144 Demon Slayer, General Jing
Lord Lu quickly cleared his mind and said domineeringly, "Tonight, vengeful spirits and demons are gathering. I wonder what their purpose is? But we demon slayers don't need to concern ourselves with that. Since they dare to show themselves, let's go and slay them."
"Yes, sir." The demon slayers immediately answered in unison. Among the demon slayers, strength is respected; whoever is most powerful has the final say. Because demons don't reason with you.
Lord Lu didn't say anything more. Because everyone here was truly at the third level of the Wooden Plaque Rank, and had survived several missions. They were all very clear about their own strength.
These people quickly separated into individuals or pairs, rarely in groups of three, and then left rapidly.
Lord Lu watched the departing crowd without speaking, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. Then, he closed his eyes and began to cultivate, completely concealing his aura, as if waiting for something.
The third and fourth brothers left quickly together, feeling immense pressure from their superior. Although they shared the same surname, Chai, their boss didn't care; look at the family—most of them were dead, and no one from their family had come forward to help.
The two avoided the others, both inwardly marveling at how the other had escaped this calamity by not being in the city for the past few days. They had previously mocked the young man for his bad luck, but now it seemed he had truly stumbled upon a stroke of good fortune.
"Third Brother, what do we do now? Should we go back and ask for help? Otherwise, if it's just the two of us and we encounter a vengeful ghost, we'll probably be badly injured, if not killed." Fourth Brother casually touched his chest. It felt cold all over.
The third brother thought for a moment and said, "Let's go, let's go with the family. Something happened over there, it might be a vengeful ghost. Maybe that person is possessed by a vengeful ghost. Or even a ghost king. Shall we go and exorcise the demon?" He then winked at his fourth brother.
The fourth brother immediately understood and said, "Okay. Let's hurry over. We should still be able to keep up!" After saying that, the two of them hurriedly left.
Inside the city, a chilling aura gathered, making the air feel eerie. I was sleeping when I suddenly felt a chill. There were many footsteps outside, the clanging of metal against metal, and the incessant sound of horses' hooves. I knew something bad was about to happen, but I dared not open the door. Deep down, I prayed that they wouldn't be affected.
The military commander was from a different system. At this moment, he was up late, resting with his eyes closed. Wearing chainmail, he didn't have the expected thick arms and legs, nor the bald head. Instead, he had a fair and smooth face with sharp, cold features, a well-defined profile, and a tall, slender figure. He was clearly a handsome man, completely unrelated to the image of a general.
It was unclear what kind of cultivation technique he was practicing, but something seemed to be roaring and howling all over his body with immense power, and soon his whole body was shrouded in smoke.
A large sword was stuck in the ground beside him, a blunt blade, a full six feet long, with a back about the thickness of a human little finger, and the width of a palm, tapering gradually to a point that sent chills down one's spine.
After a while, the smoke cleared. A calm voice said, "Come in!"
A man entered shortly afterward. He was dressed in ordinary black samurai attire, with a well-proportioned build and a slightly open collar. He bowed slightly as he entered and reported, "Lord Jing, the Prefect has just sent a servant with a message. He says the second young master of the Chai family has been captured by thieves, who are also in league with demonic beasts. They hope you can come and help."
Seeing that the adult didn't speak, he continued, "The servant didn't let him in; he told him to wait outside the camp."
General Jing remained unfazed and said, "The Chai family has countless experts and numerous guards. What do they need us to do? They just want to test our attitude. Let's send them away."
"Yes, someone else." He immediately withdrew, gently closing the wooden door behind him and beckoning his subordinate. The man was then dismissed.
After some time, they returned to General Jing's door. Soon they heard, "Come in, Hongyuan!"
The man quickly and quietly opened the door and entered. He said in a low voice, "Sir, we've roughly figured it out. According to the information from our scouts, it's not just the second young master of the Chai family, but also the second young master of the Huang family—they're both in bad shape."
He then gave a brief account, saying that Young Master Wang was beaten to death, and torn apart. The fate of the other two is currently unknown, but they too were deeply torn apart and are now incomplete.
Although the scene was horrific, Hongyuan's tone showed no fear when he recounted it; in fact, there was a hint of excitement. He simply felt a sense of satisfaction from the act. He added at the end, "It felt so good! I've wanted to do this for ages."
After listening, General Jing's expression shifted between surprise and admiration. He nodded slightly. 'He's quite bold. His strength isn't low either. Do you have any information about this person?'
Hongyuan shook his head and said, "Things happened too suddenly. And the description is so simple. We can't figure out who it is right now. But this person's style is somewhat similar to that of the one from Huangtu County. However, this place is very far away, and we didn't see this person enter the city during the day."
Hongyuan continued, "Currently, the Chai family and the Huang family have both brought a large number of people and are preparing to depart. According to observation, these two families together have more than a thousand people. Moreover, each of them is quite skilled in cultivation, all of them are at the entry level, and there are many at the second and third levels, and some at the fourth level as well." After speaking, he fell silent, waiting for his general to make a decision.
General Jing nodded slightly after listening. "Wanzhou has been developing for so many years. It's not surprising that they've mustered so many private troops in such a short time. However, we're in charge of military campaigns. We shouldn't interfere in matters within the city."
Then, changing the subject, he said, "However, they're settling their personal scores. We also have a duty to protect the people. Men, gather five hundred men and come with me to protect the people."
Upon hearing this, Hongyun replied, "Yes, General!" and quickly went out. On the training ground, ten companies quickly assembled, marching in unison. They were dressed in armor, each carrying half a spear and half a broadsword. Two other companies carried horn bows on their backs and black oiled leather bags hanging from their waists.
Although it was pitch black and the sky was completely dark, it did nothing to dampen the soldiers' high morale. From afar, the air above the camp was thick with the aura of blood and fire, like a furnace about to burst into flames.
General Jing was dressed in the same uniform, except now he wore a general's hat. After the soldiers had assembled, he spoke softly, his words exceptionally clear in their ears: 'This time, it's solely for the safety of the people.'
"Yes!" came the unanimous reply. The voices pierced through the clouds, as if they were cutting through the dark clouds and setting off in perfect unison. General Jing, his thick-shouldered sword in hand, sharpened his gaze instantly as he looked toward Wanzhou, his mind preoccupied with unknown plans.
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