Rarely Peaceful, Flying Head Zombie Appears

In each county town of Great Zhou, the highest officials were a City Guard Captain and a Scribe.

The Scribe handled civil affairs and city management, holding a secondary position, but their actual power was far less than the City Guard Captain's.

Therefore, Tian Youji was the one in charge of Linyuan City.

Chu Ge was considered a wealthy gentleman within Linyuan City, so he naturally had some dealings with the City Guard Captain, Tian Youji.

His father had even been on very good terms with Tian Youji.

Thus, facing Chu Ge's questions, Tian Youji had no intention of hiding anything and truthfully explained some of the situation, even relaying the news that an envoy from the Demon Suppressing Division had arrived.

"So that envoy was seriously injured, and now an official from the Demon Suppressing Division has pursued them."

Chu Ge nodded slightly, a relieved smile appearing on his face. "It seems then that this envoy from the Heaven and Earth Incense Cult will no longer have a chance to cause trouble."

"Rest assured, my nephew. After this, the strongholds of the Heaven and Earth Incense Cult will also cease to exist, and the business environment of Linyuan City will soon return to normal."

Tian Youji patted his chest, then continued, "However, many small cities in the Great Zhou Kingdom have experienced similar incidents recently.

It's not just the Heaven and Earth Incense Cult causing trouble; there are also villains from the Yellow Turban Sect and the Blackwater Army.

Therefore, my nephew, even though you are a merchant, it's best not to slack off on your Martial Arts training. In this world, strength brings wealth!"

"Thank you for your warning, Lord Tian!" Chu Ge immediately cupped his fists in gratitude.

"This world is truly starting to descend into chaos. It is indeed necessary to have strength to protect oneself,"

Hu Xuezhi sighed and shook his head, looking at Chu Ge with satisfaction. "Chu Ge, you have talent and some family wealth. But in all things, it's best to be steady. Cultivate diligently, and if you have ten parts of strength, only show seven in front of others. Avoid arrogance at all costs. Your future could be limitless!"

There were some things he couldn't say directly, for fear of frightening his disciple. Like how many geniuses in the past had been extremely arrogant, only to be captured by the Divine Powers Sect and sacrificed to their Divine Weapons, meeting a tragic end.

Chu Ge, hearing this, naturally maintained a calm expression and appeared to accept the advice, but he chuckled inwardly.

He was currently at the fourth stage of Blood Change, but what he showed to the outside world was merely being on the verge of breaking through to the Bone Training Realm. In reality, he was precisely following Hu Xuezhi's advice.

The group did not chat for long. Tian Youji and the others were all more or less injured and still needed to handle their respective affairs, so they soon parted ways.

Chu Ge informed Steward Zhang of the Wang Family about the various messages that the constable Little Qin had reminded him of, then turned and left.

Wang Xiuyun had already been rescued by him and was now safe.

Perhaps she would return on her own before long.

Therefore, although the Wang Family was in chaos for the time being, it would soon stabilize with Wang Xiuyun's return.

From the situation of the confrontation this time, Chu Ge could see that although Tian Youji had a slight advantage in intelligence, the enemy's strength had exceeded expectations, preventing them from smoothly controlling the overall situation, and resulting in many casualties.

However, although he didn't get to "beat a drowning dog" this time, he did manage to hunt a few small dogs. Several people were now lying dead in the Dragon Bell, so it wasn't a complete loss.

Moreover, that blasted iron-skinned envoy was seriously injured and would likely soon die at the hands of Lord Lin of the Demon Suppressing Division. He probably wouldn't have the chance to target the many wealthy families in the city anymore, so he, as a wealthy individual, was also safe.

Thinking of this, Chu Ge's mood brightened. He patted the thousands of taels in Silver Notes, the ill-gotten gains he had confiscated from Ding Ying and the others, and sighed that the trip was not in vain, having made a fortune in silence.

"I wonder when Lord Lin of the Demon Suppressing Division will return. Perhaps I can get acquainted with him, and if there's an opportunity in the future, I can try to join the Demon Suppressing Division."

On his way back, Chu Ge pondered in his mind.

Although Great Zhou was in decline now, a starving camel was still larger than a horse. The Demon Suppressing Division it founded had gathered countless experts, Divine Skills, Divine Weapons, and resources.

Most importantly, the Demon Suppressing Division, unlike sects or families, had the least control over individuals. As long as one made contributions, they could obtain Divine Skills and resources.

Therefore, Chu Ge actually felt that compared to sects and families, joining the Demon Suppressing Division in the future might be a better path.

Meanwhile.

Outside Linyuan City, in a canyon resembling a bird's wing.

The sky was like a narrow lead plate, covering the tops of the two walls, like a dizzying sliver of sky.

A man wearing an iron mask moved rapidly through the canyon, fleeing in a sorry state, occasionally coughing up blood.

An hour ago, he had been as proud and spirited as he attacked Linyuan City; now, he was just as disheveled.

Suddenly, sensing the killing intent behind him once again, his expression turned grim. He immediately leaped to the side, charging forward like an arrow, covering several zhang in an instant, the scenery of the mountains on both sides rapidly receding.

However, the killing aura was like a maggot on his bones, following him like a shadow. The slightest movement from him would be met with a thunderous blow.

This feeling was almost unbearable, making him want to vomit blood. He could only continue to charge forward and flee the moment he landed, darting into a mountain path hidden by vines in the canyon ahead, covering more than ten zhang.

However, even so, he had almost reached the limit of his stamina in one breath.

The iron-faced man realized something was amiss.

If this continued, even if the person behind him didn't make a move, he would completely exhaust himself.

"Ah! You're pushing me too far—"

He roared, his Qi and Blood boiling and condensing. His face instantly turned as red as a tomato. He abruptly turned around and unleashed a fierce saber strike.

As he swung the saber, his eyes shot out an unprecedented brilliance, veins spreading across them. He was no longer willing to pay a greater price, expending his vital essence to unleash a secret technique of Exotic Power.

Humph!

The long saber flashed with an unusual light, and the threaded blade was actually attached with a trace of Exotic Power.

However, in the next moment, a spear suddenly thrust forward like lightning. A wisp of Exotic Power also coiled around the spearhead, forming crackling arcs of electricity.

"Demon Suppressing Division's One-Character Lightning Spear!?"

The iron-faced man's eyes suddenly widened, a tremor of fear in his heart.

With a "clang," a loud explosion sounded. This spear strike, accurate and without error, hit the saber's body, creating intense sparks and a surge of energy that scattered in all directions.

The iron-faced man felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth, his saber flying from his grasp. The next moment, a sudden, intense pain struck his chest, flesh and blood flying. He was then hit by the spear's unstoppable piercing energy, his body sent flying like a tattered cloth bag.

With a "bang," the iron-faced man slammed violently into a hidden secret passage on the mountain road behind him.

Dust and stone fragments immediately scattered everywhere, falling with a rustling sound.

Tap—tap—

A pair of heavy black boots landed on the ground. An invisible aura seemed to surround the wearer, causing the swirling dust to disperse again.

A middle-aged man, clad in black robes embroidered with golden sparrows and silver tigers, stood holding a spear. His brows were furrowed as he coldly eyed the iron-faced envoy in the secret passage, who was clearly beyond saving. He let out a cold snort.

"Wicked scoundrel! You deserve to die! You fled all the way here with your last bit of strength. It seems you have accomplices here you can rely on? Bring them out."

"You... you will regret this."

The iron-faced envoy sneered, looking at the middle-aged man. Fresh blood flowed from his chest. He suddenly roared with all his might towards the depths of the secret passage.

"Lord Cang..."

The middle-aged man frowned. He saw from the iron-faced envoy's expression that something was wrong. He quickly stepped forward and finished him off with his spear.

The environment within the secret passage was dark and damp. The black stone walls were mottled with stains, covered in withered moss. No one emerged.

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then suddenly disassembled his long spear into two short spears. Relying on his superior skill and courage, he slowly entered the secret passage.

He hadn't gone far before reaching a spacious cavern. He suddenly stopped, his expression grim as he stared at the scene within a pit in the ground before him.

Within the pit, three small wooden coffins were conspicuously placed.

Inside the coffins were three shriveled heads, like rotten pomelos, with disheveled hair.

In front of each head, an oil lamp was burning. Astonishingly, they could still burn even buried in the earth. A scent that made one's hair stand on end wafted from the burning oil.

"Corpse Driver? Flying Head Zombie?!"

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted, and he instinctively took a step back.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something terrifying was breathing on him. A pair of eyes filled with malice stared intently at him.

"Die—!"

He roared, suddenly crossing and swinging the short spears in his hands.

Crack—

Lightning-like arcs of electricity instantly illuminated the surroundings.

A ferocious, disheveled, large head filled with malevolence appeared behind him. It easily flew, evading his powerful spear strike.

Suddenly, something slippery and viscous, like intestines, wrapped around the head whipped out like a whip.

"Bang bang!—"

After only a few exchanges, the short spears in the middle-aged man's hands were knocked away. He was struck, spitting blood as he was sent flying.

"Golden Sparrow Tiger Guard of the Demon Suppressing Division, you shouldn't have come to die. I didn't want to start killing so early."

A chilling voice echoed from the darkness, accompanied by the sound of a death-knell-like bell. The evil Flying Head Zombie lunged again.