You don't know you're wrong, you only know you're about to die!

"What exactly is the situation?"

Wei Qing's brow furrowed slightly. He hadn't expected this matter to involve the Fang Family.

Zhu Huan immediately spoke up: "Half a month ago, on that rainy night, I personally witnessed Fang Xiang disguised and secretly meeting with a black-robed figure at the 'Drunken Immortal Pavilion' in the west of the city."

"Master, you know my identity."

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

"Afterward, I kept a covert watch and discovered that the Fang Family's merchant convoy had been leaving the city frequently late at night." Zhu Huan stole a glance at Wei Qing's expression. "What the carts carried... besides goods, there were also people."

"He's digging his own grave."

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

Fang Xiang was treating Qingcheng's citizens as bargaining chips in dealings with demons.

A cold gleam flickered in his eyes. He had already formed a plan in his mind.

It seemed the waters of Qingcheng were far murkier than he had anticipated.

A sudden unease stirred within him.

"Does anyone else know about this?"

Zhu Huan shook his head: "Only I know. That black-robed man's cultivation is roughly at the Sixth-Rank Initial Stage. I didn't dare to alert the enemy prematurely."

"After all... at that time, I had already thrown in my lot with the demons."

In other words, they were all in the same boat, so he naturally wouldn't leak the information.

Wei Qing sneered upon hearing this. Sixth-Rank Initial Stage?

If it were before his breakthrough, he might have had to tread carefully. But now—

With Seventh-Rank cultivation, and after the battle with the Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat, his Mental Power had surged. His comprehension of "Nanke's Dream" had advanced by leaps and bounds, leaving him only one step away from mastery. If he combined that with the essence of "Lotus"...

Dealing with a Half-Demon at the Sixth-Rank Initial Stage wouldn't be difficult.

His earlier underestimation of the Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat had come from ignoring racial differences—

At the same cultivation level, demons were inherently stronger than humans.

And while Half-Demons borrowed demonic power, they were ultimately inferior products, let alone the backlash from waning strength.

These were nothing but flawed remnants of demon experiments.

"To the Fang Manor." Wei Qing waved his sleeve, and the two demonic cat corpses vanished into thin air.

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

Even the three great families of Qingcheng couldn't produce such a treasure.

His heart pounded like a drum, cold sweat trickling down his spine. This new master's background might be far more terrifying than he had imagined.

At this moment, he felt increasingly grateful to have become Wei Qing's servant.

The two mounted their horses and galloped off toward Qingcheng.

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

The newcomer wore the standard black robe of the Supervision Division, now tattered and torn, its sleeves soaked with sticky green demon blood.

"Pah... damn demons."

The man spat out a mouthful of blood. The waist token at his belt swayed with the motion—the words "Supervision Division, Class B" clearly visible.

He crouched down, picked up a strand of demonic cat fur left on the ground, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes: "A Four-tailed Spirit Stream Demonic Cat? And someone actually killed it..."

"Could it be that kid Wei Qing?"

"As expected of Old Wei's seed. He's exactly like him."

"Silent until he makes a splash!"

"Forget it, I'll just report the situation here to that old bastard Zhou Cang first. Let him deal with the headache..."

Before his words faded, his form had already dissolved into wisps of black mist.

Qingcheng, Fang Manor

Wei Qing dismounted and strode alone toward the courtyard.

He had sent Zhu Huan to the yamen to muster men and, along the way, to "arrange" for Fang Youting as well.

Fang Xiang colluding with demons—as the Guardian Envoy, he had the right to kill!

But the local officials appointed by the Imperial Court could only be dealt with by the Imperial Court itself.

As he walked, the servants of Fang Manor, seeing someone from the Heavenly Realm Division, turned pale and scrambled to the sides.

A maid's teacup crashed to the ground with a clatter, shards scattering everywhere.

In all of Great Zhou, who didn't know what it meant when the Heavenly Realm Division came knocking?

The Fang Family's matriarch rushed over with her maidservant in tow: "Greetings to Lord Wei... I... I dare ask what matter... could possibly require you to come in person?"

"Madam Fang, might I ask where Fang Xiang is?"

"What crime has my son committed?" Madam Fang's fingernails dug into her palm as she forced herself to ask.

Wei Qing's first question had been about Fang Xiang's whereabouts, instantly giving her a terrible premonition.

"Fang Xiang colluded with demons and monsters." Wei Qing's right hand slowly settled onto his blade hilt. "By Great Zhou law—those who collude with demons and monsters face the extermination of nine generations of kin!"

Boom...

Madam Fang stood frozen as if struck by lightning.

Her first thought was—it's over!

"Crack..."

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

Wei Qing's form turned into a blur, and in an instant he was atop the courtyard wall.

Fang Xiang, who had been trying to flee, took a heavy blow to the abdomen. His entire body crashed into the lotus pond like a kite with its string cut, sending a geyser of water skyward.

In midair, a rainbow bridge slowly materialized.

"Running now—don't you think it's a little too late?"

By the time the pond water settled, Madam Fang had rushed to the rear courtyard. The sight of Fang Xiang's appearance extinguished the last shred of hope in her heart.

At this moment, the left half of Fang Xiang's body was covered in silver scales. His right eye still held a human pupil, but his left eye had transformed into an eerie purple demonic pupil. A chilling aura radiated from his entire being.

"Just one step away." Fang Xiang's voice was hoarse and strange, as if two voices were speaking at once. "I didn't expect your Heavenly Realm Division to discover me after all."

As he spoke—

Fang Xiang's body exploded into motion. His silver-scaled demonic claw shot straight for Wei Qing's throat!

"Clang—"

The silver-scaled demonic claw and the Soul Severing Blade clashed violently, sparks flying everywhere.

Several silver scales flew off. Fang Xiang grunted and retreated sharply.

Wei Qing pressed forward. A flash of cold light swept through.

"Ah!"

Fang Xiang's silver demonic arm was severed cleanly, blood spurting like a fountain.

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

"Xiang'er!"

Madam Fang tried to rush forward, but the maidservant beside her grabbed her arm tightly: "Madam... you absolutely must not."

Wei Qing stepped closer, blood dripping from the tip of his blade.

"Mercy... Lord Wei..." Fang Xiang used his remaining arm to prop himself up, crawling backward slowly, begging without pause. "I know I was wrong... I'm willing to make amends..."

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

"I... I can compensate their families, make up for the wrongs I've done."

"You don't know you were wrong." The blade tip pressed against Fang Xiang's chin. "You just know you're about to die."

Fang Xiang opened his mouth, but couldn't even let out a final sound. The blade sliced across his throat, and the spurting blood traced an arc through the air.

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

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

Madam Fang's anguished wail cut off abruptly. Her eyes rolled back, and her entire body fell backward like a puppet with its strings cut. The gold-inlaid jade hairpin slipped from her hair and broke in two.

"Madam... Madam..."

The maidservant beside her quickly caught the fainting matriarch, pinching her philtrum and shouting...

[Ding! Eighth-Rank Mid Stage Half-Demon slain]

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