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The conversation paused deliberately, and seeing the girl’s face half-covered by a large hat, she remained silent. He took a deep breath and asked her to return the demon core.
Sang Qingxiao glanced at him with disdain. He must be over forty, yet he was still only a Fourth-Level Celestial Master! The demon they had just encountered was old, specializing in charm control, with offensive capabilities merely supplementary. It had forcibly enhanced itself using Evil Arts, making it far weaker than its mid-level demon general appearance suggested.
Yet even against such a seemingly strong but internally weak demon, two Demon Catchers from Jingjing City struggled to handle it.
How ridiculous! If he were merely incompetent, that would be one thing. But instead of focusing on proper cultivation, he wasted all his cunning on the deceitful games of the political arena.
Do you remember the Caution Tablet standing outside the gates of Jingjing City? That stone tablet not only commemorates the glory and benefits earned by our Patriarch but also clearly states our responsibilities as members of the Demon Catching Sect, including the absolute prohibition against entering the Forbidden Zone!
The so-called Forbidden Zone primarily refers to the fact that the Demon Catching Sect must not interfere in Political Affairs. This rule is paramount, placed above many others, with its lettering significantly larger.
Sang Qingxiao continued to question him, “Who gave you the audacity to meddle in Political Affairs? Do you wish to become a criminal opposed to both the Demon Catching Sect and the court? What does the promotion of an official in The Office of Censors have to do with you? Why does it bother you so much that you would neglect your duty to protect ordinary people?”
“If you truly caught a criminal this time, even if your methods were underhanded and taboo, at least your intentions were good. We could turn a blind eye and commend your righteousness. But instead, like a clown, you laid your clumsy tactics bare before everyone else. Did you really think no one would notice? You’ve brought shame upon the Demon Catching Sect!”
“You… you…”
Huang Hai was left dumbfounded by this barrage of criticism. No one had ever confronted him so directly before. With the name of the Patriarch thrown at him like a hammer, he found himself at a loss for words, his face turning red from embarrassment.
“And you just talked about rules? Remember this: within the framework of the Caution Tablet, strength has always been paramount in the Demon Catching Sect! That is the rule! Understand?!”
Growing impatient with these people, Sang Qingxiao gathered his energy and vanished into the night.
After quite some time, Huang Hai finally cleared his throat in an attempt to salvage some dignity. It was difficult to deal with women and petty people; what kind of situation was this? Where did this countryside brat come from, thinking he could sit above them?
Qi Xiaomian interrupted him. “Master Huang, let’s first discuss what happened tonight.”
After handling that matter, it was already late into the night. Exiting The Office of Censors, Qi Xiaomian instinctively glanced toward The Food Haven. Light was seeping through its closed doors.
As he approached, he heard lively chatter coming from within Small Eatery. Qi Xiaomian signaled for his brother Qi Shuo to leave first and raised his hand to knock on The Food Haven's door.
Suddenly, the door swung open on its own, and something rushed into his arms. He instinctively embraced it without waiting to see what it was when he felt a sharp pain in his right arm. The creature let out a loud cry and darted away into a corner of the small shop, desperately trying to wipe blood from its mouth while sobbing softly.
Sang Qingxiao was the first to notice something unusual about Qi Xiaomian. After being bitten, Qi's eyes gradually turned red, losing focus, while his muscles twitched uncontrollably. The intensity of the spasms fluctuated, and a repulsive aura seeped from the wound, heading straight for the living beings nearby.
Once Sang Qingxiao identified the source of that aura, he quickly deduced what was happening with Qi Xiaomian. He couldn't help but think, how skillfully you have orchestrated your own demise!
He knew he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. With a flick of his fingers, Sang Qingxiao conjured green runes and pressed them against Qi Xiaomian's wound. Fortunately, it was the right remedy, and gradually, the crisis began to ease.
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