Chapter 228: I Don't Think Much of You
Chapter 228: I Don't Think Much of You
Li Mengyun's expression darkened instantly.
Take off Sun Yuan's head?
Is this junior official crazy?
Tang Zheng spoke up, "Sir, this is probably an order from the higher-ups of the Guardian... this..."
Fang Che waved his hand dismissively, "It's not a big deal. I'm the chief officer in charge of this southern district now. If anyone has questions, let them come to me. I've allowed the head to be displayed for seven or eight days. Isn't that enough?"
Tang Zheng muttered to himself, what do you mean by allowing it to be displayed for seven or eight days? It's only been your first day on duty.
But he didn't dare to be negligent and had to go.
Li Mengyun could no longer hold back and stepped forward, saying, "Sir, this is the head of a Demon Sect fiend. You want to take it down? Isn't that inappropriate?"
Fang Che's eyes had already noticed them.
His heart surged with anger.
However, his face remained calm, and he secretly activated the Ice Clear Spirit Platform.
He spoke calmly, "Who are you? Why are you questioning my orders? Inappropriate? Do you know what's inappropriate about it?"
Li Mengyun said, "The higher-ups risked their lives to kill this Demon Sect fiend, and now their head is hanging at the city gate as a warning to the world. With just a word from you, you want to take it down? Do you know how disrespectful that is?"
Fang Che crossed his arms and said coldly, "Miss, do you know what happens to a head left under the scorching sun? Do you know it might cause a plague?"
"If a plague breaks out, can you take responsibility for it?"
"Moreover, it's already been a warning for seven or eight days. How much longer do you want to keep it up? Do you want to put the head on everyone's bed for a few days?"
"The weather was cold a few days ago, and it was snowing. That's why it was allowed to be displayed for a few more days. If we follow the usual rules, it should have been taken down the very next day! If the weather is hot, it should be taken down within an hour and disposed of. These are the rules of the Guardian Pavilion!"
Fang Che's face turned stern, and he said coldly, "When did I break the rules?"
Li Mengyun was at a loss for words, "I just think it's inappropriate."
Fang Che sneered, "You think it's inappropriate? Who are you? Show me your identity token."
Li Mengyun didn't have an identity token, so she looked up and said, "I don't have one!"
Fang Che said, "Then show me your identification and travel permit. Prove your identity!"
Li Mengyun clenched her teeth, "I don't have it with me!"
"You don't have it? And you dare to interfere with my duties?"
Fang Che spoke sternly, "Who are you? What are your intentions? I suspect you're a Demon Sect fiend!"
Li Changbo quickly stepped in to defuse the situation and handed over the travel permit with a forced smile, "Officer, this is the travel permit... Our young miss was just speaking in anger."
This was the territory of the Guardian Pavilion.
If a conflict broke out here, there would be no escape.
Fang Che looked at the travel permit, his heart filled with inner turmoil.
Should he take this opportunity to create a scene and arrest these four people? But looking at the dense crowd of refugees outside, the weak guards at the city gate, and then at himself...
He thought about how the four of them had Imperial Rank Cultivation.
He sighed in his heart.
The conditions weren't right.
Even if he could run, these four people were already outside the city. If he escaped, they would have the advantage of high ground and open space, making it infinitely more difficult.
And what good would it do to kill just these four people?
Fang Che looked at the travel permit for a few moments, his voice cold, "On this permit, who is this Wang Yune?"
"It's me!"
Li Mengyun said angrily.
"You?"
Fang Che pointed his finger, "This permit clearly states that Wang Yune is in her twenties. How do I look like I'm forty? Are you her mother?"
This was a very cruel thing to say to a woman.
Li Mengyun could no longer hold back and almost slapped him.
But Li Changhe stopped her without a word, "Sir, you're joking..."
"Hmph."
Fang Che tossed the permit aside and said, "Remember this, mind your own business!"
Li Mengyun's anger was almost bursting her stomach. She clenched her teeth and swallowed her anger, "May I ask for your name?"
"What, do you want to find someone to propose marriage?"
Fang Che turned to look at her, "Forget about it. I don't think much of you."
"You!"
Li Mengyun was so angry her heart felt like it would explode.
"Let's go, miss. Let's go..."
Li Changhe was genuinely afraid that the third miss, who had just lost her brother, would cause some trouble here.
In this vacuum of the Only Righteous Sect's influence, if something happened, he didn't dare to imagine the consequences.
Tang Zheng had already climbed up to the city wall and was reaching out to pull out his sword.
The sword gleamed in the sun.
The ice on Sun Yuan's face was starting to melt.
At this moment, Fang Che looked up and saw Sun Yuan's mouth wide open, as if he was smiling at him.
"Hurry up!"
Fang Che said, "Why are you so slow?"
Then, he waved his hand dismissively at Li Mengyun, "Go, go! You few have no reason to interfere with official duties. What bad luck... People these days have no manners, sticking their noses into everything... Just a bunch of nobodies..."
Li Mengyun clenched her teeth in anger, her stomach aching.
Li Changhe led her away from the South Gate, walking forward.
After walking for several dozen paces, he turned back to look.
The blade had already been pulled out from the head, now reflecting the sunlight, its gleam shining into Li Mengyun’s pupils.
There was a faint trace of killing intent.
Li Mengyun only felt her hand being forcefully pulled along, and she had no choice but to follow Li Changhe and the others as they left.
When she turned back again, there was nothing left on the city wall.
Sun Yuan’s head had already been taken down.
She vaguely felt that she had missed something.
But it was too late to think about it.
Following Li Changbo, Li Changhe, and the others as they quickly moved away, they gradually left the White Cloud Continent and delved deeper into the vast ice plain.
"The One Heart Sect’s influence is right in this area. Let’s go to other cities to look for the Night Demon! I don’t believe we can’t find such a big live person!"
"I don’t believe we can’t find out about the Night Demon in other cities. It’s impossible that no one from our sect exists in this entire southeastern region. If the One Heart Sect isn’t cooperating, surely other sects will? I can’t believe this!"
The four figures vanished.
...
Fang Che watched the four enemies disappear from the corner of his eye.
His eyes slightly closed.
He felt no regret for letting his enemies go. It was just that, without a way to vent his hatred, he felt somewhat guilty.
"Master, you shouldn’t blame me. If I can devise a way to lure them into the Guardian’s sight and use the Guardian’s people to kill them, I will definitely make sure these four people die."
"Before I came to the White Cloud Continent, that was my plan."
"But after seeing your head, I changed my mind."
"Such a grudge cannot be settled so easily. They cannot die so simply under the Guardian’s siege."
"Revenge must be taken personally, and hatred must be repaid face-to-face!"
"Rest assured, that day is not far off."
Fang Che had more than just this reason. After the snow disaster in the White Cloud Continent, if he were to besiege these four Imperial Rank demons, it would likely result in heavy casualties among the Guardian Pavilion and the common people.
Fang Che naturally wanted revenge, but he could not risk the lives of a million disaster victims for a joke.
He let out a sigh.
He watched as Tang Zheng brought the head over.
He scolded, "Can’t you wrap it in a cloth?"
"There’s no cloth."
"Use your clothes, you idiot, can’t you think? Give me the knife to look at."
He took the knife, casually performing a sword bloom, and said, "Not bad."
Naturally, he kept the knife in his hand, took the head wrapped in Tang Zheng’s clothes, and said indifferently, "Since the knife is decent, I’ll let you rest in peace."
For the rest of the afternoon, he directed the southern city, everything in perfect order, until he finished his shift.
Only then did he finally return home.
Fang Che felt no pressure from taking Sun Yuan’s head and knife.
Because he knew.
This was the Guardian Pavilion’s tacit approval.
Otherwise, why would they assign him to guard the southern city, where Sun Yuan’s head and knife were?
Could it be such a coincidence?
Anyway, Fan Tianyao and Chen Ru Hai knew his identity as 'Sun Yuan’s disciple'! They arranged this for him to do it.
By doing so, he would be more deeply suspected of being a Demon Sect disciple in their eyes.
Fang Che didn’t care about this at all.
...
The Seal God Palace had long known about Fang Che’s assignment to the Guardian Pavilion of the White Cloud Continent.
But regarding this matter, he was helpless.
Today, the internal spy of the White Cloud Martial Academy reported that Fang Che had officially reported for duty.
"Third Rank Officer."
The Seal God Palace stroked his chin and said to Mu Lin Yuan, "Our little Night Demon is now an official. An Officer of the Guardian Pavilion of the White Cloud Continent. Tsk, tsk. Not a low-ranking position."
Mu Lin Yuan smiled, "Grandmaster’s meaning is...?"
"The Night Demon can’t just keep getting promoted over there, right?"
The Seal God Palace said, "He should have a position here as well. Otherwise, it would make me, his Master, seem stingy compared to the Guardian Pavilion."
"But where are there any positions in the White Cloud Continent... even the branch is gone." Mu Lin Yuan laughed bitterly.
"Then let the Night Demon be the Branch Commander of the White Cloud Continent and rebuild the branch."
The Seal God Palace said.
Mu Lin Yuan was startled, "Directly a Branch Commander?"
"Branch Commander."
The Seal God Palace affirmed.
"A bit too high..."
Mu Lin Yuan frowned, "Grandmaster, I know you have high hopes for the Night Demon and want to cultivate him, but forcing growth is counterproductive."
The Seal God Palace chuckled, "Do you think this Branch Commander has much power? There’s no branch over there, and this Branch Commander has to build it from scratch, recruit people, and we have almost no presence there. The Night Demon’s position as Branch Commander is like a bare stick. Giving him this position will only make him worry."
"What about the branch tasks?"
"Can a bare stick take on any tasks? Just make money."
The Seal God Palace said, "The branch is gone, but the smaller points are still there. He can’t take on big tasks, but small ones are still possible. Let the Night Demon go collect the money. Due to the disruption, he owes the sect a lot. Collect it all back."
(End of Chapter)
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