You didn't realize your mistake-you only realized you were about to die!

"What exactly happened?"

Wei Qing frowned slightly. He had not expected this matter to involve the Fang Family.

Zhu Huan immediately said, "On a rainy night half a month ago, this subordinate personally saw Fang Xiang in disguise, meeting secretly with a man in black at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in the west of the city."

"Master, you know my identity."

"So, even though that man in black concealed himself very well, I still recognized him as a Half-Demon."

"Afterward, this subordinate kept watch in secret and discovered that the Fang Family's merchant caravans frequently left the city late at night." Zhu Huan furtively glanced at Wei Qing's expression. "The carts carried... not only goods, but people."

"He's courting death."

Wei Qing narrowed his eyes, his voice as cold as ice.

Fang Xiang had treated Qingcheng's people as bargaining chips for dealings with demons.

Cold light flickered in his eyes. He had already made up his mind.

It seemed Qingcheng's waters ran far deeper and murkier than expected.

A thread of unease suddenly rose in his heart.

"Does anyone else know about this?"

Zhu Huan shook his head. "Only this lowly one knows. That man in black was roughly at the Sixth-Rank Initial Stage, so this subordinate did not dare alert the enemy."

"After all... at that time, this subordinate had already thrown in with demons."

To put it plainly, they were all in the same boat, so naturally he would not spread the news.

Wei Qing sneered. Sixth-Rank Initial Stage?

Before his breakthrough, he might have needed to fear him somewhat. But now—

With Seventh Rank cultivation, the tremendous surge in Mental Power after his battle with the Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat, and his rapidly advancing comprehension of "Nanke's Dream," which was only one step from the realm of great mastery—if he also used the profound meaning of "Lotus"...

Dealing with a Sixth-Rank Initial Stage Half-Demon martial artist would not be difficult.

Previously, he had underestimated the Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat because he had overlooked the difference between races—

At the same realm, demons were innately stronger than humans.

And though Half-Demons possessed demonic power, they were ultimately inferior products, not to mention the backlash after their strength had declined.

They were nothing more than defective products of demonic experiments.

"To the Fang Family." Wei Qing flicked his sleeve, and the two demon cat corpses vanished into thin air.

Zhu Huan bowed in acknowledgment, but his pupils violently contracted at the sight—Spatial Device!

One had to know—

Even the three great families of Qingcheng could not produce such a priceless treasure.

His heart pounded like a drum and cold sweat seeped down his back. This new master's background might be even more terrifying than he had imagined.

At that moment, he felt even more fortunate to have become Wei Qing's servant.

The two mounted their horses and galloped toward Qingcheng.

Not long after they left, a person appeared out of thin air in the small courtyard.

The newcomer wore the standard black robes of the Supervision Division, though they were now tattered beyond recognition, his cuffs soaked in sticky green demon blood.

"Pah... damned demons."

The man spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. The badge at his waist swayed with the motion, the words "Supervision Division Class B" clearly visible.

He crouched down and picked up some remaining demon cat fur from the ground, surprise flashing through his eyes. "A Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat? It was actually slain..."

"Could it have been that brat Wei Qing?"

"As expected of Old Wei's seed. He's exactly the same as him."

"Silent until he speaks, then astonishing the world!"

"Forget it. I should first tell that old brat Zhou Cang about what happened here. Let him deal with the headache of the rest..."

Before his voice faded, his figure had already turned into wisps of black mist.

Qingcheng, Fang Family

Wei Qing dismounted and walked alone into the manor.

He had sent Zhu Huan to the yamen to gather men, and to "arrange" Fang Youting along the way.

Fang Xiang had colluded with demons. As the Guardian Envoy, he could kill him!

But only the Imperial Court had the authority to deal with local officials appointed by the Imperial Court.

Along the way, the servants of Fang Manor turned pale at the sight of someone from the Heavenly Realm Division and hurriedly retreated to either side.

A maid's teacup fell from her hand with a clang, shattered porcelain flying everywhere—

In Great Zhou, who did not know what it meant when the Heavenly Realm Division came knocking?

Madam Fang, accompanied by a maid, hurried over. "Greetings, Lord Wei... N-no... may I ask what matter has brought you personally to our door? Sorry for the trouble."

"Madam Fang, where is Fang Xiang?"

"May I ask what crime my son has committed?" Madam Fang dug her fingertips into her palm as she forced herself to ask.

The moment Wei Qing arrived, he had asked after Fang Xiang's whereabouts, instantly giving her a terrible premonition.

"Fang Xiang colluded with demons." Wei Qing's right hand slowly settled on the hilt of his blade. "According to Great Zhou law—those who collude with demons shall have their nine clans exterminated!"

Boom...

Madam Fang stood frozen as though struck by lightning.

Her first thought was—It's over!

"Crash..."

Suddenly, the sound of porcelain shattering came from the rear courtyard.

Hearing it, Wei Qing became an afterimage, reaching the top of the courtyard wall in an instant.

Fang Xiang, who was about to flee, was suddenly struck heavily in the abdomen. He crashed into the lotus pond like a kite with its string cut, sending pond water soaring into the sky.

A rainbow bridge slowly emerged in midair.

"Isn't it too late to run now?"

By the time the water fell, Madam Fang had hurried to the rear courtyard. Upon seeing Fang Xiang's appearance, the last shred of hope in her heart was completely extinguished.

At that moment, silver scales covered the left half of Fang Xiang's body. His right eye remained a human pupil, but his left had become an eerie violet demonic eye, and a frigid aura emanated from his entire body.

"Just one step away." Fang Xiang's voice was hoarse and strange, as if two voices overlapped. "I never thought your Heavenly Realm Division would still discover me."

As he spoke—

Fang Xiang's figure shot up, his demonic claw covered in silver scales reaching straight for Wei Qing's throat!

Clang—

The silver-scaled demonic claw violently collided with the Soul Severing Blade, sparks scattering in all directions.

Several silver scales shattered and flew away. Fang Xiang gave a muffled grunt and staggered backward.

Wei Qing pressed forward, and a cold flash streaked through the air.

"Aah!"

Fang Xiang's silver demonic arm was severed at the sound, blood erupting like a fountain.

He collapsed to the ground, clutching his arm and howling in agony.

"Xiang'er!"

Madam Fang was about to rush forward when the maid beside her grabbed her arm tightly. "Madam... you absolutely must not."

Wei Qing advanced step by step, blood dripping from the blade's tip.

"Spare me... Lord Wei..." Fang Xiang propped himself up with his one remaining arm and slowly wriggled backward, continuously begging, "I know I was wrong... I'm willing to compensate..."

"When those people you sold to demons begged for mercy, did you spare them?"

"I... I can compensate their families and make up for the wrongs I committed."

"You didn't realize your mistake." The blade tip pressed against Fang Xiang's jaw. "You only realized you were about to die."

Fang Xiang opened his mouth, not even having time to make one final sound before the blade swept across his neck. Spurting blood drew an arc through the air.

His head rolled to the ground, tumbling to a stop before Madam Fang's feet.

"Xiang'er... my son..."

Madam Fang's shrill wail abruptly stopped. Her eyes rolled back, and she fell backward like a wooden puppet with its strings cut. Her gold-inlaid jade hairpin slipped free and shattered into two pieces.

"Madam... Madam..."

The maid beside her hurriedly caught her unconscious mistress, pinched her philtrum, and cried out...

Ding! Killed an Eighth-Rank Mid Stage Half-Demon

Strength +48, Constitution +53, Marrow Cleansing Pill ×1