Heading to the Demon Suppression Division

"Your subordinate is incompetent!"

Yang Zhaohui bowed and apologized, "The defenses of Purple Flame Mine appear unchanged, but in reality, they are tight on the inside and loose on the outside. Our people cannot enter the mine shafts to investigate what has happened."

Jin Hefeng sighed and murmured, "The loud noise a month ago, the Purple Flame Hall announced it was a mine collapse, but who believes that?"

Shaking his head, he continued, "Have you had anyone contact those Purple Flame Hall disciples who rushed back from various places?"

"I've contacted a few. They all said there was an urgent matter in the sect, but didn't provide details, only that they needed to return as quickly as possible."

Nodding, Jin Hefeng asked, "Besides that, has there been anything else unusual?"

Yang Zhaohui hesitated for a moment and whispered, "The Purple Flame Hall has recently been recruiting ordinary people with good physical strength..."

"Ordinary people..."

Jin Hefeng pondered but found no answers. He said gravely, "Send three more Minor Banners to observe the Purple Flame Hall's every move, day and night, rotating shifts. Report to me immediately if anything seems amiss."

"Yes!"

After Yang Zhaohui acknowledged, he turned and walked out.

Inside the Purple Flame Hall, Xiao Hong sat behind his desk, listening to Xiao Yunming's report.

"All disciples at the Late Qi Refining stage and above have returned. The corresponding arrangements are all in place. Now there's only one problem: I don't know if those people can be trusted."

Xiao Hong comfortably took a sip of tea, looked at his son's furrowed brow, and chuckled, "Man proposes, God disposes. You, my son, are simply too complex in your thinking, you worry too much."

"Father, this matter is not just for you, but also a matter of life and death for our Purple Flame Hall. Your son has no choice but to be cautious. Oh, right, I heard you brought back another person today?"

Seeing Xiao Hong nod, Xiao Yunming looked worried. "I still feel that the strength of mortals is not very useful. Why don't we wait a bit longer and invite a Golden Core True Man from elsewhere?"

Xiao Hong put down his teacup, his expression serious. "No. Even if we fail this time, don't even think about finding any Golden Core True Men."

"Why?"

Xiao Yunming looked puzzled.

Seeing this, Xiao Hong sighed, "It's easy to invite a god, but hard to send one away. If a Golden Core True Man becomes greedy, not only our Purple Flame Hall, but perhaps the entire Purple Flame County could suffer disaster."

Although he understood this principle, Xiao Yunming still held onto a sliver of hope. "It's not just that, is it?"

"My son, a Golden Core True Man is merely someone with profound cultivation. Never test a person's greed."

Seeing that he could not sway his father's decision, Xiao Yunming shook his head and asked, "Then shall we try it first? Our businesses in various places are without disciples to guard them. I'm still a bit uneasy about that."

This time, Xiao Hong pondered for a moment and gently nodded. "We can. Let's do it tomorrow afternoon. You bring those people to the designated spot and wait for me. I have to take someone to handle some matters in the morning."

"Alright!"

Early the next morning, Kong Wu was eating breakfast when Xiao Hong came to find him.

"Young friend, did you sleep well yesterday?"

He sat before Kong Wu with a smile, looking at the ten baskets of steamed buns placed in front of Kong Wu, and exclaimed in wonder.

As cultivators advance in their cultivation, their need for food gradually decreases. They can sustain their bodies' actions solely by absorbing spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

However, it is different for martial artists who cultivate their physical bodies. They cannot absorb spiritual energy. The bodies they temper and train require energy that can only be obtained through food.

Seeing how much Kong Wu could eat, he became even happier.

The more he could eat, the more it indicated the strength of his physical body.

Kong Wu casually grabbed a bun and swallowed it. "Together?"

"No, I am old and cannot eat much anymore."

Xiao Hong said this while patting his leg, as if he were truly an old man in decline.

Kong Wu curled his lips and said no more.

If the system hadn't shown that your [Strength] attribute was higher than mine, I might have believed you.

Kong Wu ate the fist-sized buns one by one, and soon the high stack of bamboo baskets diminished.

After finishing the last bun, Kong Wu picked up a basin of egg drop soup and drank it down in one gulp.

"Then, young friend, shall we depart? I'll take you to the Demon Suppression Prison."

Kong Wu looked strangely at Xiao Hong, who had stood up, and said sideways, "Ten more baskets of buns!"

Xiao Hong almost fell over.

He can still eat???

The question was soon answered. After the buns were brought, Kong Wu still ate them one by one, his eating speed unchanged.

In a short while, Kong Wu had finished all ten baskets of buns.

After drinking a basin of egg soup as usual, Kong Wu turned to the stunned servant and said, "Ten more baskets!"

"This... the kitchen doesn't have any more ingredients. What was that just now..."

The servant stammered, afraid of offending this person.

"Alright then."

Kong Wu licked his lips, still unsatisfied, and casually said, "Old man, this won't do. I agreed to work for you, but I can't even get enough to eat."

Xiao Hong's face was already filled with joy. Upon hearing this, he immediately said, "Go out and buy ingredients right away. Buy plenty, enough to make sure our young friend eats his fill!"

Kong Wu shook his head and stood up. "Let's eat after we get back. We should take care of things first. Eating half-full is better for the stomach."

"Alright, alright! I'll do whatever you say!"

At this moment, Xiao Hong wished he could worship Kong Wu.

With his appetite, the five skilled individuals he had found previously combined didn't eat as much as Kong Wu.

This also proved Kong Wu's physical strength.

He should be capable!

Xiao Hong's confidence in the afternoon's arrangements suddenly soared.

Before leading Kong Wu out, he specifically called the butler and said, "Go tell Yunming to make all preparations for the afternoon's matter!"

Walking on the road with Kong Wu, Xiao Hong kept looking back, finally unable to resist and asking, "Young friend... are you sure you haven't cultivated? You don't have any True Qi in your body?"

Kong Wu shook his head and replied, "There's no need. Cultivating True Qi is a minor path. Diligently training to improve the purity of the physical body is the true great path."

His words left Xiao Hong speechless.

If that's the case, then cultivators who seek immortality are not as good as those martial artists who train their bodies assiduously?

With Kong Wu's physique, dealing with cultivators at the Late Qi Refining stage would indeed be no problem.

However, he hadn't experienced the methods of advanced cultivators, so his words were still too arrogant.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the two of them arrived in front of a tall, completely black building.

At the imposing main entrance, two Demon Suppression Guards, dressed in dark purple brocade, stood guard on either side.

"Young friend, please wait a moment. I'll go up and greet them first."

Xiao Hong said this, turning back, and then walked forward.

The two guards, who had been somewhat relaxed, immediately straightened their bodies upon seeing someone approach.

One of them looked at Xiao Hong and then saw Kong Wu behind him, causing him to rub his eyes in confusion.

"Please inform Captain Jin, just say the Purple Flame Hall..."

Before Xiao Hong could finish speaking, he witnessed a strange scene.

The guard took a few trembling steps back, then turned and ran inside.

As he ran, he shouted, "It's bad! The guy who injured General Zhang has come to our doorstep!!!"