I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World

Chapter 305: Kill But Do Not Ferry

Black Snake Thief's connection to the Black Mountain Demon was just a guess by Han Zheng.

After questioning, this guess had been confirmed, which was indeed bad news.

It proved that in this Weapon Casting Conference, the Black Mountain Demon was indeed planning to meddle, and who knew what kind of chaos could ensue.

Fang Jueming sighed, "Troublesome times, indeed. With the Black Mountain Demon on the brink of a comeback, who knows what troubles it will stir up at the Weapon Casting Conference?"

Han Zheng said, "Actually, I don't think we need to worry too much even if the Black Mountain Demon wants to cause trouble at the Weapon Casting Conference."

"Why?"

Han Zheng calmly replied, "The Weapon Casting Conference is a grand event for the Martial World of Southern Mountain, not hosted by our Demon Cleansing Bureau; we are merely participants.

People from the Five Families and Seven Sects of Southern Mountain will all send representatives. Even if the Black Mountain Demon tries to cause trouble at the conference, these noble families and sects will take action as well.

Plus, before coming here, Elder Wen Tingyun had instructed me to take the opportunity to gauge the attitudes of the various sects towards the impending return of the Black Mountain Demon.

So, I'm actually hoping the Black Mountain Demon will stir up some issues, to give us a clearer picture."

Fang Jueming, just the Demon Sweeping Colonel of Qianjiang Prefecture, didn't have Han Zheng's far-reaching vision; he simply hoped that Qianjiang Prefecture wouldn't be affected by the demon chaos.

After hearing Han Zheng's perspective, Fang Jueming felt more at ease.

Having dealt with the Black Snake Thief, Han Zheng ordered the other Xuanjia Guards to hang the body of the Black Snake by the roadside and behead those killed, displaying their heads on the city walls for all to see.

Although the move was somewhat cruel, it had a powerful deterrent effect both on the martial artists within the city and outlaws beyond.

Those from the Martial World within the city breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Han Zheng and Su Wuming leave. Only now did they realize that these two fierce gods had gone outside the city on a killing spree, and their methods were even more ruthless and tyrannical.

Seeing this, those from the Martial World who had some minor plots in mind immediately dismissed their thoughts.

For the next two days, Han Zheng and Su Wuming continued to exterminate ruffians and bandits outside the city, but the gain was not substantial as the remnants were not as strong as the Black Snake Thief.

At that time, Fang Jueming brought news to Han Zheng.

"Brother Han, a brother from the neighboring State Mansion has sent a message that the infamous Lian Mountain Seven Fiends of Southern Mountain are currently en route to our Qianjiang Prefecture."

"How strong are these Lian Mountain Seven Fiends? Stronger than the Black Snake Thief?"

Fang Jueming said gravely, "They're not of the same kind. The Black Snake Thief had many people, but the Lian Mountain Seven Fiends have always been just seven, each one of them a grandmaster of Xuan Gang Realm.

These seven are naturally cruel and filled with malice, having all been on the wanted list of the Demon Cleansing Bureau.

However, their small number makes them extremely nimble and able to disperse and flee with ease.

Brothers from other State Mansions have also organized manhunts against them, but all have failed.

Now that they are heading for Qianjiang Prefecture, it's most likely not for any good reason."

"Let Hai Dongqing keep an eye on their movements at all times; as soon as they're spotted, we'll move in immediately."

Han Zheng was quite interested in these Lian Mountain Seven Fiends, as seven martial artists of Xuan Gang Realm could provide quite an amount of Qi Blood Essence.

Su Wuming was silently wiping his Coiling Dragon Spear next to him, obviously ready for action at any moment.

By the following morning, Fang Jueming sent a message saying that Hai Dongqing had spotted the Lian Mountain Seven Fiends, who were heading directly for Qianjiang Prefecture.

After determining their location, Han Zheng, Su Wuming, and Fang Jueming took up positions on the road to intercept the Lian Mountain Seven Fiends.

There was a tea stall by the road, set up by an elderly villager who had noticed more martial artists passing by and decided to supplement his household income.

Han Zheng handed over two silver to the stall owner to rent out the stall, advising the old man to leave earlier to avoid being caught up in any collateral damage.

Pouring a large bowl of tea for Su Wuming and Fang Jueming, Han Zheng took a sip and said, "This tea, which costs merely coins and can satisfy one's thirst, tastes much better than the spiritual tea from Manjiang Tower that costs a thousand silver per pot."

Fang Jueming laughed and said, "I've also had the spiritual tea from Manjiang Tower when I attended a banquet with my master, and to be honest, it was indeed hard to swallow.

Adding all sorts of spiritual medicine to the tea leaves, does it even taste like tea anymore? It's like drinking a medicinal broth.

And that little medicinal effect is not substantial, not as effective as taking a Medicine Bath."

"People go to that place to eat and drink tea mainly for the sake of face, the price doesn't matter."

The three of them were chatting over tea and waiting for the Seven Fiends of the Connecting Mountains to appear.

At that moment, a piercing screech from a Hai Dongqing filled the sky, and Han Zheng and his companions immediately stood up and looked towards the end of the road.

It must be the Seven Fiends of the Connecting Mountains.

Moments later, indeed, a few figures were seen sprinting ahead at breakneck speeds, yet there were not seven, but five.

And it wasn't that they were hurrying along the road, but rather they were being chased to be killed.

A young monk in his twenties, dressed in a plain blue robe, with a handsome yet somewhat feminine face, was actually pursuing and trying to kill four martial artists in the Xuan Gang Realm.

Those four martial artists were running as if their lives depended on it, as though they were not being pursued by a fresh-faced young monk but by some dreadful demon instead.

Han Zheng and his friends were all slightly stunned, not knowing what the situation was.

"Is this that so-called Seven Fiends of the Connecting Mountains?"

Fang Jueming took a careful look and hesitantly said, "It seems so. The leader with only one eye is Pang Feilong, the boss of the Seven Fiends known as 'One-Eyed Bloodhand.'

But who is that young monk chasing them? Why are there only four left of the Seven Fiends? Were they all killed by that monk?"

"Let's just wait and see."

Han Zheng squinted his eyes, sharply focusing on the movements ahead.

The young monk, although looking young, possessed the peak strength of the Xuan Gang Realm and was extremely ruthless with his moves, each one aiming to take a life.

Yet, his face bore a faintly calm smile, utterly serene.

At that moment, the young monk brought down his palm, and golden Buddha Light glinted and converged, creating a colossal handprint dozens of yards wide in the air, which fell from above with terrifying force, sending the four flying away.

Pang Feilong, caught in the midst of that palm imprint, was struck until he spat blood, and the other three also turned pale.

At this point, they were all in complete despair.

Their opponent had relentlessly chased them for seven days and nights; they couldn't defeat him, nor could they escape, and now they were nearing complete exhaustion.

Pang Feilong turned back, pleading with the monk:

"Master Lian Sheng, we know we were wrong! We are ready to lay down our butcher's knives and become Buddhists on the spot, please spare our lives!

We promise we will never kill again, we won't even eat meat anymore, we will be vegetarians from now on!"

A serene smile appeared on Lian Sheng's face, and he softly shook his head, "It's good you're willing to lay down your butcher's knives, but those are Buddha's words, telling them to a little monk like me is pointless.

Whether Buddha decides to give you the chance to set down your butcher's knives is up to him; my job is to send you to meet the Buddha.

My cultivation is superficial, and it's difficult enough to reach enlightenment myself, let alone to pass on enlightenment to others.

I apologize, benefactors, but I have always been about killing, not saving. If you want repentance, you have approached the wrong person.

I advise you, benefactors, to resist no longer. Let me kill you, and you can find Buddha to confess your sins more quickly.

As they say, the sea of suffering is boundless; turning back is the shore."

Fang Jueming, who was watching the fight, suddenly widened his eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.

The Seven Fiends of the Connecting Mountains were nicknamed 'fiends' rather than 'thieves' because they were cruel and vicious, not simply outlaws out for profit.

The Black Serpent Thieves also killed people and even used martial artists to feed demons, but that was because there was profit to be had from it.

These Seven Fiends, however, were simply cruel and barbaric, with an innate love for killing, taking pleasure in taking lives.

They often slaughtered villages and towns to vent their irritation without reason, a nature even worse than that of demons.

After all, most demons only think of eating humans when they are hungry.

But humans may choose to kill even when not in need, and sometimes the evil in a human heart can be far worse than that of a demon.

And now the infamous and vicious Seven Fiends were being forced to become vegetarians. Just how terrifying were the methods of that young monk, to be able to bring them to this state?