The plague in Wushan County was actually connected to County Magistrate Wei Changqing?

This news was like a boulder dropped into a still pond, sending massive waves through the crowd.

However, upon seeing Huang Xian’Er holding the Demon Extermination Token and the corpse of Wei Changqing, the officials of the Wushan County Yamen had no choice but to accept this reality.

"We’re taking temporary control of the County Yamen."

"Who is the Chief Constable?"

Huang Xian’Er asked gravely.

"I am Hu Bai, Chief Constable of the Wushan County Yamen."

A burly, bearded man replied, cupping his fist.

"Open the armory at once. Have all the constables and government officials suit up in armor."

"We are about to go and destroy the Wangling Sect’s stronghold!"

Huang Xian’Er commanded.

The night before, Wei Changqing had not only confessed everything but had also revealed the location of the Wangling Sect’s stronghold.

Today, their mission was to crush it.

"The Wangling Sect has the Master of Difficulties in command there. With just our current numbers, we might not be a match for them."

"I think we should reconsider and plan this more carefully."

An official spoke up.

Huang Xian’Er shot him a look and said coolly, "It seems you’re cut from the same cloth as Wei Changqing, secretly colluding with the Wangling Sect!"

With that said.

With a flick of her wrist.

SHINK!

A cold light flashed before the official’s eyes, and a sharp pain bloomed in his throat.

A longsword had pierced straight through his neck.

"Gurgle..."

The official tried to say something, but no words came out.

When Huang Xian’Er withdrew her sword, the official clutched his neck and collapsed.

The metallic stench of blood filled the air of the County Yamen’s front courtyard.

"Any other objections?"

Huang Xian’Er’s gaze swept across the crowd as she spoke coolly.

She was meek before Han Yuan.

But that was only before Han Yuan.

Seeing the official’s corpse, no one dared to utter a sound.

Hu Bai’s heart pounded as he glanced at Huang Xian’Er. Just as he was about to obey her command to open the armory and distribute the weapons and armor...

"Yellow Springs Saint Mother, deliver us from this sea of suffering."

"Yellow Springs Saint Mother, deliver us from this sea of suffering."

"..."

Suddenly, a strange sound came from outside the gates.

It was incredibly loud and dense, as if a great many people were shouting in unison.

"What’s going on outside?"

Huang Xian’Er asked, frowning.

Hu Bai quickly sent someone to investigate.

Soon, a government official came running back, his face a mask of panic. "My lords, the followers of the Wangling Sect have surrounded the County Yamen!"

"How many?" Huang Xian’Er asked.

"I don’t know... They’re packed together, a whole sea of them!"

"They’re trying to break in like madmen! Our men can’t hold them back much longer!"

The government official cried out in alarm.

"Let’s go take a look."

Han Yuan finally spoke.

The group hurried toward the entrance of the County Yamen.

The locked main gate of the Yamen was shuddering from repeated impacts, and several government officials were desperately bracing it from the inside.

Clearly, the Wangling Sect followers had been incited to storm the County Yamen.

"Open the gate."

Han Yuan said simply upon seeing the scene.

Hearing his command, the few government officials gritted their teeth and opened the main gate.

Instantly, a flood of fanatical Wangling Sect followers surged in, still shouting their mantra.

"Yellow Springs Saint Mother, deliver us from this sea of suffering."

"Yellow Springs Saint Mother, deliver us from this sea of suffering!"

Seeing this, Han Yuan broke into a grin.

With no intention of even speaking to them, he drew his Cold Blade and charged forward, swinging.

SLASH!!!

The air howled with the wind of his blade, a flurry of cold flashes.

One head after another flew into the air.

Han Yuan’s expression remained calm, the Cold Blade in his hand a blur of motion. He was like a harbinger of death descended to the mortal world.

It was an utterly bloody and terrifying scene.

Huang Xian’Er, Xu Feng, and the men of the County Yamen felt their scalps tingle with fear as they watched.

Even the Wangling Sect followers, who had been chanting moments before, were so terrified by the slaughter that they fell silent.

But Han Yuan did not stop his slaughter.

For him, killing these Wangling Sect followers was far too easy.

One slash, one kill.

It took no effort at all!

He wore no expression at all.

Cold. Apathetic. Terrifying.

"AHHH!!!"

Finally, someone couldn’t take it anymore. They let out a terrified scream and turned to flee.

Soon, many of the less zealous Wangling Sect followers broke and fled from the County Yamen in a mad scramble.

The followers outside who hadn’t yet entered lost their nerve and quickly scattered.

In the end, only a few dozen headless corpses remained, the stench of blood rising to the heavens.

’So much for their deep faith,’ Han Yuan muttered. ’They break after just a few kills.’

But he soon noticed someone who hadn’t fled.

The man was kneeling on the ground, muttering to himself, "Yellow Springs Saint Mother, deliver us from this sea of suffering."

Han Yuan smiled and lopped the man’s head off with a single swing.

"Since you worship the Yellow Springs Saint Mother so much, I’ll send you to meet her. You should thank me for it."

Han Yuan muttered to himself.

Those who overheard him shot him a strange glance before quickly looking away.

They didn’t dare provoke this harbinger of death.

"Hu Bai."

"What were your orders?"

"Get to it, now!"

Han Yuan said coldly.

"Yes!"

Hearing Han Yuan, Hu Bai’s face went pale. He hurriedly called the constables and government officials to follow him to the armory.

A short while later, dozens of armored constables and government officials were assembled in the front courtyard.

"Follow me!"

Without another word, Han Yuan led the men out of the County Yamen.

They made their way to a spacious mansion.

The mansion had originally belonged to a wealthy merchant. Then, the merchant and his entire family had vanished overnight, and the property became the Wangling Sect’s stronghold in Wushan County. The so-called Master of Difficulties resided here.

Now, the mansion’s main gate was shut tight, with no guards posted outside.

Han Yuan walked right up to it and kicked.

BANG!

The wooden gate instantly shattered, exploding into a cloud of splinters.

Han Yuan was the first to charge inside.

Huang Xian’Er and Xu Feng followed close behind with the others.

As Han Yuan entered the courtyard, he found dozens of armed Wangling Sect followers waiting for them, their expressions grim.

They were all able-bodied men, likely common folk who had been completely bewitched and brainwashed by the Wangling Sect.

A yellow Talisman Paper, inscribed with a strange rune, was stuck to the center of each of their foreheads.

"Yellow Springs Saint Mother!"

"Grant me Divine Power!"

The Wangling Sect followers roared.

The next moment.

The yellow Talisman Paper on their foreheads suddenly burst forth with a blood-red glow.

"AHHH!!!"

The Wangling Sect followers began to howl in agony. Their muscles bulged, their eyes turned bloodshot, and they charged at Han Yuan’s group like wild beasts.

Han Yuan kicked the man at the very front.

BAM!

His foot slammed into the man’s stomach.

The man was sent flying more than ten meters!

With Han Yuan’s strength, the man’s internal organs were surely ruptured and torn to shreds.

But the man simply got back to his feet, spitting out fragments of his own viscera as he charged madly at Han Yuan once more.

’Doesn’t he feel pain?’

Han Yuan frowned and swiftly drew his Cold Blade with his right hand.

SWISH!

A flash of chilling light slashed out, taking the man’s head clean off.

This time, the Wangling Sect follower finally stopped moving.

"KILL!!!"