"Wait, you have no reason to kill me!"
Suddenly, the old Taoist priest Murong shouted, "You suit-wearing thug! Our Taoist Association has no past grudges or recent feuds with you. You killed me for no reason, which is utterly heinous! The Tiger Ranking, and even the Dragon Ranking, will send people to kill you. You don't know how terrifying a master of magic is, even if you are number one on the Leopard Ranking..."
"Say another word and I'll cut off your legs," Fang Zong said calmly.
A sharp blade of energy appeared in his palm. He gestured towards the old Taoist's neck, but then aimed at the old Taoist's withered thigh.
Ninth Sister laughed and said, "Respected Summoner, you should kill someone to start your life as a thug."
"Watch my lips, a pigeon kiss~~~"
Fang Zong thought to himself, "I've killed a lot of things, especially ghosts. I've killed two squads by touch and a platoon by shock!"
“But you’ve never killed anyone. Aim for his neck and chop him down, one snip, quick and clean.”
Ninth Sister was particularly excited. She had never seen Fang Zong kill anyone before and thought it was much more exciting than computer games. She urged, "Kill him! Kill him! Start your life as a thug! The title 'Suit-wearing thug' is so cute! It reminds me of Draven!"
Fang Zong rolled his eyes and glared at Jiu Mei: "You think I wouldn't dare?"
Thinking to himself, he subconsciously swung his right hand.
Crack! Murong Laodao's right leg broke.
[Holy crap! He really is a suit-wearing thug! He looks so refined, but I was only half a second late in speaking and he attacked me!]
Old Daoist Murong was on the verge of tears. He raised his old eyes and saw Fang Zong's hand still hanging in the air, trembling violently. He hurriedly said, "No, we didn't deal with that spirit ghost! We just couldn't stop her!"
"What do you mean?" Fang Zong quickly stood up.
It was just a very ordinary, common action—standing up—that frightened the old Taoist Murong so much that he covered his head and begged for mercy. The two vice presidents of the Taoist Association, however, had backbone; they lay on the ground without uttering a sound.
Yang Yuying went over in surprise, opened the man's body, and spat on the ground.
"A Taoist priest is just a Taoist priest, spineless, he's dizzy." Yang Yuying, who comes from a military family, said with a look of disdain.
Fang Zong shook his head and said, "They are just sorcerers, not Taoists. Don't offend the Taoist alliance on our Ghost Killing Team's side. Besides, the Taoists on Taiwan are from Uncle Nine's lineage. Which of the billions of people doesn't adore Uncle Nine? He's too famous."
As he spoke, Fang Zong walked over and used his toe to lift Murong Laodao's chin.
He snorted coldly, and Old Daoist Murong poured out the truth in detail, as if spilling beans.
To the east of the island, the coastline stretches endlessly.
The mountain peaks rise and fall, like tufts of clouds.
The dozens of hills in succession, though not large, are all excellent feng shui locations, and are all the territory of the Fangshi Association.
Fang Zong heard Yang Yuying say that the Taoist priests of Uncle Jiu's lineage had long since entered the world, killing ghosts and eliminating evil, and no longer had their own mountain strongholds or lands.
The less capable Taoist association, on the other hand, occupied a large piece of prime land.
Supported by several female disciples, the old Taoist Murong pointed to a mountain peak with his chin and said, "Going from the middle inwards, the most remote one is Dongcheng Mountain. Half a month ago, we suddenly lost contact with Dongcheng Mountain. We couldn't get through on the phone, and none of those who went to inquire returned. I was afraid that outsiders would know that something had happened to the headquarters of the Taoist Association, so I kept the news a secret. This... I did it for the sake of the stability of Taiwan!"
"Is it for your own stability?" Fang Zong said bluntly.
Looking ahead with a detached eye, I saw peaks resembling bluebirds and white clouds like brocade, a truly magnificent and auspicious place.
However, in the deepest part, a faint but extremely profound aura of evil emanated from within.
The coldness and sharpness of the aura made his scalp tingle, and a chill ran from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
Fang Zong asked, "Did Li Qiaoyu enter Dongcheng Mountain?"
Old Daoist Murong quickly replied, "Yes, she went in. We didn't stop her, we only stopped the Yang family members, out of fear..."
With a "thump," Old Daoist Murong fell into the sea.
Fang Zong looked at Yang Yuying and said with a smile, "Sister Yuying, I don't think the Fangshi Association is capable of protecting Taiwan anymore. You should do your job properly. Don't forget, you are the head of the Taiwan branch."
"This is what I should do as an older sister," Yang Yuying nodded with a wry smile.
The women generals of the Yang family never liked to fight for power or profit. They went out to fight in times of chaos, and stayed in their own little corner of the land in times of prosperity, striving to pass on their legacy to the next generation.
She thought she shouldn't mess up the island, so she handed over real power to the Fangshi Association, but she never expected things to turn out like this.
Murong Laodao's current actions are absolutely deceiving his superiors and ignoring the people's livelihood. If the evil spirits in Dongcheng Mountain become even more powerful and a major problem arises, it will lead to widespread death and destruction, and the entire island may very well be flooded with blood.
The reason, surprisingly, was that Old Daoist Murong alone wanted to solidify his own position...
Yang Yuying said, "It seems that the higher-ups' judgment was accurate. As for me, I'm just a brainless female general."
Fang Zong blinked and looked at Yang Yuying.
Yang Yuying continued with a wry smile: "Good brother, you don't need to comfort your sister."
"without."
"No need for comforting me, I know I'm not cut out for politics."
"No, what I wanted to say," Fang Zong said seriously, "is that you already know it."
Yang Yuying: "ˋ﹏ˊ"
...
A lone figure, a knife, soaring through the sky.
Watching Fang Zong fly away into the distance, Yang Yuying's bright eyes flickered, her mind churning with thoughts.
Yang Shiba leaned closer and said, "Aunt, I think Junior Uncle is really great. He's handsome, powerful, and has a good character. Uncle has been dead for over ten years. You should find someone better, otherwise..."
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