For Such Trash, Just Kill Them Directly!

"Hiss!"

"Do dead people still feel pain?"

"Holy crap, why did my voice change?"

A sharp pain jolted Wei Qing awake from his daze. He realized that speaking had startled even himself.

As his surprised words fell, countless memory fragments flashed, and the past of the original body played out like a movie in his mind.

The original body was the legitimate son of the Wei family in the Great Zhou imperial city. His father, Wei Yuan, was a fifth-grade Earth-tier Garrison Commander in the Heavenly Realm Division.

Two months ago, he disappeared while investigating the "Black Lotus Cult."

Seeing this, the original body's second aunt, Liu Ru, harbored malicious intent. Not only did she drive the original body to the side courtyard where the servants lived, but she also secretly administered a slow-acting poison in his food.

By the time the original body realized it, it was already too late.

In his previous life, Wei Qing was a member of the Dragon Group. He encountered an explosion while on a mission and, unexpectedly, woke up to find himself transmigrated to this unfamiliar world, becoming the owner of this body.

Just as Wei Qing finished processing the original body's memories, a mechanical electronic voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

[Ding! System activated]

[Host: Wei Qing] [Age: 16] [Realm: Ninth-grade Martial Artist (Intermediate)] [Spirit: 99] [Strength: 62] [Physique: 59]

[Residual poison detected in host's body. Issuing Novice Gift Pack which has been stored in the system space.] [Claim now?]

A system? A novice gift pack?

Wei Qing was stunned at first, then overjoyed.

As a modern person who had read web novels, he naturally knew what a system meant.

This was his foundation for survival in this world.

According to the original body's memories, the Tianyuan Realm was a chaotic world where demons and humans coexisted.

Three hundred years ago, the spiritual energy in the Tianyuan Realm erupted, and demons appeared.

The first Human-Demon War broke out.

Lasting for a century, humanity barely won, successfully killing and sealing most of the demons.

Now, as time passed, the remaining demons' vitality gradually recovered.

War was imminent.

In this chaotic world, the only way to survive was through powerful strength!

"Claim!"

With a thought, a virtual interface appeared before him, displaying the contents of the gift pack.

[Detox Pill ×1, Realm Advancement Card ×1, Profound-tier Skill Flowing Cloud Slash ×1, Soul Severing Blade ×1]

Without hesitation, Wei Qing used the novice gift pack.

As the pill entered his mouth.

The residual poison in his body was rapidly dispersed and neutralized by the cool medicinal power.

Simultaneously, a warm current surged from his dantian, quickly spreading throughout his body.

Wei Qing felt as if his body was being reshaped, power surging within him, his bones cracking like popping soybeans.

His body, weakened by the poison, was instantly filled with vitality, and his aura became more robust.

"Is this the strength of an Eighth-grade Martial Artist?"

Wei Qing clenched his fist, a smile appearing on his lips.

He could clearly feel a qualitative leap in his body.

His strength had increased at least tenfold compared to his previous life.

Then, countless insights into swordsmanship flooded his mind, as if he had experienced thousands of battles.

With a thought from Wei Qing, the data on the virtual panel refreshed:

[Host: Wei Qing] [Age: 16] [Realm: Eighth-grade Martial Artist (Intermediate)] [Spirit: 194]

[Strength: 164]

[Physique: 162]

[Martial Skill: Flowing Cloud Slash (Great Accomplishment)]

"You're all looking to die."

Suddenly, an enraged young voice pierced through the coffin and reached Wei Qing's ears.

"Young Master Wushang, the eldest young master is already gone. Please do not disturb his peace."

The aged voice carried a hint of warning.

Jun Wushang, the second young master of Marquis Huaiyuan's Manor, was the original body's childhood friend and closest confidant.

Because his mother was a maid, his status in Marquis Huaiyuan's Manor was no different from a servant's.

It was only with the original body's help that he was able to escape Marquis Huaiyuan's Manor with his mother and, through his own efforts, become an intern Prison Suppressing Envoy in the Heavenly Realm Division.

The Heavenly Realm Division was the sharpest fang representing the Great Zhou imperial power, historically obeying only the emperor's orders.

Exterminating demons and overseeing the world.

Once you enter the Heavenly Realm Division.

You live as a person of the Heavenly Realm Division, and die as a soul of the Heavenly Realm Division.

Either, you improve your strength and become a higher-ranking Garrison Commander!

Or, you die during the execution of a mission!

There was no third path...

Conversely, offending the Heavenly Realm Division.

Death itself was a light punishment!

Even for an intern Prison Suppressing Envoy, when the black saber at his waist was drawn, even a Minister of the current court would retreat three paces.

Marquis Huaiyuan, who commanded over ten thousand city defense troops, no longer dared to target Jun Wushang.

He had even tried to acknowledge him multiple times, but Jun Wushang refused them all.

Liu Ru sent word at noon that Wei Qing's cousin, Wei Lin, could immediately take over Wei Qing's spot as an intern Garrison Commander.

Coupled with the connections left behind by Wei Yuan.

At this moment, he didn't even spare a glance for Jun Wushang, an intern Garrison Commander.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that Jun Wushang had already been promoted to a formal Garrison Commander.

Three days ago, the original body and Jun Wushang had agreed to celebrate at the Drunken Immortal Tower once he completed his assessment and became a formal Prison Suppressing Envoy.

Today, just as he completed his assessment and was promoted to a formal Prison Suppressing Envoy, he received the news of the original body's death.

Slap!

A loud slap landed fiercely on Steward Zhao Chuan's face, leaving half of it instantly swollen with purple marks.

"What kind of dog-sh*t are you spouting?"

"My brother is a registered intern Garrison Commander of the Heavenly Realm Division. The Heavenly Realm Division's regulations state that any Garrison Commander who dies suddenly must have their body personally examined by a Heavenly Realm Division coroner."

"Only if it's a natural death can the family collect the remains for burial."

"Who gave you permission to bypass the Heavenly Realm Division's rules and handle a Garrison Commander's body privately?"

"I have reason to suspect you of murdering an intern Garrison Commander of the Heavenly Realm Division. If you don't move aside, I'll cut you down."

A cold glint flashed, and a strand of white hair slowly drifted down. The unique black saber of a Garrison Commander was pressed against Zhao Chuan's throat.

"Young Master Wushang... I... I'll move..."

Zhao Chuan was so terrified he broke out in a cold sweat, staggering back several steps.

Murdering a Garrison Commander – he couldn't bear the weight of such a charge.

That was a crime punishable by the extermination of three generations of his clan.

Jun Wushang strode forward and sent the coffin lid flying with a palm strike.

He stepped forward, preparing to take Wei Qing's body away.

"Yo..."

Wei Qing's lazy voice echoed from within the coffin.

Jun Wushang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Haha, I knew it. Brother, there's no way you'd kick the bucket that easily."

"Hurry up and get out... Is it comfortable lying in there?"

"A... a zombie..."

Hearing Wei Qing's voice, Zhao Chuan immediately collapsed to the ground, completely petrified.

Two days ago, he had personally examined him and confirmed.

Wei Qing had no breath and his heart had stopped.

Now, however...

Jun Wushang's figure flickered, appearing before Zhao Chuan. He kicked Zhao Chuan away with a kick to the chest, shouting, "Noisy!"

"Keep talking, and I'll kill you."

"Wushang, just kill scum like this directly!"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Qing's blade flashed, and Zhao Chuan's body was split in two.

A red light mass emerged from the corpse and merged into his body.

[Ding! Killed a common evil servant]

[Strength +5, Constitution +4]

Sheathing his blade, Wei Qing turned to face Jun Wushang, a faint smile on his face.