I Thank You, My Ass!

"No wonder!"

As they spoke.

A chair flew over Jun Wushang toward the two of them.

Wei Qing and Zhang Zhidong both took a step back, avoiding the area where the two were fighting.

"Lady Zhang, you can really bear to let Miss Xue'er suffer."

"My daughter likes it. I can't stop her."

As they spoke, Jun Wushang was distracted for a moment, and a fist landed squarely in his eye.

"Ow..."

Jun Wushang covered his eye and staggered back three steps.

"Ah, how miserable."

"Serves him right. That brat dared to come here and break off the engagement. Good thing only my daughter knew... if my wife found out, hmph."

"I'd break that brat's third leg if it didn't snap on its own."

Hearing that, Wei Qing suddenly understood where Zhang Xue had inherited her "martial prowess genes" from.

He silently offered a prayer for his brother.

In that brief span of time.

Jun Wushang had successfully evolved into Jun "Pighead."

"N-no more fighting... I won't break off the engagement anymore."

Backed into a corner, Jun Wushang simply raised both hands and surrendered.

"Hmph, you think you can stop fighting just because you say so? Think you can decide not to break off the engagement just because you say so? Do you think this Old Lady cares about you?" Zhang Xue planted her hands on her hips and looked at Jun Wushang with a proud expression. "Now, I'm the one breaking off the engagement."

"Uh..." Jun Wushang froze for a moment, then gently nodded. "No problem. I truly am not worthy of you, Miss."

"That's enough, Xue'er. We'll discuss this later."

As the head of the Qingcheng Night Owl Guard, Zhang Zhidong had some discernment.

As a formal Guardian Envoy who had slain demons and fiends, once he truly fought.

Every move he made was a killing move.

It was not something a "Pure Warrior" like his daughter, who had never killed before, could contend against.

Even if Zhang Xue was one minor realm above Jun Wushang.

"Father."

Zhang Xue pouted, glaring at Zhang Zhidong with utter dissatisfaction.

"Would your mother agree?"

Seeing that his words were ineffective, he immediately brought out his trump card.

Sure enough, the moment he used this move, the results were immediate.

Zhang Xue's entire body trembled.

Thinking of what her mother looked like when angry, she could not help but shudder.

Then, she obediently shut her mouth.

Zhang Zhidong smiled awkwardly. "Please forgive the embarrassment, my lord."

"It is no matter. Miss Zhang is a person of true temperament." Wei Qing gave a slight nod and looked at Zhang Xue. "As for breaking off the engagement, my brother was indeed in the wrong. Has Miss vented her anger?"

"If not, you may beat him up again. I guarantee he will not fight back."

"Qingzi..."

"Shut up first."

Wei Qing completely ignored Jun Wushang's objections and looked at Zhang Xue again.

In his view, Zhang Xue.

Was absolutely an excellent match.

If Jun Wushang missed her, who knew whether he would have to wait until the year of the monkey and month of the horse to meet another girl like her.

"Hmph." Zhang Xue snorted coldly and lightly glanced at Jun Wushang. "I never fight a defeated opponent twice!"

With that, she turned around, the black hair tied behind her head swaying gently with her movements.

Then Zhang Xue left the private room without looking back.

"Defeated... opponent..."

Jun Wushang's mouth twitched violently several times before he could only let out a helpless sigh.

Who told him he was in the wrong?

"Later, go home with Brother Zhang and properly apologize to Miss Zhang. Otherwise, don't blame me for telling Aunt Liu after I return to the capital."

Wei Qing walked over to Jun Wushang's side and spoke softly.

Jun Wushang's eyes flew wide open as he stared at Wei Qing in disbelief, as if meeting him for the first time.

Seeing that Wei Qing would not yield in the slightest, he deflated like a punctured ball. "Don't... I'll go... I'll go right away."

Wei Qing chuckled and patted Jun Wushang's shoulder. "You'll thank me later."

"I thank you, my ass."

After saying that, he stormed angrily toward the door.

Seeing this, Wei Qing asked, "Do you know where the Zhang Family is?"

"Uh..."

Hearing that, Jun Wushang's left foot, already stepping out of the room, froze in midair. He turned an awkward look toward Zhang Zhidong, his future father-in-law.

"Come with me."

Zhang Zhidong spoke with an unhappy expression.

Like a defeated rooster, Jun Wushang lowered his head and followed Zhang Zhidong out of the Inn.

Qingcheng County Office.

After Jun Wushang left, Wei Qing took the Appointment Letter and headed straight for the county office.

"My lord."

Upon seeing Wei Qing arrive, Zhu Huan hurried forward and bowed.

"Call the County Magistrate here."

"Yes."

A moment later.

The County Magistrate hurried over. "Greetings, Lord Wei."

"Take a look at this."

The County Magistrate accepted the Appointment Letter with both hands and carefully read through its contents.

Afterward.

He respectfully returned the Appointment Letter to Wei Qing, cupped his hands, and bowed. "Congratulations, Lord Wei, on becoming Qingcheng's Acting Magistrate."

The Heavenly Realm Division had no authority over the administration of local offices, but the Magistrate was the person in charge of a local county office.

Combined with Wei Qing's ruthless methods of killing without batting an eye.

This County Magistrate did not dare show the slightest disrespect before Wei Qing.

"Enough. I will not interfere with the county office's affairs. Continue doing what you should do. During my time as acting magistrate, I am only responsible for Qingcheng's stability and the people's safety."

"If there is anything you cannot resolve, come find me."

"Yes."

Hearing this, the County Magistrate secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, if he had to work before a living King Yama every day, he truly feared that one day he might make a mistake.

And get cut down with a single slash.

"This is the Imperial Court's Verdict on the Fang Family. Take a look."

Wei Qing placed the Verdict on the desk and pushed it toward the County Magistrate.

The County Magistrate stepped forward, picked up the Verdict, and began reading it carefully.

Gradually.

His expression grew increasingly grave.

Once he had finished reading everything, the County Magistrate respectfully placed the Verdict back in its original spot. "My lord, what should we do next?"

"What else can we do? The Imperial Court's decree is perfectly clear: collusion with demons and fiends, extermination of nine kinship branches. Do you mean to defy the decree?" Wei Qing lifted his eyes and swept a cold glance over the County Magistrate.

"This subordinate would never dare."

The County Magistrate dropped to his knees with a thud, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Wei Qing said frankly, "I know Fang Youting is your friend, and that you have served together for many years."

"There is nothing I can do about Lord Fang's matter either."

"Since the Imperial Court has issued its decree, we act according to its decree."

"This subordinate obeys."

Seeing that the die had been cast, the County Magistrate could only sigh helplessly.

"As for the Fang Family Nine Kinship Branches outside Qingcheng, I presume the Imperial Court has already made arrangements."

"Pass the order: immediately arrest every member of the Fang Family in Qingcheng, servants included, and throw them all into prison!"

"Yes."

The County Magistrate nodded, then said somewhat awkwardly, "There are quite a few members of the Fang Family, especially martial artists among them. They certainly will not willingly submit to death."

"Although the county office constables have some martial foundations as well, this subordinate fears they..."

The County Magistrate looked extremely embarrassed. A dignified county office could not even suppress a single Fang Family.

There was no helping it. Over the years.

There were no fewer than ten martial artists he knew of who had become Fang Family guards out of gratitude for Fang Youting saving their lives.

Meanwhile, the county office had only eight martial artists, Zhu Huan included. The other thirty-odd constables could handle ordinary people well enough.

Against martial artists, they would certainly be defeated.

Wei Qing smiled faintly. "What do you mean?"