I Thank Your Yo-Yo!

"No wonder!"

As he spoke, a chair flew past Jun Wushang, hurtling toward the two of them.

Wei Qing and Zhang Zhidong both took a step back, dodging the pair's combat zone.

"Lady Zhang, you're willing to let Miss Xue'er suffer."

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

As the two spoke, Jun Wushang's focus wavered, and a fist slammed directly into his eye.

"Ow..."

Jun Wushang covered his eye and stumbled back three steps.

"Ah, how tragic."

"Serves him right, this brat daring to come call off the engagement. Good thing only my daughter knows... If my wife found out, hmph."

"I'd break the kid's third leg."

Hearing this, Wei Qing suddenly understood where Zhang Xue's "martial genes" came from.

He silently prayed for his brother.

In that brief moment, Jun Wushang had successfully evolved into Jun "Pigface."

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

Cornered against the wall, Jun Wushang simply raised both hands and surrendered outright.

"Hmph, you think you can just say stop and it stops, call off the engagement and it's off? Think Old Lady cares about you?" Zhang Xue planted her hands on her hips, looking at Jun Wushang with full arrogance. "Now it's Old Lady who's calling off the engagement."

"Uh..." Jun Wushang froze for a moment, then nodded lightly: "No problem. I really don't deserve you, miss."

"Alright, Xue'er, we'll talk about this later."

As the head of Qingcheng's Night Owl Guard, Zhang Zhidong had the vision for it.

As a formal Guardian Envoy who had slain demons, when he truly fought, every move was a killing blow.

That was nothing his daughter, a "Pure Warrior" who had never taken a life, could match.

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

"Dad."

Zhang Xue pouted, glaring at Zhang Zhidong with displeasure.

"Will your mother agree?"

Seeing his words had no effect, he immediately pulled out his trump card.

Sure enough, the effect was instant.

Zhang Xue trembled all over at the words.

Thinking of her mother's angry expression, she couldn't help but shiver.

Then, she obediently shut her mouth.

Zhang Zhidong gave an awkward smile: "My apologies, Your Excellency, for the embarrassment."

"No matter. Miss Zhang is a woman of true temperament." Wei Qing nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to Zhang Xue. "Calling off the engagement was indeed my brother's fault. May I ask if you've vented your anger?"

"If not, you can beat him again. I guarantee he won't fight back."

"Qingzi..."

"Shut up first."

Wei Qing completely ignored Jun Wushang's objection, his eyes fixed on Zhang Xue.

In his view, this girl Zhang Xue

was absolutely a good match.

If Jun Wushang missed her, finding a similar girl again might take who knows how long.

"Hmph." Zhang Xue snorted coldly, casting a brief glance at Jun Wushang. "I never fight a defeated foe twice."

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

Then, Zhang Xue left the Private Room without looking back.

"Defeated... foe..."

Jun Wushang's mouth twitched violently a few times, and in the end, he could only let out a helpless sigh.

Who could blame him for being in the wrong?

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

Wei Qing walked over to Jun Wushang's side and spoke in a low voice.

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

Seeing that Wei Qing showed no sign of backing down, he deflated like a punctured ball: "Fine... I'll go... I'll go right now."

Wei Qing chuckled and patted Jun Wushang on the shoulder: "One day, you'll thank me for this."

"I'll thank you with a spinning top."

With that, he stormed off toward the door.

Wei Qing saw this and asked, "Do you know the Zhang Family?"

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Jun Wushang's left foot froze mid-step as he was about to leave the room, his face awkward as he looked at Zhang Zhidong, his prospective father-in-law.

"Come with me."

Zhang Zhidong spoke with a displeased expression.

Jun Wushang, like a defeated rooster, hung 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.

"Lord."

Zhu Huan saw Wei Qing arrive and hurried forward to bow.

"Summon the County Magistrate."

"Yes."

A moment later.

The County Magistrate rushed over: "Greetings, Lord Wei."

"Take a look at this."

The County Magistrate received the Appointment Letter with both hands, carefully read through its contents.

He respectfully returned the Appointment Letter to Wei Qing, clasped his hands and bowed: "Congratulations, Lord Wei, on becoming the Acting Magistrate of Qingcheng."

The Heavenly Realm Division had no jurisdiction over local government offices, but the Magistrate was the head of such an office.

Combined with Wei Qing's ruthless methods of killing without blinking.

This County Magistrate dared not show any discourtesy before Wei Qing.

"Alright, I won't meddle in the office's affairs. You do as you normally would. I'm only responsible for Qingcheng's stability and the people's safety during my acting term."

"If you encounter anything you can't handle, come find me."

"Yes."

The County Magistrate breathed a secret sigh of relief upon hearing this.

To be honest, if he had to work every day under a living demon king, he was truly afraid of slipping up one day.

And getting his head lopped off 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 more and more solemn.

After finishing it all, the County Magistrate respectfully placed the Verdict back in its original position: "Lord, what should we do next?"

"What else can we do? The Imperial Court's decree is very clear—colluding with demons, exterminate the nine kinship branches. Unless you're thinking of defying the decree?" Wei Qing lifted his gaze and coldly swept his eyes over the County Magistrate.

"Your subordinate would never dare."

The County Magistrate was so frightened he fell to his knees with a "thud," his body trembling uncontrollably.

Wei Qing said calmly, "I know you and Fang Youting are close friends and have worked together for many years."

"There's nothing I can do about Lord Fang's situation."

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

"Your subordinate obeys the decree."

Seeing that the matter was already settled, the County Magistrate could only let out a helpless sigh.

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

"Pass the order: immediately round up all members of the Fang Family in Qingcheng, including servants, and throw them all into the prison!"

"Yes."

The County Magistrate nodded, then said with slight embarrassment, "The Fang Family has many members, especially the martial artists among them, who certainly won't go to their deaths willingly."

"Though the yamen runners have some martial arts foundation, this humble official fears they..."

The County Magistrate's expression was deeply awkward—a full county yamen, yet unable to suppress even a single Fang Family.

There was no helping it. Over so many years, the martial artists who had become Fang Family retainers out of gratitude for Fang Youting's life-saving grace numbered no fewer than ten, as far as he knew.

As for the County Magistrate's yamen, counting Zhu Huan, there were only eight martial artists. The remaining thirty-odd runners could handle ordinary folk well enough, but against martial artists, they would surely lose.

Wei Qing smiled faintly. "What are you suggesting?"