Night of Vengeance! Storming the Wang Family!

The strength boost from a white-quality Second Rank Rat Demon Corpse was 1,000 jin. The Fox Demon and Hui Wu's corpses had previously been at this same level.

But the enhanced blue-quality Sturdy Physique was clearly different.

The strength boost granted by the enhanced brothers Hui San and Hui Si had both reached 3,000 jin, nearly matching the boost Hui Er provided.

"My one-arm strength has reached 63,000 jin."

Mu Yang clenched his fist, then drew the long saber at his waist and swung it a few times in the courtyard.

A few days ago, when he had first obtained this saber, wielding it had still felt somewhat cumbersome. Now, it was practically as though he held nothing at all.

"Too light. I need a heavier weapon."

The Feather-Command Broadblade, which weighed only a little over 300 jin, was like an ordinary adult man wielding a thin willow branch to Mu Yang, whose one-arm strength had reached 63,000 jin—so light it could be ignored.

Unfortunately, the County Office Armory had limited resources. Even if he wanted to replace it, there was nothing available.

He could only wait until he went to the Prefecture City.

"I wonder what good things the Wang Family has..."

After murmuring softly, Mu Yang stored two First Rank demon corpses in the cellar. He casually picked up the remaining First Rank demon corpse, his gaze drifting into the distance.

The night was black as ink. Chilly gusts stirred the hem of his deep-black robe, and a biting killing intent suddenly rose within the courtyard.

With a sharp weapon in hand, the urge to kill arose on its own.

It was time to settle the final score with the Wang Family!

Within the Wang Family estate, in the study.

Though the night was dark, the study was bright as day beneath the illumination of numerous lamps.

The tung oil that ordinary commoners could not bear to use would not even appear in Wang Rudong's study.

The study used only premium sheep-fat wax, which carried a faint, elegant fragrance.

Yet at this moment, within this study that cost a fortune each day to maintain, Wang Rudong had no mind to enjoy it. His brows were tightly furrowed, his face full of gravity.

"Has it been confirmed? Was Yellow Wind Old Monster truly among the dead Rat Demons?" Wang Rudong's voice was hoarse, carrying even a trace of disbelief.

Yellow Wind Old Monster, whom he both loved and hated, whom he had feared for so long, had simply died like that?

Even now, it still felt somewhat unreal to him.

"Y-Yes, Master, it is absolutely true!" Wang Fu said in a trembling voice. "This afternoon, nearly every guard stationed at the city gate, along with the nearby peddlers, saw the wooden cart piled full of demon corpses. They were stacked one atop another, and Yellow Wind Old Monster's head was right at the top!"

"Moreover, according to what the peddlers at the gate heard, all these demon corpses were killed by Mu Yang alone!"

After saying that, Wang Fu could not help but shudder.

As the Wang Family steward and Wang Rudong's confidant, he knew all too well about the relationship between Mu Yang and his family.

From Hui Jiu and Hui Wu, to Hui Er's attack, to the Rat Demons slaughtering the village—nearly all of it had ties to the Wang Family.

Fortunately, the Wang Family had acted discreetly enough and left no evidence outside. Otherwise, if that ruthless fiend set his sights on them, the Wang Family would be in serious trouble!

"Killed by one man, killed by one man..."

Wang Rudong slowly closed his eyes and murmured softly.

In the past, he had been deeply calculating, never letting joy or anger show on his face. But now, he could hardly suppress the shock in his heart.

He could understand Yellow Wind Old Monster's children being killed, but he had personally witnessed Yellow Wind Old Monster's strength. With his Demon Fiend Fishy Wind, no martial artist below the Fourth-Stage Condensing Qi Realm could oppose him.

How had a young constable whose hair had barely grown in managed it?

More importantly, with Yellow Wind Old Monster dead, he no longer had a steady source of Blood Pills. The Demon Blood External Method he had switched to cultivating could no longer continue.

Breaking through to the Fourth-Stage Condensing Qi Realm was now a distant dream!

"Master, wh-what should we do now?" Wang Fu asked cautiously.

Wang Rudong took a deep breath and forced himself to focus on the matter at hand.

Huang Feng was dead, so there was certainly no solution to the Blood Pill matter for the time being. The urgent priority was to make sure there were no flaws in his contact with Huang Feng or in the sending of letters.

Otherwise, if that brat got hold of evidence, the Wang Family would likely have to bleed heavily.

Worse still, Zhou Heng might seize the opportunity, causing the Wang Family's century-old foundation to collapse in one stroke.

Wang Rudong pondered for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "Pass down the order. From this moment on, everyone in the Wang Family is to behave themselves and not stir up trouble."

As he spoke, a crimson gleam emerged in Wang Rudong's eyes, while black-red blood energy faintly surged around him. "Also, deal with everyone who knew about Yellow Wind Mountain. Not even the slightest whisper of this matter can leak out."

Everyone?

Wang Fu's heart trembled.

Those were all trusted elites of the Wang Family.

But seeing his master's terrifying expression, like a beast ready to devour someone, how could he dare object? He immediately bowed and acknowledged the order.

"Enough. Go. Handle it as quickly as possible." Wang Rudong seemed to realize that he had lost control of his emotions somewhat. Slowly drawing back the blood energy spilling from his body, he waved a hand.

"Yes, Master!"

Wang Fu hurriedly nodded.

Just then.

"Wang Rudong, get the hell out here, you bastard!!"

A thunderous roar rang out from outside.

Crimson light flashed in Wang Rudong's eyes, and the blood energy he had just suppressed surged again.

In Qingxi County, someone actually dared to force their way into the Wang Family in the middle of the night and call out the name of him, the Wang Family patriarch.

They truly had grown tired of living!

Had he gone without making a move for so many years that the people of the county had forgotten his former prestige?

Perfect. He was in a foul mood, so he could vent it on this fool!

At the entrance to the Wang Family estate.

"What petty wretch dares bark wildly before my Wang Family gates!"

A coarse roar exploded as a muscular man, his entire body bulging with raised muscles, strode out through the vermilion gates.

His name was Wang Shijun, a direct descendant of the Wang Family's main line, Wang Rudong's son, and the most talented member of the Wang Family's younger generation.

Just past thirty, he had already broken through to the Tendon-Bone Realm and begun nurturing his Blood Marrow, reaching the Early Blood-Marrow Realm.

Wang Shijun stepped out, followed by five or six Wang Family servants at his side.

Each held a Black Gold Iron Staff and looked fierce and vicious.

Judging by their auras, nearly all were First Rank Skin and Flesh Realm martial artists.

Their one-arm strength was almost certainly no less than 500 jin.

They were all Wang Family elites.

"A constable?"

Wang Shijun looked toward the man who had shouted. He wore a fitted deep-black outfit, with a bronze-patterned belt clasp around his waist. He was tall and powerfully built, his sharply defined face handsome and heroic.

At that moment, his left hand rested on the hilt of a long broad saber at his waist, while his right hand held a blood-drenched Rat Demon Corpse.

It was none other than Mu Yang, who had just left his own courtyard.

"Who are you, and why are you making such a racket before my Wang Family in the middle of the night?"

Perhaps because of the Rat Demon Corpse, Wang Shijun did not immediately order the servants to attack. Instead, he frowned slightly and barked out his question.

These days, anyone capable of killing demons was no weakling.

He could not act rashly. If he caused trouble for his father, the position of family head might be at risk.

"Who am I?"

Mu Yang gave a scornful laugh and hurled the demon corpse in his hand before Wang Shijun, then demanded in a ringing voice:

"Your Wang Family colluded with Rat Demons, wreaked havoc upon the countryside, and even attempted to murder an imperial official! If this chief constable had not possessed some skill, then this day next year would likely have been my death anniversary! And you still have the nerve to question me? You are truly shameless scoundrels!"

The instant those words fell, Wang Shijun's expression changed dramatically.

Colluding with demons was a crime grave enough to wipe out an entire clan.

"A mere constable dares call himself an imperial official? You spout nonsense and falsely accuse my Wang Family! Men, get him!" Wang Shijun immediately roared.

Seeing Wang Shijun order an attack, Mu Yang did not hesitate either. He gripped the hilt in reverse and directly drew his saber from its sheath.

This was exactly the moment he had been waiting for.

So long as the Wang Family made a move, he could use it as justification to charge openly into their estate. While taking revenge, he could also search for evidence of their collusion with demons.

If he found it, naturally, everyone would be delighted.

Colluding with demons was an ironclad crime punishable by extermination of the entire clan.

Forget merely "mistakenly" killing a few Wang Family servants—even slaughtering the entire Wang Family clan would be lawful and proper enforcement of justice.

And if he found nothing, no matter. At worst, he had falsely accused good people and would return to pay a fine of three taels of silver as a warning.

As for anything else?

Openly, Zhou Heng was backing him. At most, they could dock some of his monthly pay.

Privately, the Wang Family could not beat him anyway. What could they do to him?