Dragon-Slaying Department

Everyone present was stunned by this situation. They knew that the young masters of the Bai Household usually indulged in drinking, gambling, and womanizing, but they never expected them to be so useless at a crucial moment.

I was actually so scared I peed my pants.

A faint, pungent odor wafted from Bai Chengwan's crotch, causing the monsters at the surrounding tables to instinctively move their chairs back.

Hu Mang blinked and said, "Young Master Bai Household's kidneys are so weak, Fifth Aunt, could you please give him some treatment? But do beauty salons offer such services?"

Liu Wuniang smiled and said, "We'll consider it later."

Bai Siniang's face turned from green to red, then from red to black, but she managed to endure it. She even took a deep breath and forced a smile at Mama Hu.

"Your Hu Mang is really something! When did it form its core? I didn't know!"

Mama Hu was taken aback, and almost instinctively said, "Recently, just recently."

Then Bai Siniang gave her son a disdainful look and scolded, "Get home, you shameful thing!"

The white hedgehog scurried off the table and simply disappeared.

Huang Jiayou glanced at the other party with schadenfreude, then looked at Hu Mang with lingering fear. Fortunately, the Hu and Huang families had always had a good relationship; otherwise, he would have wet himself if he had been subjected to the suppression of Divine Sense at the Golden Core level.

"Oh, by the way, why isn't there a classic segment at this engagement party, like the one that shows the couple's love story from childhood to adulthood?"

Both Hu Mang and Liu Manqing looked at Huang Jiayou with a subtle gaze. Did they have any romantic experiences?

Huang Jiayou chuckled and waved his hand. Soon, a large screen was brought up. After a series of operations, the screen lit up quickly. Then, amidst a chorus of astonishment from the dozens of tables present, what was being shown on the screen was not the so-called "love story" at all, but rather the specific projects that Pine Peak Security had lost money on over the years, even including specific operating losses, such as the Bai Household's embezzlement.

These internal data are impossible to obtain without insiders.

The expressions of the demons present grew increasingly strange, and they began to whisper among themselves.

After enduring it once, Fourth Aunt Bai finally lost her temper and exploded on the spot.

"You surnamed Huang, are you really going to publicly sever all ties?"

"No, that's not true, Aunt Bai. Our company is aiming for an IPO, so why not do a rehearsal first, like releasing internal financial reports or something? Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't know until I saw it, and I was shocked. Fourth Aunt, you're really vigorous for your age! You're actually using company money to support dozens of male models. No wonder your son followed suit and now his prostate is failing."

Hu Mang wouldn't admit it, but Huang Jiayou's actions were indeed a bit shady. And the fact that they could even get their hands on this kind of data suggests that there are quite a few people within the company who are dissatisfied with Aunt Bai. There were even images on the screen of Aunt Bai having intimate contact with male models. There weren't such diverse and exciting things to do in ancient times, were there?

Aunt Bai does have her own people within the company, but the problem is that today, at the Liu Residence, the Bai Household's faction was all blocked outside, so for so long, not a single person present spoke up for Aunt Bai.

And for some unknown reason, Aunt Bai's biggest backer at the company, Eighth Master Hui, has yet to arrive.

Finally, a Yin Qi Divine Sense swept across the screen, and it went black instantly.

Hu Mang's gaze fell on the old man next to Fourth Aunt Bai. Compared to the previous mechanical magician, the old man seemed to have no trace of modification, but he gave Hu Mang a very familiar feeling, the feeling of an overseas native.

The old man looked to be about sixty or seventy years old. He was thin and wore an old-fashioned dark gray long gown. He sat hunched over in the chair, like an old tree that was about to die.

However, when he opened his eyes, the eerie aura still enveloped the entire area.

The Hu Mang's Yin Eye were stimulated and opened, and it directly saw the scene of countless paper money and ashes falling from the ceiling.

Fourth Aunt Bai regained her composure, even smiling alluringly. "What, are you going to use human rules to restrain us demons? Hu Sanniang is such a fool. Do you Xiaoyi people also have such outdated ideas?"

The old man's gaze fell on Hu Mang, and he finally spoke, his Heavenly Gate strained and unnatural, "What happened last night, did you do it?"

"You're from the overseas demonic path, and your demonic path's business has even extended into Heavenly Gate," Hu Mang retorted.

If Ji Xiaodao hadn't been there, Hu Mang would have had to demonstrate his credentials as a member of the demonic path at this point.

But doing this now would be no different from confessing under one's real name.

The old man then turned his gaze to the person next to Liu Wuniang and spoke again.

"I smell a familiar scent on you. Are you also a member of the Holy Cult?"

The middle-aged man beside Liu Wuniang chuckled:

"I do possess the legacy of the Demonic Sect from back then, but it has nothing to do with your Northern Demonic Cult. Based on my status back then, I should be called the Heavenly Demon Saintess of the Eastern Demonic Cult."

Saintess?

Hu Mang blinked.

Although this middle-aged man was one of the few people on the field he wasn't sure about, wasn't this saintess going a bit too far?

You're going even further than Fourth Aunt Bai! Are you going to cross-dress too?

Based on his knowledge of anti-magic techniques learned since childhood, the Northern Demonic Cult is also known as the Sinful Earth Sect, while the Eastern Demonic Cult should be called... the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Everything matches!

The old man opposite him was clearly also shocked by the other party's identity. Of course, the reasons for his shock might be different from Hu Mang's, but he was still very shocked.

Is the Holy Cult Sect still operating inside the Heavenly Gate?

"Well, actually quite a few have inherited it. Besides our two families, the other three families also have it," the middle-aged man continued with a smile.

"However, I don't know much about those who escaped through the lines back then. I heard you rebuilt the altar and changed its name, what was it again, the Mechanical Ascension Cult, right?"

The old man snorted coldly.

"Back then, Martial Emperor, riding the Sea Dragon Vein, decisively defeated the leaders of the five great Holy Cult. We accepted our defeat. Later, the New Heavenly Gate embarked on the path of industrial cultivation, wiping out our remnants in the Middle Earth. We learned our lesson and realized that since our cultivation had fallen behind due to technological advancements, our reorganized Holy Cult must naturally be more advanced than the Heavenly Gate's. From our current perspective, some of the Heavenly Gate's technologies are indeed too immature and conservative. Sooner or later, we will make a comeback."

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded.

"I'm really looking forward to it, but I have a question I'd like to ask you, sir. You—"

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, a commotion arose both inside and outside the hall. Accompanied by shouts of "Eighth Master," a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion strode in, clutching a white hedgehog in his hand.

"Myna!"

Bai Siniang stood up in surprise, as if she had found a powerful backer.

The remaining three families—Huang, Hu, and Liu—whether old or Xiaoyi, all stood up.

"Eighth Master," "My Eighth Brother," "Elder Uncle!"

Those who did not experience that era would probably find it difficult to understand the status of Eighth Master Hui among the Five Families and even the Five Dynasties' monsters.

Of course, Hu Mang still vividly remembers the impressive scene of him leading the Five Great Households to suppress the demons.

Moreover, Eighth Master Hui's aura is just as unfathomable as it was back then.

Golden Core? Nascent Soul?

Eighth Master Hui glanced around, paused for a moment in front of the middle-aged man who called himself the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Path, then tossed the hedgehog in his hand to Fourth Aunt Bai and got straight to the point.

"Don't count on mobilizing that privately crafted imitation Daoist army you have. The demons at the foot of the mountain have already been mostly captured by the Demon Suppression Bureau. If I hadn't intervened, your son would be in there too."

Fourth Aunt Bai's expression changed drastically, even showing a hint of fear.

Smuggling is nothing compared to building a private army.

Then he looked at the other families among the Five Great Households.

"Third Sister, Fifth Sister, I know you each have your own schemes, and may even be plotting to kill each other. But the current situation is that the foot of the mountain is already surrounded by the Demon-Suppressing Guard and the Devil-Suppressing Guard, and the magic array that imprisoned Spiritual Qi has already been activated. In this situation, if we fight amongst ourselves, we will all die together."

The old man from overseas, a practitioner of demonic arts, also changed his expression, exclaiming in shock and anger, "Someone informed on us?"

Eighth Master Hui glanced at the other party and said calmly, "It's not your fault, or rather, they weren't targeting you. Your little matter is nothing here. Fifth Sister, your secret research on the Dragon Vein has been exposed."

This time, even the usually composed Liu Wuniang couldn't remain calm.

Eighth Master Hui then looked at the shifty-eyed Huang Jiayou and said, "Huang Household brat, you must have kept your old man's belongings with you at all times, right?"

"Of course, Eighth Master, I use it to save my life," Huang Jiayou forced a smile.

Eighth Master Hui nodded, then looked at Mama Hu.

"Third sister, it's kind of you to come back and cause trouble. It's all about those old grudges, and I doubt you wanted to. Once this is over, you can go back to the south and live your life in peace. I guarantee no one will bother you."

Mama Hu took a deep breath and nodded.

Eighth Master Hui glanced around and said, "Now that all five of us are here, if it were just one family, we could only open the Underworld passage. But if all five of us join forces, we can open the Yin-Yang Passage left behind by the Ghost Lord. In any case, let's escape first. As for your grudges, you can settle them yourselves later, or I can arrange it."

"Deal with it?" A cold laugh rang out. In a corner of the Liu Household's hall, Ji Xiaodao opened the black box, pulled out the exaggerated dragon-shaped tiger guillotine, and the Dao Ying in his eyes was almost solidified. His smile became ferocious.

"None of you will escape today; you'll all be dealt with!"

Before she finished speaking, she gripped the knife with both hands, raised it high above her head, and then brought it down with a sudden slash!

That strike had no fancy techniques, no charging up, no momentum; it was just a simple, direct slash.

But the moment the blade fell, the air in the entire hall seemed to be cleaved in two. A visible white shockwave surged to both sides along the trajectory of the blade, and the blue bricks on the ground cracked from directly below the blade, the cracks extending all the way to the walls of the hall before finally stopping.

The blade flashed like a white ribbon, carrying the resolute force to cut through everything, and slashed straight at Eighth Master Hui's face.

Eighth Master Hui stood still, neither retreating nor dodging. He simply raised his right hand, extended two fingers—the index and middle fingers together—and gently pinched them just before the blade was about to fall.

"Clang--!!!"

A dull clang of metal clashing echoed through the hall. The menacing dragon-shaped tiger guillotine was firmly held between Eighth Master Hui's two fingers, the blade no more than three inches from his forehead, yet it could not advance any further.

The blade trembled violently, emitting a buzzing sound, but Eighth Master Hui's fingers remained as still as iron clamps.

"The swords of the Dragon-Slaying Department, are indeed quite impressive," said Eighth Master Hui indifferently.