Execution Ground Beheading!

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Chen Feng was arranged to recuperate at the yamen.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xue led Tantai Yue on a thorough tour of Qingcheng. Naturally, Cai Yang and the others couldn't escape the fate of being mere assistants, carrying bags.

Within a single day, Cai Yang and his companions went from being excited about going out to wishing they were in seclusion practicing.

Today.

It was the day of the Fang Family's execution.

While Wei Qing was cultivating, his door was knocked. Knock, knock.

"What is it?"

"My Lord, it's almost noon. The Fang Family execution requires your presence to oversee it," the county deputy's voice came through the door.

"Alright, I understand."

"Your subordinate takes his leave."

After the county deputy spoke, Wei Qing heard his footsteps gradually recede.

His cultivation session concluded, Wei Qing slowly stood up. As he stretched, his bones let out a series of light cracking sounds.

"Comfortable."

After being tempered by the Bone Tempering Pill, his bones were now as clear and translucent as jade, emitting a faint, warm luster.

An unprecedented sense of lightness washed over him, as if he had been reborn.

Next, with a thought, his status panel appeared:

[Host: Wei Qing] [Age: 16] [Realm: Sixth Rank Martial Artist (Intermediate)] [Spirit: 971] [Strength: 1030] [Constitution: 999] [Cultivation Techniques: Returning Origin Art (Minor Accomplishment), Great Freedom Visualization Art (Minor Accomplishment)] [Martial Skills: Flowing Cloud Slash (Mastery) — Essence: Lotus Blossom; Ephemeral Art (Mastery) — Essence: Divine Movement; Nanke's Dream (Minor Accomplishment)]

The Bone Tempering Pill not only refined his bones but also elevated his martial potential.

It also drastically increased his stats by over 100 points, almost equivalent to killing two Sixth Rank early-stage martial artists.

Wei Qing got up and changed into the official robes prepared by the county deputy.

Looking at himself in the mirror, clad in official attire, he indeed exuded a bit more of the aura of a superior.

"Quite imposing, but alas, I'm not destined to be an official. The peak of martial arts is my lifelong pursuit!"

Qingcheng was exceptionally lively today.

Because today was the day of the Fang Family's execution.

The sight of numerous bailiffs escorting the prisoner cart to the execution grounds immediately drew the attention of the onlookers along the way, who hurled curses, rotten eggs, and spoiled vegetables.

Only the prisoner cart carrying Fang Youting drew sideways glances from the populace as it passed.

Towards this official who had dedicated himself to the people, they all showed expressions of pity.

"This new county magistrate is quite something."

On the second floor of Wangchun Tower, Song Yuanming stood at their usual spot with his junior sister.

Dongfang Rongrong, who had been busy shopping these past few days, asked curiously, "Senior Brother, why do you say that?"

"First the demons and monsters of Dragon Cave Village, then the Fang Family, and now the Yan Family. This new county magistrate has made moves one after another and is still safe and sound. This is enough to show that he must possess formidable martial power."

Dongfang Rongrong looked at Wei Qing, who was riding his horse at the forefront, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Wasn't there news that the Heavenly Realm Division from Jizhou sent reinforcements?"

"Chen Feng was injured, yet he wasn't harmed at all."

"The most crucial point is that Tantai Yue and the others are subtly forming a formation centered around him."

"Without immense strength and skill, it would be difficult to make the fourth-ranked individual on the Heavenly Pride Ranking submit."

"The Heavenly Realm Division has produced another peerless prodigy!"

"In the near future, if he doesn't fall, he will surely shock the entire Great Zhou, and even the Eastern Domain!"

Dongfang Rongrong covered her mouth, her face filled with disbelief.

The strongest individuals in the Qingshan Sect were merely Sixth Rank martial artists.

As the most talented person in the sect, although she had already reached the advanced stage of Eighth Rank, breaking through to Seventh Rank would take at least two to three years.

Yet, a mere Warden from the Heavenly Realm Division, who was here for trials, possessed strength comparable to a Sect Master.

The Heavenly Realm Division's foundation is indeed far beyond what these Jianghu sects can compare to.

The execution ground east of the city.

After Wei Qing took his seat on the execution platform, the county deputy and Zhu Huan stood to his left and right, one step behind him, awaiting his instructions.

The prisoner carts escorting the Fang family slowly stopped at the edge of the execution ground.

Ten prisoner carts in total. Fang Youting was held alone in one, while the rest of the Fang family and their servants were crammed into the remaining nine.

"Bring the prisoners out of the carts."

Wei Qing raised his hand and immediately gave the order.

Upon hearing this, the bailiffs waiting by the prisoner carts opened them and began escorting the people out.

Aside from Fang Youting, those brought out of the carts either had tears and snot streaming down their faces or wore vacant expressions.

Several others refused to get out of the carts, and after being beaten by the bailiffs, they were forcibly dragged out.

After glancing at the Fang family's only grandson, Fang Youting, despite knowing it was almost impossible, knelt before Wei Qing. "Lord Wei, I know the Fang family has committed grave sins, and I have no objections to the Imperial Court's judgment. However, my family's only grandson is only three years old. Could you possibly help secure a spot for him in exile?"

"The Fang family will surely..."

"Lord Fang," Wei Qing interrupted. "Please forgive me, but I am powerless to help."

"With the imperial decree issued, I must act according to it. I hope Lord Fang can understand."

"If you must blame someone, blame Fang Xiang for betraying the Human Race and colluding with demons and monsters."

"Blame him for being born into the Fang family."

Seeing this, Fang Youting sighed and resignedly closed his eyes.

"Noon has arrived. Execute!"

Wei Qing tossed the execution tablet in his hand and immediately gave the order.

The bailiffs, hearing this, first brought forward Fang Changshan, who had resisted the most fiercely.

The executioner, who had already prepared, took a mouthful of wine and sprayed it onto the gleaming blade before bringing it down in a single strike.

Swish...

The long blade fell, and the body was severed.

The bloody scene caused the surrounding commoners to cry out in alarm and made the imprisoned Fang family members turn pale.

"Son."

Fang Youren cried out in grief and anger. Even now, he couldn't believe that the once-mighty Fang family would face a full family execution.

Fang Changshan was dead.

Fang Youren still tried to struggle, but the executioner struck his chin with the hilt of his sword, causing him to fall backward onto the ground, unable to move.

"Next."

Wei Qing's expression was cold as he gave the next order.

The executioner's blade fell, and Fang Youren's head rolled to the ground.

"No, I don't want to die."

"We are merely Fang family servants. Why must we be buried with that scoundrel?"

"Why is it Fang Xiang who colluded with demons and monsters, yet they kill us? I'm not convinced..."

Facing the cries of the Fang family members and their servants, The executioner seemed not to see them, continuously swinging his beheading sword.

The long blade fell, and heads rolled.

Blood stained the entire execution platform.

Every time someone was beheaded, bailiffs would collect the body and then bring the next person waiting for execution onto the platform.

The thick smell of blood made the surrounding commoners uncomfortable, yet none of them left.

"This Lord Wei's heart is truly ruthless."

Song Yuanming watched the Fang family members being beheaded one after another, and even he felt a sense of unease.

But Wei Qing's expression had not changed from beginning to end, and the coldness in his eyes instilled a trace of fear in him.

Beside him, Dongfang Rongrong's face had already turned deathly pale.