Chapter 492 - 354: A Calamity of Epic Proportions! (Double-Length) (2)

Most of it was provided by the Flower Raccoon Demon crowd, with some contributions from other demons.

It can only be said that Meng Shuxuan slaughtered quite a number of demons that day, leaving the area devoid of Demon Qi, which now benefits Song Changming.

Some empty minds were drooping over the edge of the bathing tub, recalling the series of scenes from the battle with Zhao Liang.

This battle was exceedingly difficult, Song Changming managed to endure to the end almost solely with the help of a pile of Armor Seals.

Thinking about the sword wounds he sustained during that battle, calling it being cut by a thousand knives is no exaggeration.

This taste, truly difficult to put into words, and it’s no wonder he remembers this battle so vividly.

He might not forget it even after decades or a hundred years.

"Ultimately, it was too forced..." Song Changming sighed softly.

Without the aid of those twenty Armor Seals, his actual strength fell short of reaching the Innate Perfection Level.

It’s like leveling up smoothly in middle to low-level instances, suddenly facing a high-level BOSS rushing out from a full-level instance, yelling to fight and kill.

"This old bastard!"

Just thinking about it makes one angry; this is the nasty side of noble families.

As long as they put aside their dignity, they can instantly summon an Innate Perfection Realm expert to join the play.

How could an average person possibly compete with the deep-rooted power of a noble family?

Only Song Changming had obtained the mysterious and powerful Ancient Witch inheritance, surviving from this desperate situation.

But having eliminated one Innate Perfection Realm old thing, the Zhao Family likely doesn’t only possess a single Innate Perfection Realm expert.

What’s more, Song Changming is most concerned about whether the Zhao Family has experts above the Innate level, comparable to Grandmaster Level.

It’s hard to say they don’t.

After all, these top-tier noble families have a lengthy heritage spanning thousands of years, with too many family secrets hidden away.

Thus, although Prince Cui is officially appointed by Cui Bai Dao as the leader and ruler, in reality, he doesn’t hold absolute power in Cui Bai Dao.

More accurately, Prince Cui represents the official imperial authority, governing the land alongside the local noble family forces.

Prince Cui alone cannot wield the power of life and death over the noble families.

It’s not as if he can simply order the Zhao Family’s demise, and they will surely perish.

If top-tier noble families lacked the ability to protect themselves, they couldn’t possibly stand strong for thousands of years.

"However, even if the Zhao Family has Grandmaster-level experts, they can’t easily make an appearance, and as long as the Grandmaster doesn’t step out, I can protect myself at the very least." Song Changming murmured to himself, looking at the shimmering medicinal soup.

Elsewhere, at the City Lord’s Mansion, Yang Zhen looked at the letter in his hand, hesitated for a long time, and finally sent it out.

The messenger bird flew out of the window, away from Feng City, ultimately heading towards the main city’s direction.

Another day passed.

Main City’s Second District, Military Department premises.

Wang Tianshuang was discussing important matters with Wang Shifu and several Little Flag Masters.

"Speaking of which, hasn’t Yang Zhen sent back any news? It’s been quite a few days now," Wang Shifu suddenly asked.

"Could something have happened? Normally, the Flower Raccoon tribe, restricted by their bloodline, shouldn’t be able to produce any fearsome demons," Yan Dingjin said in confusion.

"The Flower Raccoon Demons aren’t strong, but they’re quite cunning. If Yang Zhen becomes careless, he might end up flipping the boat on the small river; let’s hope he doesn’t come back without any achievements and instead gets punished for incompetence," Gao Shuxi said, arms crossed, sneering.

"Brother Gao, we’ve been working together for years; you should know Yang Zhen’s cautious nature, he wouldn’t be so careless," Wang Shifu frowned, defending Yang Zhen.

"Well, that’s hard to say," Gao Shuxi said indifferently and didn’t elaborate further.

Suddenly, a Personal Guard’s voice came from outside the door.

"Come in," Wang Tianshuang’s voice called from the high seat.

The Personal Guard quickly walked in and presented the letter.

"It’s from Feng City; an urgent report from Banner Master Yang,"

Wang Tianshuang took it and smiled lightly, "As we were just talking about it, news arrives."

Then, he opened the envelope and read Yang Zhen’s letter.

The atmosphere in the conference hall gradually became heavy.

The three individuals below noticed Wang Tianshuang’s unusual expression and exchanged glances.

"Grand Marshal, did something happen at Yang Zhen’s end?" Wang Shifu asked after Wang Tianshuang finished reading the letter.

Wondering if Gao Shuxi’s words had indeed come true.

Wang Tianshuang did not answer immediately, only frowned as though contemplating something.

Wang Shifu and others watched, puzzled, but dared not ask too many questions.

Suddenly, wisps of Gang Qi emerged from Wang Tianshuang’s hands, directly shaking the letter into powder.

"When they arrived, Feng City’s City Lord was assassinated by the Demon race and is already dead."

"This Yang Zhen really is incompetent," Gao Shuxi remarked indifferently.

If not for Wang Tianshuang’s tense expression, he would have further criticized Yang Zhen.

"I remember the Feng City Lord was a member sent by the Meng Family," Yan Dingjin recalled.

The position of a City Lord is not low, it’s considerably important.

After all, the entire Cui Bai Dao has only twenty-eight major cities.

Those who can hold the position surely have not only significant status and rank in their respective noble families but also outstanding capabilities.

Therefore, the death of a City Lord naturally is no small matter.

The Meng Family is likely to erupt in fury over this incident.

Wang Tianshuang said little, dismissing the three individuals, then leaned alone on the long bench, with solid eyes fixed on the ceiling, tapping his fingers on the table, deep in thought.

The contents of Yang Zhen’s letter of course included more than just Meng Jianli’s death.

For Wang Tianshuang, the death of a City Lord wasn’t a matter worthy of much contemplation, since it wasn’t someone from the Wang Family.

What truly worried him was the death of Zhao Zun and Zhao Liang.

That’s the real major issue!

Especially Zhao Liang, he knew full well that this old fellow held an extremely high status within the Zhao Family.

Even the current Zhao Family Patriarch had to pay respects upon seeing him, demonstrating great reverence.

Yet, such a distinguished figure was killed by one of his generals.

This news was nothing short of earth-shattering thunder, and even Wang Tianshuang felt uneasy after reading the letter.

Yang Zhen’s letter, although labeled as urgent news, seemed more like a plea for help.

He realized they’ve stirred up big trouble and hoped the Grand Marshal would assist them.

Previously, when Zhao Zun clashed with Yang Zhen and others and was taken by the government, it was Wang Tianshuang who fetched them.

But this time, the nature of the conflict is entirely different.

This time, after all, an extremely important member of the Zhao Family has died.

It’s almost without a doubt that the Zhao Family won’t let the matter rest easily.

"If I don’t aid them, my fine subordinates will be lost..." Wang Tianshuang muttered as if to convince himself.

To save or not?

"This troublesome bunch really poses quite a conundrum..."

Despite expressing these thoughts, he gradually formed a plan and made a decision.

He abruptly stood up and walked outside.

"Let’s go, visit the Prince’s Mansion first."

...

A few days later.

On Feng City’s walls.

A group of City Guards watched as people moved in and out of the city, sighing heavily.

"Even after so many days, I still find it hard to believe our City Lord has died just like that."

"Me too, but I heard the generals from the main city have wiped out the Flower Raccoon Demons, so Feng City should be safe."

"Alas, I thought the previous City Lord was quite good, wonder how the new City Lord will be..."

"I don’t expect the new City Lord to love the people like his own children, just hope not to have our salary and military pay docked."

"Indeed."

The City Guards chatted with each other idly; recently the most significant issue was the City Lord’s assassination.

Notably, this wasn’t the first City Lord of Feng City to be assassinated by the Demon race.

Suddenly, a City Guard looked towards the distant sky, noticing a group of dark specks swiftly approaching Feng City.

"Hey, what’s that?"

"Seems like figures!"

The group of City Guards watched as the dark specks grew larger and more distinct.

They were unmistakably a group of Innate Martial Artists manipulating their Qi to fly.

Before they could react, this group of Innate Martial Artists had already flown into Feng City without any notification, landing directly at the City Lord’s Mansion.

Consequently, the group instantly alerted the stationed guards at the mansion.

"Who are you!"

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