Shangpan Village

A dozen or so iron-blooded men knelt stiffly on one knee in the middle of the official road.

Jiang Yuechu stood where she was, silent.

Still not going?

Did this even need thinking about?

Only a lunatic would go!

She could barely look after herself.

The people of Shangpan Village were suffering terribly.

But in this world, who wasn't suffering?

If she died just like that, who would pity her?

Besides, she knew absolutely nothing about the strength of those Wolf Demons.

Even with a cheat at her side, the best plan was to start by squeezing the soft persimmons.

Find somewhere deserted, secretly grind monsters for levels, and grow stronger step by step. That was the true survival creed of a transmigrator!

Rushing in recklessly carried too much risk for too little reward.

Only an idiot would do it.

With her current intimidating appearance, she only needed to toss out an excuse like "official business" or "another important case" to brush this matter aside.

Even if the people before her were unwilling, they would never dare let out another fart in front of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

But the words reached her lips.

Then she saw the light in Chen Qingyuan's eyes gradually dim.

The men behind him were the same.

To them, Jiang Yuechu's silence was already a wordless refusal.

Of course.

What kind of existence was the Demon Suppression Bureau?

A few wild demons slaughtering a village was probably such an ordinary matter to such great figures that it would not even make it into the case files.

In the end, he had hoped for too much.

Chen Qingyuan slowly lowered his head, his voice filled with bitterness.

"It was... presumptuous of me."

A wave of stifled sighs sounded behind him.

The night wind swept past, rolling up dust from the ground.

What a damned world.

A nameless fire suddenly surged up from the depths of Jiang Yuechu's heart.

So fucking annoying.

She was no saint, nor did she want to be a hero.

Yet seeing them like this made an inexplicable irritation rise in her chest.

She slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and lowered her voice. "Tell me the situation."

Those four short words made the already despairing Chen Qingyuan freeze.

"My lord... my lord, you... you agreed?!"

Jiang Yuechu turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"Why are you spouting so much nonsense?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Chen Qingyuan was so excited that his words came out in a jumble. He hurriedly climbed to his feet and gave Jiang Yuechu another deep bow.

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you for saving the hundred or so people of Shangpan Village!"

The dozen or so men behind him also rose one after another.

"Thank you, my lord!"

It was not that they were truly so chivalrous that they insisted on risking their lives for unrelated villagers.

Guangwu County governed four villages: Shangpan, Zhongpan, Xiapan, and Dapan.

The villages throughout these ten miles and eight townships looked up without seeing one another and lowered their heads without missing one another. Their ties ran deep and tangled, and every household had some relative or connection.

When all was said and done, they were saving their own families.

A young man with childishness still on his face reacted first. He quickly led over a handsome, tall horse and respectfully offered its reins to Jiang Yuechu.

"My lord, please."

Jiang Yuechu did not stand on ceremony and swung herself onto the horse.

She had ridden horses occasionally in her previous life. Though she was far from adept, she could manage well enough and would not make a fool of herself.

The group delayed no longer. They turned their horses around and galloped back along the official road.

The night wind howled past her ears.

Chen Qingyuan rode alongside her, explaining the situation in detail as they traveled.

"That pack of Wolf Demons numbers around seven or eight. Their leader is a giant wolf covered in blue fur. It has opened its mouth and can speak human language."

"It calls itself Green-Faced Gentleman. It is swift and strong, with endless stamina and incomparably sharp claws and fangs. Ordinary blades cannot harm it at all. Two skilled swordsmen from my sect were torn apart in a single exchange."

"I fought it myself. Even after exhausting all my strength, I only left a wound beneath its ribs... That beast has likely entered the String-Hearing Realm."

Chen Qingyuan's tone was filled with apprehension.

String-Hearing?

String-Hearing again?

Jiang Yuechu's hand tightened slightly around the reins.

She knew nothing whatsoever about this world's cultivation realms.

But she now had a point of comparison.

That Tiger Demon had been a demon of the String-Hearing Realm.

If they were in the same realm...

She now possessed twenty-five years of Dao Cultivation, as well as Fierce Tiger Quickblade at the perfected realm.

It was not certain that she could not fight it.

Having thought it through, she felt greatly reassured.

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Chen Qingyuan continued, "As for the other wolves, they are merely minor demons that gained sentience not long ago. Though fierce, they are far less troublesome than that Green-Faced Wolf Demon. If the people of our Flying Eagle Sect join forces, we can barely handle them."

Jiang Yuechu said nothing. She merely nodded silently and committed every piece of information to memory.

The horses galloped onward, and the night passed without incident.

The horizon began to pale like the belly of a fish.

Shangpan Village was built against the mountain, its houses scattered in orderly layers.

A small river wound past the front of the village. It should have been a peaceful place where chickens and dogs could hear one another, a place with fine scenery and tranquil days.

The group pulled their reins and slowly stopped at the village entrance.

The stone stele engraved with Shangpan Village had fallen to one side, snapped into two pieces.

The village road where children once chased and played was now empty. Only congealed black bloodstains and scraps of torn clothing lay scattered across it.

Most scalp-numbing of all were the rows upon rows of wooden racks outside every house in the village.

They had originally been used by the villagers to dry clothes and cured meat.

But now, incomplete human bodies hung all over them.

Severed arms, thighs, torsos ripped open from belly to chest.

Even Chen Qingyuan, who had already seen this once before, turned deathly pale. His lips trembled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"My lord... this... is Shangpan Village."

Jiang Yuechu looked over it all without expression.

Her stomach churned like rivers and seas, but she forcibly suppressed it.

Not far from the village entrance, two Wolf Demons leaned against an earthen wall.

They were bare-chested, with only tattered shorts around their waists. They had clearly spotted this group of uninvited guests.

One of them raised its neck.

"Awoo—"

Chen Qingyuan and the others looked grave, each tightening their grip on their weapons.

Very soon.

Several figures swayed out from deep within the village road.

The Wolf Demon walking at the front was different from the rest.

It actually wore a blue long robe stolen from somewhere, its two claws clasped behind its back as it paced like a scholar.

But it was enormous, and the long robe stretched tightly over its body, looking utterly mismatched and especially ridiculous.

The Green-Shirt Wolf Demon narrowed its pair of gleaming green eyes, yawned, and looked thoroughly impatient.

"I thought some remarkable figure had come. So it is still you lot."

"Letting you escape yesterday was already heaven-sent luck. What, do you dare return today to deliver yourselves to death?"

Behind Chen Qingyuan, a young man could no longer hold himself back. His face flushed bright red.

"Beast!"

He cursed furiously, "You slaughtered our fellow villagers and occupied our village. Today, we will fight you to the death!"

"..."

Chen Qingyuan grabbed the young man who was about to dismount, but his gaze fell upon Jiang Yuechu.

Hearing this, the Green-Shirt Wolf Demon bared its teeth in a smile. "What? You are allowed to eat, but we are not?"

"Humans eat pigs and sheep; wolves eat humans. It is the natural order. Those so-called fellow villagers of yours are no different, in my eyes, from livestock in a pen."

"They are merely food."

The moment those words fell, everyone from the Flying Eagle Sect present had their eyes split with rage and could barely restrain themselves.

Just then.

A soft sound rang out.

Jiang Yuechu swung down from her horse, her boots stepping onto the dust-covered village road.

She did not speak. She merely rested one hand on the hilt of the blade at her waist.

One step.

Then another.

She walked toward the Green-Shirt Wolf Demon.

The Green-Shirt Wolf Demon, which had been talking grandly just moments ago, fell silent as well.

Its gaze finally shifted away from Chen Qingyuan and landed on the thin, frail figure approaching it.

When it saw the black uniform marked with crimson patterns, it straightened up. The claws behind its back slowly lowered as well.

The footsteps stopped.

Jiang Yuechu stood there, at the boundary between the morning light and the village's shadow.

The Green-Shirt Wolf Demon stared hard at her with its green eyes and asked probing, "Demon Suppression Bureau?"

Jiang Yuechu slowly raised her head.

Her long hair was tied behind her head, revealing a cold, pale face.

"Green-Faced Gentleman?"

Not only did she not answer, she questioned it instead.

The Wolf Demon's Adam's apple bobbed, and it answered instinctively, "Yes."

Only after answering did it realize something was wrong.

Fuck.

In terms of momentum, it had somehow already fallen short.

Before it could think further, Jiang Yuechu sneered.

"Very good."

"Killing a beast that can speak human words will make this trip worthwhile."

The Green-Shirt Wolf Demon flew into a rage. "If you were not wearing that skin, I would not even bother wasting words on you!"

After roaring those words, it felt that something was off.

The words were vicious enough, yet they sounded as if it were imitating the tone of the girl before it.

Realizing this made the Green-Shirt Wolf Demon even more irritated.

It spoke no further. It only slowly raised one claw, and five blade-like nails snapped out.

"Kill her!"

Green-Faced Gentleman

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