Execution at the Execution Ground!

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

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

Zhang Xue, along with Tantai Yue, took a serious tour of Qingcheng. Of course, Cai Yang and the others couldn't escape the fate of being mere lackeys carrying bags.

In just one day, Cai Yang and the others transformed from the excitement of going out to a state of "We don't like shopping, we love secluded cultivation."

Today.

It was the day the Fang family was to be executed.

Wei Qing, who was cultivating, heard a knock on his door.

"What is it?"

"Sir, noon is almost here. The Fang family's execution requires your presence to oversee it." The County Lieutenant's voice came through the door.

"Alright, I understand."

"Your subordinate takes his leave."

The County Lieutenant spoke, and then Wei Qing heard his footsteps gradually fade away.

His cultivation coming to a temporary halt, Wei Qing slowly stood up. As he stretched his body, his bones made 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, faintly emitting a warm, gentle glow.

A sense of lightness he had never felt before arose, 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]
[Physique: 999]
[Cultivation Technique: Returning Origin Art (Minor Accomplishment), Great Freedom Visualization Art (Minor Accomplishment)]
[Martial Skills: Flowing Cloud Slash (Perfect) - Profound Meaning: Lotus Flower; Ephemeral Art (Perfect) - Profound Meaning: Divine Movement; Nanke's Dream (Minor Accomplishment)]

The Bone Tempering Pill had not only tempered his bones but also enhanced his martial potential.

It had also boosted all his stats by over 100 points, almost equivalent to killing two Sixth Rank beginner martial artists.

Wei Qing got up and changed into the official robes the County Lieutenant had prepared for him.

Looking at himself in the mirror, clad in the official attire, he did possess a bit more of an imposing aura.

"It's quite majestic, but unfortunately, I'm not destined to be an official. The peak of martial arts is my pursuit in this life!"

Qingcheng was exceptionally lively today.

Because today was the day the Fang family was to be executed.

Seeing numerous runners escorting the prisoner cart towards the execution grounds immediately drew the attention of the onlookers along the way, who hurled curses, rotten eggs, and spoiled vegetables.

Only when the prisoner cart carrying Fang Youting passed by did the citizens look away.

Towards this official who had wholeheartedly served the people, they all showed expressions of reluctance.

"This new County Magistrate is truly not simple."

On the second floor of Wangchun Tower, Song Yuanming stood in 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 in Longdong Village, then the Fang family, and now the Yan family. This new County Magistrate has made consecutive moves and remains unharmed until now, which is enough to show that he must possess powerful martial strength."

Dongfang Rongrong looked at Wei Qing, who was riding his horse at the forefront, with surprise. "Wasn't there news that the Heavenly Realm Division in 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 formidable strength and means, it would be difficult to win over the fourth-ranked individual on the Heavenly Pride Rankings."

"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 Region!"

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

The strongest individual in the Qingshan Sect was merely a Sixth Rank Martial Artist.

As the most talented person in the sect, although she had already reached the Eighth Rank advanced stage, it would be impossible to break through to the Seventh Rank without two or three years.

Yet, a Garrison Commander from the Heavenly Realm Division, who was merely on a trial, possessed strength comparable to that of a Sect Master.

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

East City execution grounds.

On the execution platform, after Wei Qing took his seat, the County Lieutenant and Zhu Huan stood at attention a step behind him, awaiting instructions.

The prisoner cart carrying the Fang family slowly came to a halt at the edge of the execution grounds.

Ten prisoner carts. Fang Youting was confined 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 runners waiting by the prisoner carts opened them and dragged the people out.

Except for Fang Youting, those brought out of the carts had tears and snot streaming down their faces, or their expressions were blank.

Some refused to get out of the carts and were beaten by the runners before being forcibly dragged out.

He glanced at the Fang family's only grandson. Fang Youting, knowing it was almost impossible, still knelt before Wei Qing. "Lord Wei, I, Fang, know the Fang family's sins are deep, and I have no objections to the Imperial Court's judgment. However, my Fang family's only grandson is only three years old. Could Your Excellency help secure a spot for him in exile?"

"The Fang family will definitely..."

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

"Once the imperial decree is issued, I must follow it. I hope Lord Fang can understand."

"If you must blame someone, blame Fang Xiang for betraying humanity and colluding with demons."

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

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

"It is noon. Execute!"

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

The runners, upon 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 chop.

Swish...

The long blade fell, and the head separated from the body.

The bloody scene caused the commoners to cry out in shock and simultaneously turned the faces of the imprisoned Fang family members pale.

"Son."

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

Fang Changshan was dead.

Fang Youren tried to struggle but was struck on the chin by the executioner's cleaver, causing him to fall backward and be unable to move.

"Execute the next."

Wei Qing's eyes were 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, 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 blade.

The long blade fell, and heads rolled.

Blood stained the entire execution platform.

Every time someone was beheaded, a runner would collect the body while another pushed the next person to be executed onto the platform.

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

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

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

But Wei Qing's expression never changed. The coldness in his eyes instilled a trace of fear in him.

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