Bold Demon

"Ergh..."

Wei Qingyuan, who had been fleeing, suddenly went rigid, a beastlike sound issuing from his mouth.

"The demon has entered Wei Qingyuan's body!"

Someone cried out.

"Quick! Kill Wei Qingyuan before the evil spirit transfers again! It'll only grow stronger and stronger."

Song Jinsong roared, "All uninvolved people, leave at once! All constables who have mastered the Blood Fiend Saber Technique, stay behind and use the Blood Fiend Saber Technique to deal with the evil spirit."

At the same time, three or four red-glowing blades were already slashing at Wei Qingyuan. They were all wielded with at least Mastery-level Blood Fiend Saber Technique, capable of stirring blood qi to execute evil creatures.

"What are you doing? I am the East District Registrar! If you kill me, do you want your entire families confiscated?"

Flames seemed to shoot from Wei Qingyuan's eyes as he hastily dodged the descending blades.

Though he was a civil official, he also practiced martial arts. However, like Luo Wen, his martial cultivation was not high—only at the fourth level of True Qi.

"Forgive us, Registrar Wei. You've been possessed by an evil spirit. Even if you were the city lord now, we'd still have no choice but to take you down!"

"Don't listen to him. Evil spirits are the most cunning. The real Registrar Wei is already dead—the one speaking to us now is the evil spirit."

In an instant, several more constables swung their blades at Wei Qingyuan.

"I haven't been controlled by an evil spirit!"

Wei Qingyuan's face turned green. These constables no longer cared about his status as registrar; they practically wished they could cut him down with a single stroke and claim the merit.

Although the evil spirit had entered his body, his consciousness and thoughts were genuinely still his own.

"He's the evil spirit! Kill him! Whoever kills it, this young master will reward with a hundred taels of silver!" Pan Yun shouted.

Wei Qingyuan's face was full of despair. He truly had not been controlled, nor did he feel any discomfort in his body. "Damn it! Wei Fan, you beast, you must have done this on purpose! Even in death, I won't let you off!"

Having dodged another incoming blade, Wei Qingyuan turned and saw Wei Fan's icy face.

The next moment, a flash of blade light swept past. Wei Qingyuan's head fell from his shoulders, blood spraying everywhere.

"Shriek..."

A piercing scream rang out from his body again. The phantom reappeared, staring venomously at Wei Fan.

"One more!"

Purple true qi flashed across Wei Fan's blade once more. He smacked the evil spirit's phantom with his saber, sending it streaking into Pan Yun's body as a stream of light.

His movement was exceedingly subtle, as though the evil spirit had fled only because it feared his blade. But any expert would have seen that he had not cut at it—he had shaken it out.

"Ergh..."

Pan Yun's body also stiffened, terror filling his face. Once an evil spirit possessed him, he was essentially on a road to death.

"Get out of my body!"

He searched his body in panic, trying to find the evil spirit and pull it out—but how could he possibly find it?

"You can't kill me! I'm the Second Young Master! I haven't been controlled by an evil spirit!"

Especially when he saw a group of murderous constables closing in, his fear intensified. The scene of Wei Qingyuan being hacked to death was still vivid before his eyes.

"You did this on purpose, you bastard!"

He pointed at Wei Fan and cursed furiously. At last, he understood why Wei Qingyuan had been the first target of the evil spirit—it had all been Wei Fan's doing.

Otherwise, with so many people around, why had the evil spirit chosen him and Wei Qingyuan, the two men who held grudges against Wei Fan?

"Bold demon! You killed the Second Young Master and still dare impersonate him? Take your life!"

Wei Fan bellowed. Saber intent surged through his body, and the blade in his hand buzzed violently as though it were about to shatter.

Now that Wei Qingyuan was dead and Pan Yun had also been possessed by the evil spirit, it was time to destroy it.

His figure flashed. Blade light surged forth like a strip of silk, carrying saber intent as it cleaved Pan Yun in two on the spot.

The phantom floated out of Pan Yun's body again, but it too had been split in half and could not merge back together no matter what.

"Die!"

With a low shout from Wei Fan, saber intent erupted again and tore through it. Countless fine blade glints emerged, immediately shredding the evil spirit into pieces. It turned into a plume of green smoke and vanished.

Killed an evil spirit. Obtained 100 years of cultivation.

Current cultivation: 207

It was over!

The fleeing crowd gradually quieted down, no longer panicking.

"Saber intent!"

Song Jinsong spat out those two words, his face filled with shock. Ordinary people could not tell what method Wei Fan had used to shred the evil spirit, but as Cloud City's chief constable, Song Jinsong had seen enough. He had met masters who had comprehended saber intent.

He himself had even pursued the realm of saber intent. Yet after half a lifetime, saber intent remained something visible but unreachable to him.

"Good thing I didn't offend him just now. I handled everything impartially!"

After the shock came lingering fear.

As the strongest expert present aside from Wei Fan, he naturally saw that Wei Qingyuan and Pan Yun had both been deliberately killed by Wei Fan, who had used the evil creature to eliminate those at odds with him.

"Clean up the bodies. Send someone to notify Clerk Wei's family!"

Song Jinsong shouted. Though he had noticed Wei Fan's little trick, he did not expose it.

Wei Fan was gifted and ruthless. Once he made an enemy, he would find an opportunity to kill them. Song Jinsong had no desire to become the next Wei Qingyuan. Matters like this were best left to rot in one's belly.

Besides, offending Wei Fan brought him no benefit whatsoever.

Before long, crying rang out here once more. The group of women who had just finished mourning the city lord began crying over Pan Yun instead, wailing to heaven and beating the earth in utter grief.

Wei Fan could not bear to watch such a human tragedy. He immediately walked over and cupped his fists to Song Jinsong. "Chief Constable Song, I'll leave the rest to you. We'll return to the eastern district first.

Alas... I never expected things to end up like this. That demon truly deserves death. Killing the city lord wasn't enough—it even killed Clerk Wei and the second young master."

Seeing Wei Fan's face full of grief and self-reproach, Song Jinsong gave an awkward laugh. "Constable Wei, don't worry. I'll handle what comes next. It's all that damned demon's fault. Don't be too upset. You've already avenged them. If they know in the underworld, they will surely thank you."

Wei Fan left with Hu Qing.

"Constable Wei really is a good man!"

"Yeah. If he hadn't killed the demon in time, who knows how many of us brothers might have died!"

"When we get the chance, we should go thank him."

"I heard he was suppressed by petty people. Otherwise, his merits would already have been enough for him to become a chief constable."

Watching Wei Fan and Hu Qing's departing backs, the inner-city yamen runners could not help sighing in admiration.

Song Jinsong's eyelids twitched wildly. "Stop talking. Hurry and spread the news that the demon has been executed. Stabilizing people's hearts is what matters most."

Before long, news that the demon which had killed the city lord had been slain spread throughout Cloud City.

Eastern District Yamen!

"Surely you deliberately got Wei Qingyuan killed, didn't you?"

When Luo Wen heard that Wei Qingyuan had died as well, he was almost certain that Wei Fan had done it. Though he had not been at the scene, he could already picture Wei Fan deliberately luring the demon onto Wei Qingyuan.

"Enough nonsense. Have you gathered the information on Black Wind Stronghold that I asked for?" With Wei Qingyuan dead, Wei Fan had no interest in discussing a dead man.

Luo Wen revealed a surprised expression. "Wei Qingyuan is already dead, and you still want to continue attacking Black Wind Stronghold?"

He had thought Wei Fan would give up. After all, Wei Qingyuan had deliberately made things difficult for them at first. Now that Wei Qingyuan was dead, Wei Fan could completely ignore the matter of Black Wind Stronghold.

Wei Fan nodded. Luo Wen quickly fetched a stack of documents and handed them to him.

Returning to his seat, Wei Fan began reading the information on Black Wind Stronghold.