Slaying devils to earn a title—this was the sole standard for anyone who wished to become a Noble among the human race. And "devils" did not refer only to the Devil Race in the narrow sense; lackeys such as the Three-Eyed Society, which collaborated with the Devil Race, naturally counted as well. The Heaven-Piercing Sect's collusion with the Devil Race to sow chaos across the land had long been proven beyond doubt. As the Heaven-Piercing Sect's leader, Han Zhengfang was naturally a devil among devils—the most detestable kind.
Zhang Tie had not expected Xuanyuan Hill to put such a bounty on Han Zhengfang.
The fief of a province, a hereditary ducal title, the treatment accorded to one of the Three Excellencies, an iron certificate and vermilion writ that could pardon even the crime of rebellion, an imperial decree bringing glory to one's entire household... Taken together, these rewards could instantly propel anyone capable of killing Han Zhengfang to the pinnacle of life.
If it had been in the past, Zhang Tie would definitely have been tempted upon hearing such an extravagant reward. But now, hearing it from his elder brother, he felt only surprise. Tempted? That was impossible. He had only just set a trap and shoved the Devouring Party into the blazing pit of opposition against the Heaven-Piercing Sect. How could he possibly jump into it himself for such trifles?
A provincial fief would not let him eat or sleep ten times better than he already did. A ducal title would not speed up his cultivation. The glory and treatment of the Three Excellencies would not suddenly grant him some overbearing kingly aura. He had neither the ambition nor the interest to rebel, and an iron certificate and vermilion writ was no more than a lump of iron to