Slay the Yellow Weasel

This kind of scene.

Who had ever seen it?

Treating people like livestock—killing them, deceiving them, eating them.

To it,

people were nothing but two-legged sheep.

"Blergh!!!"

The utterly vicious and humiliating sight made several villagers following behind clamp hands over their mouths, nearly vomiting.

Many of them knew how terrifying and savage demon beasts were.

But seeing it with their own eyes was another matter entirely.

Hearing the footsteps,

the Yellow Weasel stopped what it was doing.

It wiped the corner of its mouth.

Its narrow vertical pupils, gleaming with cunning and cruelty,

turned toward Lu Yuan and the others.

Its gaze fell upon Kong Jie's constable uniform.

It paused for a moment.

"Chen Kuang didn't come? He just sent you two little brats over as snacks?"

The Yellow Weasel spoke human words.

Its voice was shrill and grating.

Its expression carried lofty arrogance and mocking amusement.

The Yellow Weasel's words

made Lu Yuan narrow his eyes.

This Yellow Weasel really was connected to Chen Kuang, the team captain of the constabulary.

But wasn't it being far too brazen about it?

Or perhaps, in its eyes, Lu Yuan and the others were already dead.

They had heard the information, and that was that.

Lu Yuan said nothing, merely standing quietly where he was.

Kong Jie, on the other hand, could no longer keep a straight face.

Looking at the headless corpse sliced into pieces on the wooden table, then at the trembling women, the horrific scene of demon beasts massacring his home village flashed through his mind.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot. His chest heaved violently, and irrepressible killing intent and fury surged in his gaze.

Yet he clenched his teeth hard and did not draw his saber.

Because he knew he was no match for this Yellow Weasel.

And if he enraged this beast, given its savagery, it would likely start another slaughter. Everyone in the village would die.

The Yellow Weasel keenly caught the humiliation and rage in Kong Jie's eyes.

Yet it did not get angry. Instead, it bared a mouthful of sharp teeth in a grin.

"You're quite interesting. Come here."

A human-like smile appeared on its face.

It extended a furry claw and beckoned to the two of them, as though calling over two dogs begging with wagging tails.

It enjoyed imitating humans, especially treating other living creatures like livestock.

Ordering them about, controlling life and death.

But now, their positions had merely switched.

"Huff... huff..."

Kong Jie's breathing grew strained.

Before coming here, he had asked around.

Many people in the yamen would swallow their pride before demon beasts, stabilize them first, and wait for a captain or an expert to resolve the matter later.

But now, truly facing a demon beast,

watching his own kind be butchered and eaten like pigs and dogs,

and being toyed with like livestock himself,

Kong Jie felt utterly humiliated.

"What are you standing around for? The Immortal Master told us to go over."

Lu Yuan's voice rang out.

He gave Kong Jie a shove.

Kong Jie staggered, then turned to glance at Lu Yuan.

There was contempt in his eyes.

Earlier, he had thought Lu Yuan was different from the others because he refused to bring gifts to demon beasts.

Who would have thought he was cut from the same cloth?

Lu Yuan naturally did not care about Kong Jie's expression.

His face was piled with smiles, though the hand gripping his rusty saber quietly tightened.

"You brat, you really are suited to being a lackey."

Hearing Lu Yuan call it "Immortal Master"

greatly pleased the Yellow Weasel.

"Idiot. You brought the things but don't even know to present them."

"Set them before this Immortal Master like offerings."

The Yellow Weasel barked at Kong Jie.

It sat bolt upright now, wearing the bearing of one enjoying incense offerings.

Kong Jie took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the humiliation in his heart.

He opened the bundle and arranged the fruit, pastries, and roast chicken one by one on the wooden table before the Yellow Weasel.

The villagers watched the constables sent by the yamen

offer up the Yellow Weasel like a deity in some temple.

Every one of them felt utter despair.

The Yellow Weasel picked up a chicken leg and took a bite, the human-like smugness in its eyes growing stronger.

It swallowed the meat, then shifted its gaze toward Kong Jie. A strange glint flashed through its narrow eyes.

It suddenly rose to its feet, clasping its hands behind its back.

Imitating a human,

it paced two steps.

Then it spoke faintly. "Tell me, do I look like a person, or like a god?"

The moment those words fell,

the air seemed to freeze.

Upon hearing them, sweat instantly poured down Kong Jie's forehead like a waterfall.

He had heard folk legends about this. The Yellow Weasel was Seeking Ennoblement.

Once a Yellow Weasel cultivated to a certain level, it would seek ennoblement from humans.

If you said it looked like a god, it could borrow your fortune and auspicious words to take human form, but you would have to bear the karmic consequences of its transformation. At best, your lifespan would be shortened; at worst, your family would be destroyed and its members scattered.

If you said it did not look like a god, ruining its cultivation, it would resent you and pursue you to the ends of the earth.

The demon before him might indeed be somewhat godlike.

But if he truly said it looked like a god,

wouldn't that mean a human was worshipping a beast as a god?

It would bring shame upon eighteen generations of his ancestors.

Seeing Kong Jie drenched in sweat and remaining silent,

a cruel look surfaced in the Yellow Weasel's eyes.

It leaned close to Kong Jie.

Its sharp claws stroked across Kong Jie's face.

It reminded him sinisterly, "This Immortal Master asked you a question, and you won't speak? Do you think this Immortal Master is too kind? Shall I put on a show for you—eat a few people and let you see?"

As it spoke, the Yellow Weasel swept its gaze toward the women nearby.

At once, those women collapsed to the ground.

They were terrified out of their wits.

"I..."

Kong Jie trembled all over and shut his eyes in despair.

"Immortal Master, I think you look like..."

At that moment,

Lu Yuan, whose face was full of ingratiating smiles, suddenly spoke in a low voice.

His voice was kept very low.

His words were somewhat indistinct as well.

The Yellow Weasel did not hear him clearly.

It frowned, displeased with Lu Yuan's volume.

Moreover, Lu Yuan had been respectfully calling it Immortal Master all along.

So the Yellow Weasel was greatly anticipating

what would come from Lu Yuan's mouth now.

"Come here. Speak louder. This Immortal Master didn't hear you."

The Yellow Weasel beckoned Lu Yuan over.

"Alright, Immortal Master. Listen carefully."

Lu Yuan approached with a beaming smile, walking step by step until he stood beside the Yellow Weasel, less than half a meter away.

He slowly raised his head. The face that had been full of fawning smiles was now cold with bone-deep frost.

"I think you look like..."

Lu Yuan's voice suddenly exploded beside the Yellow Weasel's ear.

Like a thunderclap.

"A DOG-BORN BEAST!!!"

Boom!!!!

The instant those words left his mouth,

everyone present,

including Kong Jie and the villagers, froze.

The Yellow Weasel's vertical pupils

suddenly contracted.

Towering rage and killing intent

instantly surged within it.

It opened its blood-filled maw,

ready to bite the head off this fool who did not know death from life.

Clang!

A chilling saber cry.

The rusty saber left its sheath!

At such close range,

Lu Yuan gave the Yellow Weasel no chance to react.

Great Completion Wild Bull Force erupted within him, his blood and qi flooding into both arms like furious dragons.

The Perfect Realm Basic Demon-Slaying Saber Technique returned complexity to simplicity. There was no flourish to the slash—only the purest, most extreme speed and power.