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Guan Mama looked at Qin Feng, her expression serious. "What is your connection to this demon?"
Qin Feng glanced at Guan Mama, thinking that some matters were better left unasked.
Guan Mama was taken aback; the aura he exuded was strikingly similar to that of the prince.
Qin Feng reclined back in his chair, his gaze shifting to the Black Python.
Guan Mama vanished from sight, and he wondered if she had gone to inform Zhang Zhu.
Qin Feng didn’t care; as long as Zhang Zhu didn’t come looking for trouble, he was fine. All he wanted was to quietly be a top scholar. Was that too much to ask?
The Black Python tossed Zhen Guo's body outside the city, leaving a performance still to unfold within.
The Black Python shrank down to the size of dust, observing below where Nie Xiaoqian and her companions were dressed in night clothes, lying in wait outside the death row.
Nothing had happened yet; it was eerily quiet.
He took another look at Nie Xiaoqian and Qin Wan'er, both of whom displayed excitement in their eyes.
Time passed slowly until the Black Python noticed a figure approaching—it was Pu Du Ci Hang.
The old monk sat in a sedan chair, carried by several people, heading toward the death row.
Pu Du Ci Hang frowned slightly, looking up into the sky. He felt as if someone were watching him from above.
He scanned the area with his spiritual sense but found nothing amiss. Shaking his head, he thought perhaps he was overthinking it.
As they neared the death row, a strange glint appeared in Pu Du Ci Hang's eyes—there truly was someone there.
With another sweep of his spiritual sense, he spotted Fu Qingfeng and her companions hiding by the roadside.
Just as he was about to retract his spiritual sense, Pu Du Ci Hang gasped in surprise upon seeing Nie Xiaoqian and Qin Wan'er.
Their extreme yin bodies and half-demon forms sparked a greedy desire within him. The extreme yin body was an excellent furnace for alchemy, while a well-cultivated half-demon could yield limitless potential—or even serve as a vessel for possession.
In an instant, Pu Du Ci Hang began plotting how to utilize the two women.
He made sure not to alert them; they could be easily eliminated at his convenience.
He planned to bring the people out first and then deal with them casually.
In front of the death row, the warden seemed to have known this all along. He sent someone to bring all the prisoners out of the death row. Soon, a large group of people was brought out, among them an old man with a full head of hair, glaring angrily at Pu Du Ci Hang.
"You are not a national master at all; you are a Yao Seng."
Pu Du Ci Hang glanced at him and replied, "This is your emperor's order; what does it have to do with me?"
The old man paused, revealing a look of despair. Indeed, this Yao Seng was personally appointed by the emperor.
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from behind, and then dozens of men in black emerged, charging towards Pu Du Ci Hang and his group.
The warden and the guards were startled and hurriedly retreated from the death row. The situation had already spiraled beyond their control.
Nie Xiaoqian and Qin Wan'er did not rush forward but instead directed Jian Wan to swiftly eliminate the enemies.
It must be said that Jian Wan was truly terrifying; those people were corpses controlled by centipedes, showing no fear of death. Yet under Jian Wan's relentless assault, they offered no resistance whatsoever.
Fu Qingfeng and her companions were taken aback by Nie Xiaoqian and her team's formidable strength. Then they showed joy and quickly ran towards the old man.
The old man looked at Fu Qingfeng and her group, instantly realizing what had happened. His expression changed dramatically as he exclaimed, "You have such audacity!"
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