Inside Region City, on the long street.
A Young Monk, draped in a tattered kasaya, was walking slowly.
He was extremely handsome, with eyes like bright stars and rosy lips and white teeth.
Even wearing a monk's robe, he could not conceal his transcendent demeanor.
"Oh, which family's Little Master is that? He's so handsome."
The widow selling tofu leaned against the door frame, flicking the handkerchief in her hand, her eyes shifting.
The porter next to her spat sourly.
"Hmph, look at that soft, tender skin. He's probably some Young Master from a wealthy family, dressing up to deceive Little Girls."
Even more daring young women and married wives either covered their mouths and chuckled lightly or boldly cast flirtatious glances.
The Young Monk paid no heed, walking straight through the bustling crowd, finally stopping before a solemn and majestic yamen.
"This is the place."
The Young Monk looked up.
"Stop!"
The two Demon Suppression Guards at the entrance drew their waist sabers half an inch, shouting sternly, "This is a key location of Demon Suppression, unauthorized personnel must retreat!"
The Young Monk pressed his palms together and bowed slightly.
"Amitabha."
"this poor monk, Forget-Infatuation, has specially come to your Division to ask for a..."
He was interrupted before he could finish.
He was interrupted.
"Scram, scram, scram! Did you come to my Demon Suppression Division begging for food?"
"..."
Forget-Infatuation slowly withdrew his smile, his face expressionless: "this poor monk does not beg for alms."
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping past the two guards and directly into the depths of the main gate.
"Tell Wei He to come out."
"If he is willing to sever one of his arms and hang it on the mountain gate of Baosha Temple as an atonement, this poor monk will show mercy today and spare the lives of everyone in this Division."
The two Demon Suppression Guards exchanged glances.
Wei He?
Great General Wei?
Let alone this wild monk who came from who knows where.
Even the Region Prefect must greet him politely as General Wei upon meeting him.
Moreover, the Demon Suppression Division is not what it used to be; now there is even a Commander presiding over it!
How dare this monk be so presumptuous?!
An older Demon Suppression Guard sneered and pushed his thumb against his saber.
Clang—
The waist saber was drawn half an inch, and a cold gleam flashed out.
"What arrogance."
"You want General Wei to sever his own arm?"
"Where did this crazy monk come from? I think reciting scriptures has ruined your brain, running here to cause trouble!"
"Leave quickly! Otherwise, don't blame your grandpa for being ruthless with his blade, whether you are a monk or not!"
Forget-Infatuation heard this but did not get angry.
He took one step forward.
Thump!
The guarding Demon Suppression Guard felt his heart suddenly clench; his Blood and Qi surged, and his face instantly turned pale.
"Then this poor monk will simply have to take it himself."
Before the words finished.
Forget-Infatuation took another step forward.
This step had already crossed the threshold.
"Presumptuous!"
...Inside the main gate.
A burst of noisy footsteps was rushing outwards.
The Captain leading the group was holding a stack of newly written notices; the ink was not yet dry.
"Hurry up! Be quick about it!"
"The proclamation from the newly appointed Commander must be posted at the gates of the four cities today. If we delay this important matter and the higher-ups blame us, none of us can afford the consequences!"
Trailing behind were seven or eight Demon Suppression Guards, carrying paste buckets, all looking rushed.
"Sir, don't worry, we'll go right now..."
Before the words finished.
Boom—
A huge sound.
Several figures, mixed with wood shavings, rolled to everyone's feet.
"Who is it?"
The Captain was so startled his hand shook, and the notices in his arms scattered across the ground.
It happened that one notice drifted down and landed right at the entrance.
Forget-Infatuation didn't even glance at it.
His foot landed.
He strode into the main gate.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes billowing, dark Qi swirling around his body.
"Wei He."
"this poor monk gives you the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn."
"If you don't come out soon, this poor monk will tear down your Demon Suppression Division!"
The voice, wrapped in profound True Qi, boomed like rolling winter thunder above the entire Demon Suppression Division.
The might of the Ink Dot Realm was displayed without reservation!
The Captain was just about to shout a reprimand.
But sensing this aura, he instantly fell silent.
He had spent many years in Region and had seen General Wei take action.
But even General Wei's cultivation of Perfected Core Formation definitely lacked such a despairing sense of oppression.
This aura... is probably more than just Core Formation!
Ink Dot Realm?!
As those two words popped up, the Captain felt his scalp tingle.
When did such a Great Deity arrive in the desolate Longyou Circuit?!
"You... who... who are you?!"
Forget-Infatuation couldn't be bothered to respond.
He merely calculated the time silently in his heart.
"..."
How could the Captain worry about face now? He immediately yelled at the Demon Suppression Guard beside him: "Q-quickly... quickly go invite Lord Wei!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something.
Wait... I almost forgot about that person... "No! Quickly go invite Lord Jiang!"
"Yes!"
The Demon Suppression Guard beside him immediately turned and ran.
Forget-Infatuation did not stop him.
Since he intended to establish his might, he needed to wait until everyone was present before striking them dead with a single palm, only then could he showcase the power of Baosha Temple.
He slightly raised his chin, feeling the True Qi within his body.
Recalling how his Abbot Senior Brother had repeatedly warned him before he descended the mountain, Forget-Infatuation couldn't help but shake his head, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
Heh... having just entered the Ink Dot Realm, his perspective is too narrow after all.
If he knew the Heavenly Chasm-like gap that existed between the Ink Dot Realm and Core Formation.
Perhaps he wouldn't have been so cautious.
Demon Suppression Division?
If there were a Commander presiding, he might still be wary.
But this mere Longyou Commandery, presided over by a Core Formation cultivator... they are nothing but a pack of weaklings!
The time it takes for half a stick of incense to burn.
Dense footsteps came from the depths of the yamen.
Hundreds of Demon Suppression Guards, hands resting on their waist sabers, surged out like a black tide, quickly lining up on both sides.
Every one of them had a solemn expression and surging Killing Intent.
Immediately after.
A figure dressed in deep black official robes stepped slowly across the vermilion threshold.
Dark hair tied high, a red cloak sweeping the ground.
And the famous Great General Wei, at this moment, lowered his head and eyes, following closely behind the Young Woman.
The Captain, who had been unsettled and doubtful, now looked at the figure on the steps, who was not particularly tall.
He felt a rush of hot blood straight to the top of his head.
His previously hunched back instantly straightened.
He glared fiercely at the Young Monk.
Damn it.
Let you show off.
I'll make you fly later!
Seemingly noticing the Captain's actions, Forget-Infatuation's brow furrowed slightly.
His gaze passed over the Demon Suppression Guards who were glaring at him.
Finally landing on the Young Woman leading the group.
Although he had never met Wei He himself.
He wasn't stupid enough to mistake this Young Woman for Wei He.
But strangely, the "Black Skins" present seemed to regard the Young Woman as their central figure... "And who are you?"
"this poor monk is looking for Wei He. Tell him to come out and speak. Little Girl, you should go wait somewhere cool and don't bring trouble upon yourself."
The surroundings were dead silent.
Hundreds of Demon Suppression Guards stood with their hands on their sabers, yet no one spoke; only their eyes were intensely strange.
Jiang Yuechu slightly tilted her head, her pair of cold, clear eyes assessing the Young Monk before her.
Only two days after returning to Region, someone had already come knocking.
And looking at this person's appearance... a monk who could be so arrogant in the Region.
Besides Precious Temple, who else could it be?
"Baosha Temple?"
Forget-Infatuation looked arrogant and did not deny it.
"That is correct."
"this poor monk, Forget-Infatuation, descended the mountain today specifically to demand an explanation for Precious Temple."