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Chapter 192: The Fog Disperses
Chapter 192: The Fog Disperses
After a brief rest in the fishing village, they boarded the carriage back to the Demon Suppression General's Mansion.
Old Master Chen Qiankun seemed pleased with the letter he had written and even arranged for his captain to have a fine demonic horse, instructing them to deliver the letter promptly.
Fang Heng, however, eyed another carriage with suspicion.
General Shen stepped into the carriage, and Senior Sister Jiang followed suit without any change in her demeanor. Although neither of them showed any signs of strangeness, their tacit understanding was enough to astonish him.
"..."
Fang Heng remained silent for a long time before suddenly borrowing paper and ink from the old master, intending to write a letter to Senior Sister Lin.
As the pen touched the ink, he recalled the tragic state of Senior Brother Bai from a few months ago.
His palm trembled slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he sighed and crumpled the letter into a ball, hiding it away.
"Warm yourself up."
Inside the carriage, Jiang Qiulan took out two small wine jars from her waist.
"I've quit."
Shen Yi slightly raised her eyebrows, as she often used this to torment people.
"Oh." Jiang Qiulan put away the wine jar and took a small sip herself, adding a touch of redness to her fair and delicate face, making her look even more charming.
Shen Yi closed her eyes, and upon inspecting her inner vision, she discovered that the once-thin devotion essence, which had only thickened after one night, had become much denser.
If not for the restrictions, nurturing the shadow soul was far easier than nurturing the Dao embryo.
...
The sound of horses' hooves clattered, and soon they entered the county town.
They arrived at the Demon Suppression General's Mansion.
Before Old Master Chen Qiankun could alight from the carriage, two middle-aged men in long robes approached, their silver bells swaying slightly at their waists, "General Chen, there's an urgent matter in Qingzhou that requires your immediate attention. Please return to the city without delay!"
Old Master Chen was slightly startled.
Using a silver bell exorcist to deliver a message was already an extravagant affair.
Moreover, these two men even spoke to him, a Demon Suppression Commander, with a hint of command in their tone.
This could only prove that the news came from General Jiang.
The carriage curtain was slightly lifted.
Two more figures in dark armor appeared.
The silver bell exorcist seemed a bit surprised, "It turns out that General Jiang and General Shen are also here. Please, both of you, return to Qingzhou City as well!"
Fang Heng's eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
The last time all twelve commanders gathered was when Master returned from the capital, requiring them to return to the city for a debriefing.
In just this short time, they were going to reassemble all the Demon Suppression Commanders again.
What could be so important to warrant such a large-scale mobilization?
Evidently, Old Master Chen Qiankun had also sensed something amiss, causing his relaxed mood from the day to suddenly turn solemn.
He whistled loudly.
A crimson radiance streaked across the sky and landed at the entrance of the mansion.
"You two, stop being so particular. Share a ride, and I'll be there shortly."
If they were indeed facing an urgent matter, these two were far more important than him.
Jiang Qiulan didn't say much and quickly mounted her horse, glancing at the young man.
Shen Yi slightly shook her head and then transformed into a clear wind, disappearing from her original spot. With her current cultivation, the speed of the Freedom Soaring Technique far surpassed that of the crimson warhorse.
...
Qingzhou City, Demon Subjugation Bureau.
In front of a pavilion.
General Jiang Yuanhua stood expressionlessly at the entrance, gazing at the tightly shut door.
Bai Ziming stood awkwardly behind him, wishing he hadn't used the spell to notify his master.
A state governor, standing at the door, was refused entry. In all of Qingzhou, only the crazy and eccentric Granny Aqian would dare to do such a thing.
Nine Demon Suppression Commanders stood side by side, yet the door remained firmly closed.
Until You Longtao approached from outside the crowd, Jiang Chengyun opened a crack from within, "General You, please come in."
"What is this?"
You Longtao glanced at his master and then looked towards his other colleagues.
Confused, he entered.
Jiang Chengyun didn't even bother glancing at these old men, ready to shut the door.
Just then, a gentle breeze descended from the sky.
Recognizing this familiar scene, Jiang Chengyun's face lit up with delight. "General Shen! Please come in quickly!"
Shen Yi took in the surroundings without saying much and directly stepped into the pavilion.
"What the hell is going on here!"
The other commanders all wore peculiar expressions. If You Longtao could enter, and they couldn't, it was still somewhat understandable.
But how could this newly promoted General Shen also get in?
Only allowing the younger ones to listen in, was Aqian planning on inciting these newcomers to usurp the Governor's position? It was as if she was testing their thoughts.
After a long while, accompanied by a crimson glow, Jiang Qiulan was also welcomed inside.
The most astonishing of all.
Was the bald, injured man.
Senior Yang was a Golden Bell Demon Hunter, a colleague of Aqian, yet even he was stopped at the door.
...
Inside the spacious pavilion.
Aqian sat in the main seat, her face displaying a rare indifference.
Beside her was a muscular, crew-cut old man.
The old man was Wu Feng, the third Golden Bell Demon Hunter of Qingzhou.
You Longtao sat silently in a side seat, with Jiang Qiulan and Shen Yi across from him.
"..."
Aqian glared at her grandson; she had no intention of letting Shen Yi in.
"There's nothing in Qingzhou that General Shen can't hear."
Jiang Chengyun stood with his hands behind his back, fearless.
Then, he turned his gaze to the crowd, his eyes burning with intensity. This was the scene he had always dreamed of!
Finally...
"Get out of here," Aqian scolded.
"Huh?" Jiang Chengyun's face fell instantly, hesitating for a moment before obediently retreating, his departing figure slightly dejected.
As the door closed again.
Aqian took out two silver bells and distributed them to Jiang Qiulan and You Longtao.
Then, she pinched a spell, sending the message one by one into everyone's bells.
Seeing her solemn expression.
You Longtao's confusion deepened, but as he integrated his breath into the bell and received the concise message within.
His steady palm trembled slightly.
"Assassinate the Lesser Demon King."
The other Golden Bell Demon Hunter's eyelid twitched uncontrollably.
Even Jiang Qiulan slowly raised her eyes, "..."
The peace in Qingzhou, which had lasted for many years, was shattered, bringing the Demon Suppressing Bureau's persistent nightmare to the forefront. This was the reason Jiang Qiulan had endured hard cultivation since childhood.
In reality, there was only one reason.
A Lesser Demon King had suddenly appeared in this place.
After countless attempts at assassination, they always returned empty-handed. Each failure cast a thick shadow over everyone's hearts.
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No one knew when it would fall.
But until it fell, everyone would remain sleepless.
However, this was the only time that, after it was injured, someone suggested going to assassinate it... It wasn't that they hadn't thought of it before, but this Lesser Demon King would never let others know its hiding place as long as it was injured.
"I have two pieces of information."
Aqian's voice echoed again from the silver bell.
"First, the Moonhowl Wolf King is not with it, and it has taken its guards away."
"Second, its current location."
"This information came too easily, so much so that even I feel like I'm dreaming. I suspect a trap, so it's up to you to decide."
(End of Chapter)
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