"No, no, no, I don't know anything about any demonic sect. As you can see, I'm not a member of the martial arts world. I just want to reason with them. They pay taxes, so naturally they can do business here. As far as I know, your Double Blade Sect also has shops in Yangcheng, right?"
Yan Yiliu looked at the young man with a puzzled expression, but did not answer.
"Whether you're a江湖人 (jianghu person) or an ordinary person, once you enter Yangcheng, you have to abide by the rules. If you're fighting and killing all the time, you can't live like this."
Yan Yiliu raised his hand to stop Fang Zhiyi from speaking: "Enough nonsense, hand over the remnants of the Demonic Sect, and I'm leaving!"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "You didn't understand what I meant." He narrowed his eyes, "They are in Yangcheng, they don't cause trouble, they pay taxes on time, so they are my people of Xishu. When people are being chased, it is the most reasonable thing to report to the authorities. Since they have reported to the authorities, I naturally cannot ignore it."
“You…” Yan Yiliu took a step forward, and the officers and soldiers on the scene were all a little nervous.
Fang Zhiyi did not back down, but instead stepped forward: "What? Could it be that Sect Leader Yan wants to kill me?" He opened his arms, "I can't beat you, so you can kill me."
Wang Ergou, who was hiding in the shadows, tried to rush out, but Zuo Qianqiu grabbed him and held him down.
Yan Yiliu hesitated for a moment, but just then the Flying Fire Sect and its disciples arrived. Seeing the large group of his own people, Yan Yiliu became more determined.
But Fang Zhiyi did not back down, and remained the same: "As the magistrate of Yangcheng, it is only natural for me to protect the people. Don't you all agree?"
Only then did Yan Yiliu realize that, without him noticing, a large number of civilians had gathered around him, in addition to the soldiers and allied forces. Upon hearing Fang Zhiyi's words, they shouted in unison, "Your Excellency is valiant! Your Excellency is valiant!"
Yan Yiliu was in a difficult position. With so many people watching, he couldn't decide whether to make a move or not.
"Are you really willing to lose your life for protecting the evil cult?" He had no choice but to threaten again.
Fang Zhiyi's voice suddenly lowered: "Sect Leader Yan... to kill an official of the imperial court in full view of everyone, this is no longer a matter of the martial arts world. You should know that at most, your fighting and killing is just banditry and disturbance. It is certainly not easy for the government troops to deal with you. But if I die here, that would be a rebellion. Do you really think that hundreds of thousands of border troops are just for show?"
"Or are you saying, Sect Leader Yan, that you can kill everyone here?" Fang Zhiyi waved his hand casually, and Yan Yiliu inexplicably felt a chill. The people were staring at them angrily.
"Fine! Zuo Qianqiu, listen to me, my Twin Blades Sect will fight you to the death!" He may have backed down, but he still had to say what he needed to say.
As these martial arts figures left unwillingly, the people erupted in cheers. It was the first time they had seen these valiant heroes suffer a setback. Fang Zhiyi, on the other hand, bowed triumphantly to everyone.
Yan Yiliu was seething with anger. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? To be forced to retreat by a mere county official—if word got out, his reputation would be ruined! Especially since the Flying Fire Sect members who had come with him were full of contempt, which made him even more upset.
However, he discovered a blind spot.
"The Demonic Sect is actually colluding with corrupt officials of the imperial court! Men, spread this news! I want to see if the Demonic Sect can still save face!"
News in the martial arts world has its own channels of dissemination, making such rumors even more exciting.
For a time, the voices of condemnation against the Demonic Sect resounded throughout the martial arts world. This was a hardship for the leader and others of the Zhetian Sect's main branch. They looked at each other, completely bewildered by this news. The branch had been paying its dues on time and reporting normally. How could they be colluding with the imperial court?
No, it doesn't matter if you call me a demonic sect, but if you say I'm colluding with the imperial court, that's an insult to me.
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