Yang Yuhai’s desire flared uncontrollably.
He stared at Lin Xue, trapped in the Fuyao Wang with no means to resist, his lecherous fire in his loins surging beyond restraint.
He was itching to strip her bare immediately, then thrust all the way in, releasing his rigid desire in one savage, satisfying blow.
Just as he reached to tear open Lin Xue’s Dao robe, a cold sword suddenly pressed against his neck.
Yang Yuhai was taken aback.
He widened his eyes and turned his head toward Zhang Zongnian.
Zhang Zongnian’s face was pale, smeared with blood, his whole body trembling as if about to collapse, yet his expression was resolute.
With his left hand gripping the sword, he said firmly, “Let her go.”
Yang Yuhai flew into a rage.
He roared, “Zhang Zongnian, are you revolting? How dare you point a sword at me? You’ve blocked my good deeds again and again. Do you really think this Commandant is someone easy to deal with?”
Zhang Zongnian replied, “She saved me, and she saved you. You have no conscience—I can’t be heartless. I can’t just watch you ruin her.”
Yang Yuhai laughed like it was the biggest joke, “Zhang Zongnian, you’d kill me for the sake of a demon?”
He stood up, sneering arrogantly as he stepped forward and mockingly tapped his own neck with a finger, “Come on, stab me here. Kill me if you dare. I’m giving you the chance.”
Zhang Zongnian took a step back, but the sword remained pressed against Yang Yuhai’s neck.
He said, “I don’t want to hurt you. I only want the Commandant to release this demon. I’ll accept the punishment afterward…”
Before he could finish, Yang Yuhai suddenly struck.
With one palm, he pushed away the sword, then kicked fiercely, sending Zhang Zongnian flying several meters.
Zhang Zongnian slammed harshly into the wall and then collapsed to the ground.
He hunched over, spitting blood; the sword dropped to the side.
Yang Yuhai strode over, grabbed the sword, and violently stabbed the blade deep into Zhang Zongnian’s abdomen.
The sword pierced through his body and into the ground, pinning him down.
Zhang Zongnian’s eyes widened in shock.
He never expected Yang Yuhai to go so far as to kill him.
Yang Yuhai looked down at him with mocking contempt, sneering coldly:
“Trash, I gave you a chance, and you still can’t be useful.”
“How dare you point a sword at me? Are you going to act now, coward?”
“I’ve hated you for a long time. You think just because you have some skills, you can look down on me.”
“Yes, your cultivation is higher, and your swordsmanship is excellent. Normally, I can’t beat you, but now your hand is broken, you’re badly injured, and you can barely walk. Do you still think you can threaten me?”
“And you even dragged that old Chief Inspector Zhou Dongxing into this to scare me! Do you think I’m afraid to kill you? Foolish! Wang Fan, Lao Hei, and Da Zhuang are already dead. If I kill you too, I’ll just say it was that Evil Daoist and this demon. Who’d know it was me? You can go haunt that old man in your dreams!”
“You like this demon, huh? Well, I’m going to show you exactly how I’m going to play with her. You’ll watch with your dying eyes as I ravage every inch of her, hahahaha!”
“But don’t worry, I’ll still send Funeral Compensation to your old lady. After all, we’re colleagues, and I have some decency.”
After finishing, Yang Yuhai turned, grinning maliciously as he walked toward Lin Xue.
Zhang Zongnian’s face twisted with pain.
He hadn’t expected Yang Yuhai to be so utterly shameless.
His expression was filled with sorrow and rage, cursing himself for not killing this bastard with a single sword just now.
Lin Xue watched all this unfold from inside the Fuyao Wang.
She hadn’t expected Zhang Zongnian to get himself trapped like this just to save her.
She stared helplessly as Yang Yuhai approached, despair deepening in her eyes.
At this moment, she felt overwhelming regret.
If she had known Yang Yuhai was such a monster, she should have stabbed him to death outside earlier.
She didn’t know what this bastard would do to her after abusing her.
She didn’t know if she’d even have a chance for revenge.
Just as despair was about to consume her, Yang Yuhai suddenly turned his head toward the ancestral hall’s entrance and shouted, “Who’s there?!”
Lin Xue followed his gaze and saw several villagers trembling outside the hall.
“We… we came to represent all the villagers of Li Jia’ao… to thank the Immortal Master for saving us…” an older villager stammered nervously, clasping his fists.
They had just recovered from the effects of the ghostly wails and came to express their gratitude, only to witness this tragedy of colleagues fighting among themselves.
Yang Yuhai glared at them, asking, “What did you hear?”
The villagers looked terrified, instinctively backing away.
The elder spoke with fear, “We didn’t hear anything… We’re disturbing the Immortal Master… We’ll leave immediately.”
Without waiting for a reply, they turned and fled.
Yang Yuhai panicked and shouted, “Stop!”
The villagers dared not slow down and ran desperately, shouting, “The Immortal Master is killing people! The Immortal Master is killing people!”
Yang Yuhai grew increasingly anxious.
His attack on Zhang Zongnian was a scandal he could not afford to reveal.
Every mission of the Demon-Slaying Bureau was recorded.
County Chief Inspector Zhou Dongxing regularly inspected missions across the counties.
Zhou Dongxing was known for being rigid and strict, with no favoritism.
He was soon arriving in Xichuan.
Yang Yuhai had led this operation; all his team members were wiped out, and most villagers were dead or injured—this was a major incident that would surely catch Zhou Dongxing’s attention.
If Zhou inspected this mission, he would come to Li Jia’ao Village and question the villagers.
Yang Yuhai playing with a demon, accidentally killing some villagers—that could be smoothed over by his family.
But intentionally killing a colleague was an extremely serious matter.
He could claim self-defense since Zhang Zongnian attacked first, but Zhou Dongxing wouldn’t just believe his side.
He would seek confirmation from the villagers.
If the villagers told Zhou Dongxing that Yang Yuhai maliciously killed Zhang Zongnian, he would be severely punished.
Even the family’s Ancestor in Foundation Establishment couldn’t save him then.
A vicious light flashed in Yang Yuhai’s eyes.
These villagers had to die!
Might as well go all out—he’d slaughter the entire village and blame the Evil Daoist and the demon.
With all witnesses dead, no one could expose him.
For the sake of Yang Commandant’s future, their heads would serve his purpose!
He drew the Zhanfeng sword from his back and chased after the scattering villagers outside the hall.
The villagers who had just escaped from Yu Honglian’s hands never expected to be hunted again—this time by an Immortal Master of the Demon-Slaying Division.
Their savior had turned into a slaughterer.
The villagers cried out as their legs weakened, desperately fleeing for their lives.
Outside the ancestral hall, screams and wails echoed continuously.
Lin Xue watched helplessly, silently mourning for the villagers.
Yang Yuhai truly was less than an animal.
It seemed that after he violated her, he would definitely silence her too—no chance for revenge at all.
She mourned silently.
It had only been two days since crossing over.
She had just become a demon and hadn’t even had time to make her mark before being violated and now about to be killed.
As a transmigrator, she was probably the most miserable one ever.
She lay inside the Fuyao Wang, utterly hopeless, quietly waiting for the tragedy to unfold.
Suddenly, she saw Zhang Zongnian stretch out his left hand and grasp the sword hilt.
Clenching his teeth, he painfully tried to pull it out.
The blade cut through his flesh; his face was twisted in agony, his whole body trembling, but he persisted.
The long sword was pulled out more than halfway; the part stuck in the ground was completely freed.
Zhang Zongnian released his grip, gasping for breath, taking a moment to rest.
Then he crawled sideways on the ground, dragging the sword embedded in his abdomen, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.
He was gravely injured and crawling with great difficulty.
Lin Xue watched in surprise, unsure of what he intended to do.
Outside, screams and cries continued unabated.
After much effort, Zhang Zongnian finally crawled to Lin Xue’s side.
He reached out and grabbed a corner of the Fuyao Wang, pulling hard to tear it open.
Only then did Lin Xue realize he was trying to open the Fuyao Wang and release her.
A surge of hope suddenly welled up inside her.
She couldn’t speak but stared at him intently, encouraging him with her eyes.
Zhang Zongnian was in intense pain and exhaustion.
He had been struck twice in the abdomen and had only one functioning hand.
The Fuyao Wang was large and heavy, making it extremely difficult to pull.
Dizzy and seeing stars, his mouth tasted of iron rust, the wounds burning fiercely.
He felt his strength almost gone.
He wanted to rest and catch his breath.
But he lifted his head and saw the demon’s grateful and encouraging eyes staring at him.
Suddenly, renewed strength surged through his body.
He gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, pulling the Fuyao Wang into his arms with all his might.
Finally, a gap tore open in the Fuyao Wang.
Lin Xue’s power immediately returned.
Her demonic energy flowed through her body once again.
With a nimble flip, she sprang to her feet and kicked the hateful Fuyao Wang aside.
Zhang Zongnian collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily, unable to speak.
Lin Xue crouched beside him and said, “Brother Zhang, I won’t say much now. Wait for me—I’m going to kill that bastard, then come back to save you.”
Zhang Zongnian weakly nodded.
Having finally rescued her, his eyes were filled with relief.
Lin Xue patted his shoulder, then stood up straight, gripping the Blood Fiend firmly as she headed toward the ancestral hall’s entrance.