Chapter 112: The Sweeping Victory (Alliance Leader Hongchen Sanyue +1)

“Disciples of the sect, anyone listed on the Patrol Bureau’s bounty list—kill them without hesitation; anyone who attacks you—kill them without mercy; demons and evil spirits—wipe them all out!” Chang Yuan declared coldly. “Behind you stands the Patrol Bureau, the Human Emperor.”

“Then spread the news of my departure from seclusion. Tomorrow, I will head to the Red River estuary to rescue my third brother!” Jiang Fan said as he soared into the air. “You’d better prepare yourself! Before that, I’ll clear the city a bit to elevate the rank of the inspector.”

Chang Yuan’s heart pounded wildly. “You—you’re courting death!”

“Courting death?” High above, Jiang Fan’s gaze hardened. A terrifying pressure descended, freezing Chang Yuan in place, unable to move.

As the restraint vanished, Chang Yuan’s face twisted in horror.

“Th-this is impossible!” he stammered, then suddenly broke into a broad smile. “Very well, I will spread the word and request reinforcements from above to support you fully!”

Jiang Fan gave no reply. Hanging in midair, he closed his eyes slightly, amplifying his sensing to the utmost.

A faint glow emanated from between his brows.

His aura merged with the void, radiating outward.

When he opened his eyes, a cruel smile curved his lips.

“Tonight, the wind rises!”

He lifted his head; the dark clouds thickened, and the wind howled fiercely.

Jiang Fan flipped his palm, and the Unity Sword appeared. Tossing it into the air, it transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the darkness. As it flew, the sword split into nine, becoming nine magical blades that dispersed in nine directions.

Below, Chang Yuan watched in confusion.

“Demons daring to invade the city have their unique ways of concealing their presence. Unless you’re right in front of them, it’s almost impossible to detect them if they don’t reveal their aura,” Chang Yuan muttered thoughtfully, eyes flashing. “He must have inherited a method of detection.”

His heart thundered.

In a short while, the nine swords returned one after another, each glowing faintly with magical energy, and each bearing a corpse.

The long sword spun, dropping the bodies before Chang Yuan.

“This…!” Seeing the corpses, he was stunned.

As the chief officer of the Patrol Bureau in Baihe County, he was familiar with the wanted individuals. All nine were demonic and had reached the level of entering the Dao.

And they had all been found and slain in mere moments?

“Incredible!”

After the shock came overwhelming joy.

Chang Yuan cupped his hands in salute toward Jiang Fan floating above.

After two more rounds, a total of twenty-four corpses had been brought back.

“These are all the demons of Dao level within the city. I leave them to you for disposal,” Jiang Fan said, looking down.

Shrouded in darkness, standing high above, he seemed like a ghost.

“With these, you’ll surely be able to raise your rank to a Third Leaf Bronze Seal Inspector. Tonight, I’ll report and apply for your promotion!” Chang Yuan said enthusiastically.

“No rush. We can apply after tomorrow,” Jiang Fan shook his head.

“Tomorrow,” Chang Yuan smiled and nodded. “I’ll first report these bodies and keep records. After sorting their spoils, I’ll return everything to the Jiang family!”

“Good!” Jiang Fan nodded. “Tonight, spread the news of my journey to the estuary tomorrow, but keep the city’s situation secret for one more day.”

“No problem!” Seeing Jiang Fan depart, Chang Yuan was visibly elated. “What luck! Truly fortunate. I must hurry to spread the news and also request a powerful figure to garrison here. Who? It must be the best choice—him!”

Having made up his mind and tidied himself, he too vanished into the darkness.

The Jiang residence.

Jiang Fan briefly informed his parents before returning to the East Peace Pavilion.

“Master, the warm water is here; you should wash your face!” Xiao Qing approached with a basin.

“Master, the tea is ready!” Xiao Qian said obediently.

Jiang Fan washed up and sipped his tea, then looked at the two young maids.

“Master…” Xiao Qian looked uneasy, pouting slightly, her small feet together as she stared at her toes.

“Master, we—we…” Xiao Qing’s voice was low.

“This time, I’m not blaming you!” Jiang Fan said.

Both girls sighed in relief.

“Before I went into seclusion, I warned you: if you don’t work hard at cultivation, I’ll sell you to the brothel or find someone to marry you off!” Jiang Fan sighed. “You two, if you don’t strive, you might find yourselves in that situation again. I can’t always save you. Enemies might even use you as leverage against me. Tell me, when that time comes, would I save you or not? If disaster strikes, your fate will be miserable.”

“Master, from now on, we will work hard and never hold you back!”

“Good! From now on, only four hours of sleep each day!”

“No, three hours!”

“Two hours should be enough.”

“Two hours is too little; it will age you faster!”

“That’s no good. If we get wrinkles, Master won’t want us!”

“I’ll ask Sister Ju some time for beauty tips!”

The two little maids chatted away, drifting far off-topic.

Jiang Fan listened with a resigned expression.

But faced with two young beauties in their prime—who in another world were still just high school students—he really couldn’t get angry.

“Make the bed!” Jiang Fan shouted sharply, startling the two into trembling. They hurried inside to arrange the bedding.

The night passed quietly. The next day, bidding farewell to his parents, Jiang Fan gripped his sword and strode openly through the air, leaving the county town without concealment.

“We can’t help our son at all!” Nangong Yue looked troubled.

“I must enter seclusion and cultivate!” Jiang Zheng’an was even more distressed. As the head of the family, powerless in the face of such danger and forced to let his son take risks, his heart was a storm of worry, helplessness, and anger—a blazing fire threatening to drive him mad.

Nangong Yue squeezed his hand tightly.

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