his right eye and a similarly empty sleeve on his right arm. However, he carried a long sword on his back, a one-armed swordsman.

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

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

"Shopkeeper Yu has quite the capability, to be able to recruit a master like Great Hero Ji. However, isn't Shopkeeper Yu overstepping his bounds this time? This is Copper City, not Anyang City!"

Shopkeeper Xia's tone carried a hint of coldness.

Clearly, Shopkeeper Xia was displeased with Ji Qing's presence, especially with Listening Wind Tower from Anyang City interfering in Copper City!

"I don't understand internal disputes within Listening Wind Tower. If Shopkeeper Xia has questions, you can go find Shopkeeper Yu."

Ji Qing continued walking.

"Shopkeeper Yu has great courage, paying a hefty price to remove all information about Great Hero Ji from Listening Wind Tower. However, if she can remove the information, then I can restore it!"

Ji Qing stopped in his tracks.

"Swish."

Ji Qing's gaze swept past Shopkeeper Xia, landing on the one-armed swordsman behind her.

At this moment, the One-armed Flying Swordsman slowly gripped the long sword behind his back.

"The One-armed Flying Swordsman, skilled with his left hand, it's said that everyone who has seen him draw his sword has died!"

Ji Qing paused, then gripped his saber's hilt with his right hand.

"Boom."

A terrifying Blade Momentum erupted.

In everyone's eyes, Ji Qing seemed to transform into a saber radiating with sharp intent!

"If I draw my saber, even the Flying Swordsman won't be able to save you! Shopkeeper Xia, would you like to try?"

As the words fell, the surroundings fell silent!

The two sides were separated by several dozen feet, the air itself seeming to solidify, the atmosphere tenser than it had ever been!