Of course, you have to give someone something in return for working for free. Fang Zhiyi was promoted to the position of governor, and was also in charge of several surrounding small towns. This was also the attitude those people gave to Fang Zhiyi.

This was within Fang Zhiyi's expectations; it was no easy feat for Western Shu to have held out until now.

Yan Yiliu of the Double Blade Sect has been staying at home ever since he learned that the Demonic Sect had been wiped out. He dreams about the day he offended Fang Zhiyi, and the thought terrifies him.

As fate would have it, the very next day, a guest arrived at the Double Blade Sect: a smug little official wearing a slightly loose official robe, who looked rather comical.

"Um, our adults asked me to pass on a message to you!"

Yan Yiliu and his disciples all pricked up their ears.

"I'll f*** you, f*** your mother, f*** you!"

Yan Yiliu's hand, which was resting on the armrest of the chair, suddenly clenched tightly, causing cracks to appear on the armrest.

"Do you want to die?" His tone was full of intimidation.

To everyone's surprise, although the minor official's face was a little pale, he was not weak at all: "Come on! You want to kill me? Come on!" He even stretched out his neck.

His name was Fei Li. His family was poor, with three younger siblings and an elderly mother. His father was still alive when a madman broke into their home and killed him. Fei Li appealed everywhere, but the madman was rich, and he was repeatedly turned down. People told him not to bother with a madman, saying that this wasn't the first time the madman had hurt people. He didn't understand, did a madman not break the law when he killed someone?

Until he heard that the magistrate of Yangcheng had been promoted to governor-general, and that this governor-general liked to wander around aimlessly, he knelt at the entrance of the county government office to ask for an audience with Fang Zhiyi, hoping to get lucky.

Someone accepted his complaint and told him to go home. He thought Fang Zhiyi was just a fame-seeker. But just as dusk fell, a group of fierce-looking bailiffs kicked down the madman's door and took him away, along with his family.

The next day, the madman was taken to the execution ground. Only then did everyone realize that this madman was also afraid and would cry and beg for mercy before he was about to die.

His parents were exiled to the frontier for failing to discipline him.

From that day on, Fei Li thought about how to repay Fang Zhiyi. Although he was not very capable, he was willing to repay this kindness with his life. Fang Zhiyi was so bothered by him that she asked him if he would do the job that would cost him his life.

After that day, he went from being an ordinary citizen to an envoy.

Lord Fang once said that if he were to die, countless people would be buried with him, and that his elderly mother and siblings would be supported by him. Others said they didn't believe it, but Lord Fang said he did.

The effort required after going all out was audacious; knowing that these people could easily kill him, he simply stretched his neck and started spinning around.

"Come on! You bunch of cowards! Kill me!" Fei Li completely let loose.

Yan Yiliu suddenly stood up, veins throbbing on his forehead. His disciples immediately cried out, "Master, you mustn't!"

"Um?"

The eldest disciple moved his lips but didn't utter a sound; it was the shape of the words "Demonic Sect," instantly extinguishing Yan Yiliu's anger.

This person came here looking like he was courting death; I'm afraid he might be...

Unbeknownst to Yan Yi, cold sweat had soaked through his inner shirt. These corrupt officials were too insidious!