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Everyone knows that Mu Qinghan's combat strength is a world apart from others in the same realm.
His swordsmanship is always offensive, never defensive; he can defeat ten thousand enemies with a single strike. He has cultivated for over ten years and has never been defeated.
They are old and their fighting strength is not what it used to be. If they were to fight him now, would they win or lose...?
What a little monster.
Fortunately, they had always treated the little guy well. The management of that academy also included members of the Wangquan and Dongfang families.
"But some disgusting maggots, relying on the power of their families, act arrogantly and domineeringly within the Dao Alliance, monopolizing cultivation resources, bullying unarmed mortals, and persecuting the innocent."
Mu Qinghan's voice was soft, yet it struck everyone's mind like a heavy hammer. He looked down at the struggling old man in his hands, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
"Old man, am I talking about... people like you?"
The old man, whose neck was being choked, turned blue and purple. He frantically clawed at Mu Qinghan's wrist with both hands, kicked futilely with his legs, and could only make choking "hoarse" sounds in his throat, his eyes filled with fear.
Mu Qinghan looked down at him, her tone laced with sarcasm: "What do you rely on? You're just a mere Demon King, yet you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me. Who gave you the guts?"
“If it weren’t for your family backing you up, you wouldn’t even have the right to stand in front of me and speak.”
Mu Qinghan's voice was as cold as ice as he glanced at the old man groaning in pain on the ground. "Don't you always have 'strength is supreme' on your lips? Don't you always like to show off your power?"
"Why do you forget the rules you uphold when it comes to me?"
"You...are you that afraid of me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slightly tightened his wrist and flicked it casually.
The old man was thrown onto the blue brick floor, hitting the table leg with a loud thud. He was in so much pain that he curled up and couldn't get up for a long time.
He mumbled "I...I..." but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"Or is it that your reliance is that so-called inspector?"
Mu Qinghan glanced at him, her tone full of disdain.
Those useless people who had been talking about punishing him before have fallen silent ever since he reached the half-step Demon Emperor level.
He ignored the old man on the ground, turned around and slowly walked back to his seat, sitting down gently.
His fingertips landed on the table again, tapping lightly.
Each sound seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present.
"So... I'm going to establish a Taoist academy. Does everyone have any objections?"
Mu Qinghan raised his eyes and swept them over the people in the council hall. No one dared to meet his gaze.
The hall was deathly silent, with only the sound of breathing and the wind outside the window mingling together; no one answered.
"From this day forward, I will be the academy's dean. Does anyone have any objections?"
He asked again, his tone still calm.
Silence remained.
Upon seeing this, Mu Qinghan smiled faintly, then stood up, straightened his robes, and turned to walk out of the council hall.
Everyone watched his figure gradually disappear into the distance, remaining silent for a long time.
Someone sighed first, their tone full of complex emotions.
"That quiet little guy from back then... he's really grown up now..."
Yes, that boy who once needed the protection of his family has now grown into someone who can lead the Dao Alliance's reforms and intimidate all the higher-ups.
No one dared to treat him like a child anymore.
Chapter 52 Massacre
Rain dripped down the eaves of the pavilion, splashing water on the ground.
Mu Qinghan stood quietly in the center of the pavilion, the hem of her snow-white robe fluttering gently in the wind.
He gazed at the rain curtain, his eyes calm.
The raindrops dripping from the eaves reflected clearly in his eyes.
"Qinghan, everything is ready."
A deep voice came from behind. Zhang Zheng was wearing a mask, and his body was surrounded by faint magical energy fluctuations, his aura was powerful and steady.
He has clearly reached the level of a Great Demon King.
"Everyone is back, and those spies hiding in the shadows have been eliminated. Tonight... let's proceed as planned."
Mu Qinghan did not turn around, but simply nodded slightly, her voice becoming even fainter against the backdrop of the rain.
"A swift and decisive battle, to be completed within half an hour."
Zhang Zheng chuckled softly, his tone full of disdain.
"Those pieces of trash, ten minutes is enough."
Mu Qinghan responded and turned his gaze back to the pond outside the pavilion.
Several emerald green lotus leaves float on the water, layer upon layer protecting the lotus bud in the center.
Raindrops fall on lotus leaves, instantly condensing into round droplets that roll down the edges of the leaves, splashing tiny water droplets on the water's surface before returning to calm in an instant.
He looked at it for a moment, then slowly turned around, raised his hand to take the fox mask off his waist, and hooked the ribbon with his fingertips to wrap it around the back of his head.
The mask covered most of his face, revealing only his sharply defined jawline and a pair of cold eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword beside him, and with a gentle pull, the sword was drawn, reflecting a cold silver light in the dim night, the patterns on the blade appearing and disappearing in the dim light.
Mu Qinghan lowered his eyes to look at his blurry reflection on the sword blade. The next second, he moved suddenly and disappeared from the pavilion.
Only the rain dripping from the eaves and the faint echo of swords lingering in the air remained.
The Inspectorate was the headquarters of the Inspector General.
A blinding bolt of lightning suddenly ripped through the night sky, splitting the dark canopy in two.
Immediately afterwards, the light drizzle turned into a torrential downpour, with large raindrops hitting the roof tiles with a loud "pitter-patter" sound, as if the whole world was about to be submerged.
The few lotus leaves protecting the lotus flowers in the courtyard were instantly battered and bent over by the wind and rain, their emerald green leaves curled up, revealing the pale veins on their undersides.
The lotus bud fared even worse; its petals were repeatedly battered by the rain, and it quickly lost its support, withering and falling one by one, floating on the murky water, drifting with the current.
"Damn it, what kind of weather is this? Why did it suddenly start raining so hard?"
Inside the house, a burly man with a fierce face kicked a wine jar at his feet in frustration, spilling the wine, which mixed with the mud on the ground and emitted a pungent smell.
"Damn, who knows!"
Another tall, thin man leaned against the doorframe, spat, and spoke with obvious dissatisfaction.
"I was thinking of going to the next village to grab a woman to play with when the rain got lighter, but now I can't even leave the house!"
"It's all that Mu Qinghan's fault! He destroyed the Heavenly Immortal Academy, and now we can't even find any fun!"
"Sigh, what a pity!" The man sitting at the table took a swig of wine, smacked his lips, and looked at the man with regret in his eyes.
"You should have listened to me back then and assassinated him before he grew up! Now look what's happened, he's become a half-step Demon Emperor, the entire Dao Alliance is in his hands, and we've long since lost control of him!"
A long sigh echoed in the room, and no one responded; only the sound of the torrential rain outside the window grew louder and louder.
"Boom!" Another thunderclap resounded, and a pale light instantly illuminated the entire courtyard, making even the raindrops flying everywhere clearly visible.
The gaunt inspector, who had been sitting silently in the corner, suddenly narrowed his pupils to the size of pinpoints.
Under the light of thunder, several masked figures stood starkly on the roof tiles opposite, their robes billowing in the gale. They stood like ghosts, their cold gazes fixed on the house, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Damn, what are you looking at? You seem so engrossed!"
The burly man noticed the inspector's odd behavior and followed his gaze, but found nothing. He cursed impatiently.
He turned his head curiously, but before his neck could turn completely, he felt a biting cold wind rushing towards him.
The next second, a snow-white shadow appeared beside him like a ghost, moving at an extremely fast speed.
He stiffly lowered his head and saw his companion's head rolling at his feet, eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.
Blood continued to spurt from the wound on his neck, staining his trouser leg red.
The snow-white figure slowly turned its head, revealing an exquisite fox mask to the tall, thin man. The eyes beneath the mask were as cold as ice.
The tall, thin man only managed to utter one syllable before he felt the world spinning around him.
His gaze plummeted downwards, and the last thing he saw was his headless body slowly falling, splashing up a cloud of mud.
Mu Qinghan's icy voice pierced through the torrential rain, clearly reaching the ears of every masked person.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone nodded slightly, and their figures instantly disappeared from the rooftop.
When the inspectors discovered the massacre... it was too late.
The pungent smell of blood, like an invisible chain, tightly bound everyone's throat.
Their hands, gripping their swords, trembled uncontrollably. As far as the eye could see, nearly half of their former comrades, who had once stood shoulder to shoulder with them, lay dead, their warm blood trickling down the cracks in the stone slabs.
"Counterattack! Counterattack!"
A minor leader roared and swung his sword at the nearest dark figure, only to see the other man turn his head to dodge, and then his sword precisely slashed the man's carotid artery.
No, they're not even in the same league. I can't beat them, I can't beat them!
"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"
It's unclear who uttered those words first, but the remaining inspectors instantly collapsed and fled in four different directions.
But then their steps suddenly stopped, and in each direction stood a figure, their masks gleaming coldly in the dim light.
Someone frantically counted the number of people: eight? Nine? Or ten?
Their force of several hundred men was driven to a dead end by these few people, and the encirclement tightened like an iron cage.
Cold sweat beaded on the forehead of the head inspector. His gaze swept quickly across the encirclement, finally settling on the white-clad man at the edge of the crowd.
The man wore a fox mask, his clothes were spotless, and he didn't make a move from beginning to end. He just stood in the shadows with his hands behind his back, as if the massacre had nothing to do with him.
"There! Break through in the direction of that man in white!"
The leader suddenly brandished his sword at Mu Qinghan, "He didn't make a move, so he must be the weakest! Charge out and you'll survive!"