Cuiyun Circuit Demon Suppression Headquarters, Suppression Commissioner Luo Zheng!

Yang Xiao originally intended to use the golden kite to carry the three people away quickly.

But they discovered that the kite could only carry two people.

When he and Li Hanguang stood side by side, the kite didn't sway, but there was no room for a third person.

We can't leave Qin Lie, who is seriously injured, exposed to the fierce winds at high altitude.

Li Hanguang patted the dust off his robes, expressing slight regret that he couldn't go to heaven.

"Forget it, let's switch to a horse-drawn carriage."

So the last carriage to set off was a horse-drawn carriage from the Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division. It had blue cloth curtains, a spacious interior, and thick, soft mattresses.

The driver was an old coachman from the company, who had been driving for most of his life and was both steady and fast.

On the day of departure, it was still dark.

Li Hanguang personally carried Qin Lie into the carriage, placing two layers of soft mattresses under him. His two severed arms were secured with wooden boards and cloth strips. Every time he moved, he would first check Qin Lie's expression.

Yang Xiao lifted the curtain and glanced inside.

Qin Lie's face remained ashen; it was unclear how much longer he could hold on.

Let's go.

Without delay, Li Hanguang quickly climbed into the carriage and sat down next to Qin Lie, while Yang Xiao sat on the side closest to the carriage curtain.

The wheels rumbled and rolled over the Bluestone.

They walked for fifteen days straight.

The groom did not prioritize speed above all else.

When the official road was smooth, he spurred his horse to trot. As soon as he entered the mountain road, the wheels began to bounce, so he pulled on the reins and slowed down. Sometimes, when he encountered long stretches of gravel slopes, he had to slow down even more.

Li Hanguang mostly sat in the carriage watching over Qin Lie.

He checked her breathing every hour without fail.

Qin Lie often fell into a coma after being seriously injured.

Occasionally, when I wake up, I only open my eyes to glance out the window, my gaze slowly sweeping over the people in the carriage before closing them again shortly afterward.

Li Hanguang would report his itinerary to him in a low voice, and Qin Lie might not be able to answer.

Most of the time, he would simply twitch a finger or briefly open his eyes to indicate that he had heard.

Yang Xiao, on the other hand, rarely falls into a deep sleep.

He mostly sat on the carriage shaft or walked alongside it, his Killing Intent Perception always activated.

When leaving Qingzhou for the first time, one should always be more cautious.

On the afternoon of the fifteenth day, the carriage finally entered the territory of Lanzhou.

As we approached Lanzhou, a city even more magnificent than Qingzhou came into view.

On the way, Yang Xiao imagined what the Cuiyun Circuit headquarters would look like more than once.

The Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division was already quite impressive, with black walls, high gates, and a large courtyard, along with alarm bells and flagpoles, and groups of Demon Suppression Guard coming and going.

Since the Cuiyun Circuit General Headquarters governs an entire Dao and several prefectures, it should be several times the size of the Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division.

But when the carriage stopped in front of a government office, he was stunned.

The gate of the mansion was not large, and could not even be described as grand.

A black plaque hangs under the eaves, its characters bold and deep, but the gold paint has long since faded, leaving only a grayish-yellow hue.

Only two stone beasts squat on either side of the steps in front of the gate, their outlines rounded by wind and rain, full of the weight of time.

There were no troops or carriages around.

They couldn't even hear the commands of the ordinary Demon Suppression Guard during their drills.

Only two soldiers stood guard on either side of the gate, their armor clean, but they were as quiet as two stakes.

Yang Xiao subconsciously looked at Li Hanguang.

Li Hanguang knew what he was wondering about, so he lifted the curtain, got out of the carriage, and straightened his robes. "The General Headquarters is mainly responsible for overall coordination, so there's no need for a large number of people."

Yang Xiao seemed to be deep in thought.

As soon as the carriage came to a stop in front of the gate, two soldiers immediately stepped forward.

"Li Hanguang, Assistant Commander of the Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division."

Li Hanguang didn't put on airs; he first took out the Qingzhou seal and handed it over with both hands.

"I have been ordered to deliver the performance report." He paused, his voice turning serious. "Governor Qin is seriously injured; please inform the Pacification Commissioner Commander immediately."

The sergeant took the seal and bowed his head to verify it.

Upon hearing the words "Governor Qin of Qingzhou," the older soldier paused, looking up into the carriage.

When they saw the ashen-faced old man clearly, their expression immediately changed.

"General Li, please wait a moment!"

One person turned and went inside to report, while the other opened the side door and ushered the carriage into the front yard to wait.

The front yard is small, paved with blue bricks, and has a few old cypress trees.

Only after the carriage was led to a stop under the eaves did Li Hanguang finally loosen his grip slightly.

Finally entering the main gate of the government office, he let out a long breath and his expression relaxed slightly.

"We've finally arrived."

While the two waited.

A burly man appeared out of nowhere in front of the courtyard.

He looked to be in his forties, with sharp eyebrows and fierce eyes. Despite his enormous size, resembling a body cultivator, he appeared silently.

He wore a dark red, coarse linen top, open at the front, revealing his strong, bronze skin covered in old scars. A simple black leather belt cinched his waist, and he wore black trousers and leather boots.

His head was not adorned with a crown; his long hair was simply tied up with a rough piece of animal bone from some unknown part of his body.

Just standing there, you feel a heavy sense of oppression.

This person did nothing, just stood there, yet it reminded him of the feeling when he fought Xuan Zhen.

No, it's even more unfathomable than Xuan Zhen!

With a slight thought, he subtly probed the area, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea; he could not fathom its depth.

A chill ran through me.

Li Hanguang stepped to the side and whispered, "This is Luo Zheng, the Garrison Pacification Commissioner of Cuiyun Circuit."

Ignoring the two people standing to the side, Luo Zheng walked straight to the carriage and lifted the curtain.

"Qin Lie?"

There was no response from inside the carriage, so Luo Zheng reached out to check for breath.

Three breaths later.

He gave the order in a very fast voice:

"Prepare a quiet room." He then turned to the inner treasury and said, "Go and fetch the emergency elixir of life."

The two soldiers accepted the order and quickly left.

A moment later, a soldier brought over a palm-sized jade box containing three longan-sized pills, all white in color.

As soon as the box was opened, a medicinal fragrance wafted out.

Yang Xiao felt refreshed after just one sniff, and even the fatigue from not having rested for more than ten days was greatly reduced.

Li Hanguang, standing to the side, had a glimmer of light in his eyes, his voice barely concealing his excitement.

"This is Spirit Nourishing Pill, which is extremely beneficial for repairing the soul!"

Luo Zheng picked up one, and a glint of light enveloped his palm.

The Spirit Nourishing Pill dissolved silently in his palm like snow falling into hot water, condensing into a wisp of lustrous medicinal power.

With a flick of his finger, it disappeared into Qin Lie's mouth.

Buzz--!

A very faint tremor rippled through Qin Lie's body.

The medicinal power transformed into a warm current, slowly flowing along the meridians. The faint light of the orange-yellow Dao Infant on Qin Lie's chest trembled, then slowly stabilized, becoming even brighter than before.

The previously intermittent breathing gradually became steady.

His tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but the ashen look on his face remained.

Luo Zheng withdrew his hand, and the spiritual light at his fingertips dissipated.

He shook his wrist, as if to shake off some of the soreness and numbness, and his tone remained straightforward. "Send him to a quiet room; how much he recovers depends on his own fate."

Two soldiers carefully lifted Qin Lie off the carriage and carried him to a quiet room in the backyard.

Li Hanguang took two steps and glanced back at Qin Lie's back before being stopped by Luo Zheng's booming voice.

Li Hanguang.

"Here!" Li Hanguang was startled, his whole body trembling.

"When Old Man Qin left back then, his injuries weren't this severe. What happened?"

After a pause, the burly man frowned and asked again.

"Where is Pei Xuance? All these years, that brat still doesn't dare to come see me?"