You Took My Words for Farts!

"Wei Qing had passed the assessment mission. His proper official benefits could not be lacking."

"Since we had decided to have him remain in Qingcheng, the Heavenly Realm Division could not fail to show something."

"Gentlemen, what do you think?"

After speaking, Nangong Yu looked toward the others.

"Besides the official Guardian Envoy benefits he should receive, let him choose a Profound Tier martial art from the Library Pavilion. If he could use it to break through to the Sixth Rank within three years, that would be a good thing as well."

Xie Yun answered directly.

The other three voiced no opinions.

Nangong Yu nodded and looked at Zhou Cang. "At tomorrow's morning court, I will report Qingcheng's affairs to His Majesty."

"I presume the new Magistrate will not take up the post so quickly. Let Wei Qing act as a temporary replacement; he only needs to ensure the people of Qingcheng remain safe."

"From this moment onward, Wei Qing shall receive the benefits of an official Guardian Envoy. Let him select one cultivation method from the Library Pavilion and receive one bottle of Qi Gathering Pills. Send everything to Qingcheng together."

"A secret order: the Jizhou Heavenly Realm Division is to dispatch a Sixth Rank Profound Rank Warden to Qingcheng."

A secret order was an unofficial form of command used by the Heavenly Realm Division.

Other than those relaying and carrying out the command, no records would exist.

"This subordinate accepts the order!"

Zhou Cang respectfully received the command.

He was happy for Wei Qing.

Though it was called a secret order, it was actually the assignment of a Sixth Rank realm protector for Wei Qing.

Song Kai, the Inspection Envoy responsible for Wei Qing's assessment, possessed Sixth Rank strength as well.

However, because he had suffered injuries in his early years, he could only wield eighty or ninety percent of his strength.

Furthermore, the report Zhou Kai had sent back mentioned that demon which had suddenly appeared and vanished.

It might very well appear again.

To guard against any unforeseen accidents,

he had been preparing to report the matter.

Yet before he could even speak, Nangong Yu had already made the arrangements!

This showed that Wei Qing had already caught the attention of the Heavenly Realm Division's upper ranks and was being examined as reserve talent.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

During that time, Wei Qing made a simple tour around Qingcheng.

News of Fang Xiang colluding with demons, Fang Manor being sealed, and Fang Youting being thrown into prison spread without wings.

After all, quite a few citizens had witnessed what happened at Fang Manor yesterday.

It was already too late to block the news.

By now, not a single person in the city was unaware.

For a time,

Fang Manor became a rat crossing the street, cursed by ten thousand people.

The families of the victims had especially not spared Fang Manor, tossing dead rats, manure, and other things inside.

They used this to vent the fury in their hearts.

Forced to face a group of foul-smelling yamen runners every day,

Zhu Huan had no choice but to step forward and warn those families. Only then did this retaliatory campaign gradually subside.

Outside Fang Manor.

"My lord."

"Greetings, Lord Wei."

When Zhu Huan and the yamen runners on guard saw Wei Qing arrive, they all bowed in salute.

"Mhm." Wei Qing gave a slight nod. "Has anything happened these past few days?"

"Some of Fang Manor's servants tried to escape, but we drove them back in."

"Before the Imperial Court's verdict comes down, we do not dare use lethal force. As a result, more and more servants have been charging at the yamen runners, and we are somewhat short-handed."

The moment he finished speaking, Fang Manor's tightly shut gates suddenly swung open.

More than twenty servants wielding wooden clubs charged out.

The yamen runners on duty immediately drew their sabers on instinct and shouted sternly:

"All of you, get back inside! Before the Imperial Court's decree arrives, no one may leave Fang Manor."

"Otherwise, do not blame the blades in our hands for failing to recognize people..."

"We are not members of the Fang Family. Why are we forbidden from leaving?"

"Exactly! Why should we be buried alongside that demon Fang Xiang? We never colluded with demons."

Seeing the yamen runners block them with drawn sabers, the more than twenty servants showed not the slightest fear.

During their first attempt, there had been too few of them, and they had been frightened back.

The second time, they discovered that the yamen runners were all bark and no bite, not daring to truly kill anyone. Yet because their numbers were insufficient, they were forcibly driven back by the yamen runners.

This time, they had gathered every servant in the manor, ready to make one more desperate attempt.

No one was a fool. If they waited until the Imperial Court's decree arrived, it would be too late to try and escape.

Zhu Huan looked at the two martial artist guards causing the greatest stir and coldly berated them, "Shut the hell up, all of you. Before the Imperial Court's decree arrives, stay put and behave yourselves."

The Head of Guards spoke up. "Lord Zhu, let us not pretend to be confused when we know perfectly well. We all know what fate awaits those who collude with demons, do we not?"

"Right."

The other servants responded in unison.

"Our relationship with the Fang Family is merely employment. You can put the Fang Family on trial; we have no objections. But today, we are leaving no matter what."

"That's right."

Seeing this, Wei Qing stepped forward. His icy gaze swept over the many servants before finally settling on the Head of Guards. "I made myself very clear yesterday. Before the Imperial Court's decree arrives, no one may leave the manor."

"Looks like you took my words for farts!"

"M-"

Before the Head of Guards could finish speaking, a cold flash swept past. His head flew into the air, and blood gushed out in torrents. Everyone was stunned rigid by Wei Qing's ruthlessness.

Ding! Killed a Ninth Rank Intermediate Warrior

Mental Power +10, Strength +11, Constitution +13, Breath Concealing Pill x1

"M-Murder..."

No one knew who shouted it. Once the servants came back to their senses and looked at Wei Qing again, they trembled uncontrollably as though they had seen a demon.

"I'll count to three..."

"Anyone still standing here dies!"

Wei Qing's voice, like something from the depths of hell, exploded beside the servants' ears.

If they waited for the Imperial Court's decree, they might not die.

But if they lingered even a moment longer, they would die immediately!

The many servants no longer dared say another word. They fled back into Fang Manor as if for their lives, terrified that they would become another ghost beneath Wei Qing's blade the next second.

Wei Qing sheathed his saber and looked at Zhu Huan. "This is the first time. I do not wish for there to be a next time."

"Yes."

Cold sweat slid down Zhu Huan's cheeks from his forehead.

He understood the meaning hidden in Wei Qing's words. This was Wei Qing's warning to him.

As a servant, if he could not resolutely carry out his master's orders, what use was he?

This was his first mistake.

And it would also be his last mistake!

Wei Qing raised his eyes toward the other yamen runners. "I gave the order. I killed the man. If anything happens, I will take responsibility!"

"From now on, before the Imperial Court's decree arrives, kill anything that comes out of Fang Manor—even if it is a dog!"

"Yes!"

The surrounding yamen runners answered at the top of their lungs.

At this moment, they truly admired this Lord Wei sent down by the Heavenly Realm Division.

Powerful, and ruthless in his actions!

This was the Heavenly Realm Division!

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from behind him.

Wei Qing turned around. A'Fu ran up to him. "My lord, our innkeeper says there is news regarding the matter you entrusted to him. He asks that you come to the Inn for a discussion."

"Let's go."

"Yes."