Jade Faced Gentleman

All night, Fang Mu taught and guided Qi Zhu in cultivating the Demonic Scripture.

His clone had no need to cultivate the Demonic Scripture, but it was perfectly suited for Qi Zhu.

As the sky suddenly brightened, Fang Mu opened the courtyard gate. After locking it, he parted ways with Qi Zhu and left.

Fang Jing had been left in the cellar at home by Fang Mu. He had too many matters to deal with during this period, and his clone needed to help him slay demons, so he could only wrong her for the time being.

When he entered the County Office and arrived at the Demon Slayer Division's main hall,

Fang Mu unexpectedly saw a handsome man in red whose face was somewhat pale.

The man in red sat arrogantly in the chief seat of the hall. When he saw Fang Mu enter, he was the first to speak with a mocking smile. "Envoy Fang, you're rather late."

Fang Mu did not answer the man in red. Instead, he asked, "Who are you? Why do you dare sit in the chief seat of the courtroom?"

"What? Does Envoy Fang think I stole your seat and plans to make me answer for it?"

Hearing the barbs hidden in the man in red's words, Fang Mu did not reply. He calmly watched the man in red, waiting for his answer.

Seeing that Fang Mu was impervious to persuasion, the man in red frowned, somewhat displeased.

"There's no harm in telling you. My name is Tu Lang. Tu Shan is my adoptive father. As the new Bronze Toad Envoy, I naturally have the qualifications to sit here."

Fang Mu had already made a few guesses about the man in red's identity.

Thus, when the man in red revealed who he was, Fang Mu felt no surprise.

"By the way! The Division Chief's daughter, Qi Zhu, has been betrothed to me."

"I heard that you two have a good relationship. Shouldn't you congratulate me?"

Looking at Tu Lang's smug, petty face, Fang Mu simply ignored him.

"You several, come with me. Everyone else, rest. We're not slaying demons today!"

Fang Mu pointed at the people standing with his clone and ordered the many Demon Slayer Envoys remaining behind.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Mu turned and left. He neither paid Tu Lang any attention nor gave him the slightest consideration.

He had already offended Tu Shan, so naturally he did not care about a Tu Lang.

The man in black last night had very likely been Tu Lang, whose face was somewhat pale. Fang Mu could still distinguish the aura on his body.

"Bang!"

The sound of tables and chairs being smashed rang out from the Demon Slayer Division's main hall. Even after leaving the hall, Fang Mu could hear Tu Lang's furious roar.

But he did not care. Tu Lang had suffered a hidden loss at his hands the previous night, so his injuries likely had not yet healed.

Thus, even if he had a hundred times the courage, he probably would not dare attack Fang Mu rashly.

As for mouthing off and cursing him a few times behind his back, Fang Mu did not care about such painless attacks.

After entering the Mortal Character Prison, Fang Mu assigned several simple demon-slaying missions to a few dispirited Demon Slayer Envoys.

When those people learned that they only had to slay some one- or two-star minor demons, they thanked him as if reprieved from a great sentence and hurried away.

Fang Mu left all the demons in the Mortal Character Prison to his clone.

The demons in the Earth Prison had already been completely slain by Fang Mu. The only thing he had not touched was Jade Faced Gentleman's corpse.

The corpse had to be kept until the Division Chief made a decision. He had never reported it before.

Now he should report it. It probably would not arouse suspicion anymore, and it would save the corpse from being left too long and stinking.

After leaving the Mortal Character Prison and entering the Earth Prison, Fang Mu began pondering how to enter the Heaven Prison.

Only Ye Tian, the Division Chief, had the key to the Heaven Prison.

As for forcing his way into the Heaven Prison—if it were that easy, the powerful Huihai would have done it long ago.

Even now, Fang Mu had not thought of a way to enter the Heaven Prison.

The only feasible method was to have Qi Zhu steal the key.

But that could very well implicate her. Unless absolutely necessary, Fang Mu did not want to owe her a favor.

As Fang Mu pondered, he arrived at the special-grade dungeon.

He opened the dungeon and entered the inner cell. Looking at the somewhat gaunt Jade Faced Gentleman, Fang Mu felt a wave of emotion.

This man dressed as an old monk was called Jade Faced Gentleman, and no one had ever seen his true appearance.

He had an extremely thin human-skin mask that could alter his appearance at will.

That miraculous mask was currently stored inside the space of his Demon Refining Mirror.

Looking at Jade Faced Gentleman's scar-covered face, Fang Mu could not help sighing.

Jade Faced Gentleman's true appearance was actually exceptionally handsome. In his youth, he had no idea how many girls he had captivated, making them fall for him.

Later, he obtained the mask and lived each day wearing different faces and identities.

As time passed, even he forgot himself.

To keep people from learning his original face and uncovering his past, he destroyed his own face.

"I have to say! You really are a ruthless one!"

Fang Mu took out a dagger and cut open a bloody gash in his lower leg. From the flesh and blood of his calf, he removed a command token and a bloodstained handkerchief.

Wrapped inside the handkerchief was a round piece of jade the size of a thumb, engraved with a tiny character: Liu.

After turning the round jade over, Fang Mu found nothing unusual. On the other hand, the handkerchief was embroidered with several delicate characters.

Fortunately, his eyesight was good. Otherwise, to read the tiny words on the handkerchief, he probably would have had to find a magnifying glass.

"Qingzhou, the Liu Family of North City."

"The ancestors accumulated virtue and left behind a secret treasure."

The final signature on the handkerchief read: Treat the Liu Family well.

Looking at the tiny words on the handkerchief, Fang Mu was somewhat surprised.

He had obtained Jade Faced Gentleman's memories, yet had found no information about the Liu Family.

There was no Liu Family in Jade Faced Gentleman's memories. This made Fang Mu suspect that he had deliberately severed his own memories concerning the Liu Family.

That miraculous soul-seed technique and the soul art of possession clearly could not have been created by Jade Faced Gentleman himself.

Nor was there any information in his memories about Jade Faced Gentleman creating secret arts.

Thus, Fang Mu could not help suspecting that Jade Faced Gentleman's abilities might have originated from the Liu Family.

Even the human-skin mask might be related to the Liu Family's secret treasure.

Fang Mu simply could not understand why Jade Faced Gentleman had left clues on himself.

Was it because he ultimately could not let go of the Liu Family? Otherwise, he would not have left behind the four words, "Treat the Liu Family well."

Unable to figure it out, Fang Mu temporarily put everything away.

The other command token concerned Jade Faced Gentleman's identity and the name of the organization Huihai belonged to.

Fang Mu hurriedly put the command token away. Knowing too much was no good thing; it often invited unnecessary calamity and death.

Fang Mu pulled out a long thread from his clothing, controlled blood to wrap around it, and used it to stitch shut Jade Faced Gentleman's cut wound.

After tidying everything and confirming that no abnormalities would be discovered, Fang Mu left the dungeon.

When he returned to the Mortal Character Prison, his clone had already slain nearly all the demons.

The clone cut off some scattered demon materials, while Fang Mu refined everything remaining with the Demon Refining Mirror.

Being in sole control of the prison felt wonderful. He no longer needed to act with his head bowed and tail between his legs. He could go to whichever dungeon he wanted, and no one dared stop him.

When Fang Mu left the Mortal Character Prison and arrived at the Demon Slayer Division's main hall, he did not see Tu Lang, that irritating fellow from the day.

Clearly, after suffering a setback, Tu Lang was in no mood to cause trouble again.

After finishing the matters at hand and registering some information that needed to be recorded, Fang Mu left the main hall of the Demon Slayer Division.

When he walked out of the County Office, it was already dark outside. After Fang Mu entered an alley, he sensed several gazes following him and grew alert.

He flashed into another alley, then activated Extreme Wind Speed and quickly left.

After making countless turns, he shot across more than a dozen alleys.

The people following him failed to catch up and were shaken off.

Sensing that no one was following behind him, Fang Mu secretly relaxed. He did not want to invite trouble; for now, he would avoid it whenever possible.

Fang Mu lightly tapped the ground with his toes and hurried toward home.

In his haste to return home, Fang Mu failed to notice that the area outside the city was unusually quiet tonight. There was not even the roar of wild beasts.

The small city seemed extremely quiet—quiet as the calm before the storm.