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Chapter 192: Clouds Part, Mist Disperses
Chapter 192: Clouds Part, Mist Disperses
After a brief rest in the fishing village, the group boarded the carriage back to the Demon Suppression General's mansion.
Old Master Chen Qiankun seemed quite pleased with the letter he had written and even provided his subordinates with fine yaoma horses, instructing them to deliver the letters swiftly.
Fang Heng, on the other hand, eyed the other carriage suspiciously.
Just as General Shen stepped onto the carriage, Jiang Shijie followed suit, her expression unchanged. Although neither of them displayed any unusual behavior, their tacit understanding was startling enough.
"..."
Fang Heng remained silent for a long while before suddenly borrowing paper and brush from the old master, intending to send a letter to Lin Shijie.
As the brush tip dipped into the ink, he recalled Bai Shixiong's tragic state from a few months ago.
His hand trembled slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he sighed and crumpled the letter into a ball, hiding it away.
"Warm yourselves."
Inside the carriage, Jiang Qiuluan took out two small wine jars from her waist.
"I've quit," Shen Yi said, raising an eyebrow, as this person would always use this to torture others without a second thought.
"Oh." Jiang Qiuluan retracted the wine jar and took a small sip herself, adding a hint of color to her fair and exquisite face, making her look all the more captivating.
Shen Yi turned his attention inward and found that the thin incense aspiration, which had been sparse before, had become much more robust after just one night.
If not for the restrictions, cultivating the Yin Spirit would be far easier than cultivating the Dao Infant.
...
The horses' hooves clattered, and soon they entered the county town.
Upon reaching the Demon Suppression General's mansion, Chen Qiankun had not even disembarked when two middle-aged men in long robes approached, their waists adorned with gently swaying silver bells. "General Chen, there is an important matter to discuss in Qingzhou City. Please return to the city as soon as possible. Do not delay!"
The old master was slightly taken aback.
Using silver bell demon-catching men to deliver a message was already an extravagant affair.
Moreover, these two men even seemed to be giving orders to him, a Demon Suppression General.
This could only mean that the message came from General Jiang.
The carriage curtain lifted slightly, revealing two more figures clad in mysterious armor.
The silver bell demon-catching men seemed somewhat surprised. "So, General Jiang and General Shen are also here. Please return to Qingzhou City as well!"
Fang Heng's eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
The last time all twelve Demon Suppression Generals had gathered was when their master returned from the capital, and they had been required to return to the city to report.
Now, in such a short time, all the Demon Suppression Generals were being summoned again.
Just what kind of important matter warranted such a mobilization?
Apparently, Chen Qiankun also sensed something amiss, as his relaxed mood from the previous day suddenly turned solemn.
He blew a loud whistle.
A streak of crimson light sped through the sky and landed at the mansion's entrance.
"You two, don't stand on ceremony. Share a ride, and I'll be there shortly," he said, indicating that if there truly was an emergency, these two were far more important than himself.
Jiang Qiuluan didn't say anything more and mounted the horse, glancing at the young man.
Shen Yi shook his head slightly and then transformed into a clear wind, vanishing from the spot. With his current cultivation, the speed of the Carefree Riding the Wind technique far surpassed that of the crimson horse.
...
In Qingzhou City, at the Demon Suppression Office.
In front of a pavilion.
Jiang Yuanhua stood expressionlessly at the door, gazing at the tightly closed gate.
Bai Zuming stood awkwardly behind him, wishing he hadn't used the finger technique to notify his master.
A whole state's general was actually barred from entering. Perhaps only that crazy old lady, Auntie Aqian, would dare to do such a thing in all of Qingzhou.
Even with nine Demon Suppression Generals standing together, the door remained firmly shut.
It wasn't until You Longtao quickly approached from the crowd that Jiang Chengyun finally opened a slight gap in the door. "General You, please come in."
"This is...?"
Chapter 192: Clouds Part, Mist Disperses
Yu Longtao glanced at his master, then at the other elders, his face filled with confusion as he walked in.
Jiang Chengyun didn't even bother to glance at this group of old men and made to close the door.
Just then, a gentle breeze descended from the sky.
Seeing this familiar scene, Jiang Chengyun's face lit up with delight. "General Shen! Please come in!"
Shen Yi took in his surroundings but remained silent, striding directly into the pavilion.
"What is the meaning of this?"
The other great generals exchanged puzzled glances. If Yu Longtao was allowed in, and they were not, it would still be somewhat understandable. But now, even the newly appointed General Shen was permitted entry.
Was Auntie Aqian planning to pit these young talents against each other to vie for the position of Commander-in-Chief?
As if in confirmation of their suspicions, Jiang Qiulan was also welcomed inside after a while, a faint red light trailing behind her.
But what truly left them speechless was the entry of the bald, injured man.
Old Man Yang was a Silver Bell Demon-catcher, a colleague of Auntie Aqian, yet even he was barred from entering.
...
Inside the spacious pavilion, Auntie Aqian sat in the main seat, her face expressionless—a rare sight.
Beside her sat a bald, muscular elder named Wu Feng, the third Silver Bell Demon-catcher of Qingzhou.
Yu Longtao sat silently to one side, while Jiang Qiulan and Shen Yi faced each other.
"...'
Auntie Aqian glared at her grandson. She certainly hadn't intended to invite Shen Yi in.
"There is nothing in Qingzhou that General Shen cannot be privy to," Jiang Chengyun declared, his arms crossed as he stood tall without a hint of timidity.
His gaze swept across the crowd, his eyes burning with passion. This was the scene he had always dreamed of!
Finally...
"Get out," Auntie Aqian snapped at him.
"Ah?" Jiang Chengyun's face fell, and after a moment's hesitation, he reluctantly withdrew, his back showing a hint of dejection.
Once the door was closed again, Auntie Aqian took out two silver bells and handed them to Jiang Qiulan and Yu Longtao.
She then performed a series of intricate hand seals, transmitting a message into each of their bells.
Seeing her solemn expression, Yu Longtao's confusion deepened. However, as he infused his spiritual energy into the bell and received the concise message within, his usually steady hand trembled slightly.
"Assassinate the Little Demon King."
The other Silver Bell Demon-catcher's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
Even Jiang Qiulan, at that moment, slowly raised her eyes, her gaze intense. "...'
The peace that Qingzhou had enjoyed for many years was about to be shattered. The nightmare that plagued everyone in the Demon Suppression Office, the reason for Jiang Qiulan's diligent cultivation since childhood, was all because of one thing.
A Little Demon King had appeared in their land.
Countless attempts at assassination had been made, but they always returned empty-handed. Each failure cast a thick layer of gloom over everyone's hearts.
That arrogant Bull Demon was like a sharp sword hanging over their heads, and they never knew when it would strike.
Until it was struck down, none of them would find peace.
However, this was the first time that someone had proposed assassinating it after it was injured... Not because they hadn't thought of it before, but because this Little Demon King would never let anyone know its hiding place when it was wounded.
"I only have two pieces of information," Auntie Aqian's voice echoed from the silver bells once more.
"First, the Howling Moon Wolf King is not with it, and it has taken its guard away."
"Second, its current location."
"This information came too easily, so easily that even I feel like I'm dreaming. I suspect a trap, so the choice is yours."
(End of Chapter)
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