Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 183 - 180: Lord Prefect, Coming to Clean Up

Chapter 183: Chapter 180: Lord Prefect, Coming to Clean Up

With the death of the last Xue family member, a swarm of "Demon Birds" turned their heads and charged out of the family temple, their voracious appetites seemingly insatiable.

However, at that moment, the aura of the group of spell-forbidden Colonels before them also underwent an abrupt change.

A moment prior they had been slipshod and lazy officials, but in the next, they had become a group of fierce tigers descending the mountain!

Moreover, they were like tigers who hadn’t eaten for three days, their eyes already redden with hunger.

The intense and brutal killing intent soared into the sky, frightening the group of "Demon Birds" so much that their charge faltered, and they couldn’t help but let out mournful cries.

It was as if a butcher could paralyze a vicious dog with a single glare, for these men had killed more demons and "Weird" objects than they could count.

Facing a group of "artificial" monsters that had only transformed recently, they felt like tigers entering a flock of sheep.

It was pure exhilaration!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The Imperial Dragon Guard was a well-trained machine of violence, founded by the "Taiyin Xuanbing Dao," a dangerous cult, so whether it was those who practiced swordsmanship, the art of the blade, drawn talismans, or bred poisons... their opening moves were all the same.

— Ha! Take my "Thunderclap"!

Hundreds of various "Thunderclaps" exploded amidst the group of "Demon Birds," whose minds had long ceased to be clear.

The flames and thunder power that shot into the sky blew these uncoordinated and tacticless "Weird" objects into a state of complete disarray.

A few unlucky ones who got focused by several attackers were reduced to charred corpses after just a testing attack.

Over a dozen "Weird" objects, and still, they were not enough to go around.

Wang Yuan, leading the charge, opened his mouth and spewed forth a frosty white sword light. The Geng Metal Divine Wind solidified into a sword, severing the neck of a female Bird Demon who was already gravely injured, in a flash.

Along with her neck, a massive black column outside the family temple that required two people to embrace was also cut down, causing a section of the roof to collapse with a rumble.

Beside him, Qiu Shaobai also drew his "Deceit Object·Three Eyed Iron Shot," and fiercely pulled the trigger.

A blast of crimson iron sand enveloped two Demon Birds at once.

Ability: revenge! The more hatred the holder harbors toward the target, the greater the power of the attack, which also infallibly triggers the effect: ceaseless bleeding.

Although Old White didn’t hate these "Weird" objects—in fact, he even...quite liked them.

But even just the base attack power of the iron gun was enough to send them straight to Western Heaven.

This group of men, who licked their blades and lived by bloodshed, clearly held incomparable combat power compared to those highborn who lived in comfort, slaughtering "Demon Birds" as if they were merely chopping vegetables.

Behind the two men, Jiang Feipeng, whose Taoist ability was the highest and had already touched the realm of True Qi, had long set his sights on Xue Yan, the butler, who had vaguely regained the strength of a "Dao General" after mutating.

With a bizarre shout from his mouth, he transformed into a golden Roc, flapping his wings to stir up a tide-like sharp wind blade, and pounced fiercely toward him.

Following closely behind was the Miao girl, Bai Mo, with all the exquisite silver ornaments on her body suddenly radiating an intensely cold and bone-chilling light.

Cling—!

The sound of countless membranous wings quivering was like that of billions of swords being drawn as the "Silver Sheath Poison" released frigid stars, turning into a field of silver light that filled the vision, voraciously gnawing around Xue Yan.

These thousands of poison worms were inescapable, proving to be the bane of those who specially cultivated their Corpse Soldier flesh.

Eyes, mouth, nose... in short, all seven orifices and nine openings were not spared.

The others each displayed their divine skills.

Especially the two said to hail from the Southern "Iron Coffin Path" , the Coffin Temple, brothers Chen Jia and Chen Yi.

With a flick of their wrists, eight iron-armored corpses, covered in steel scales, were released from the "Corpse Nourishing Bag", and in an instant, no bird could withstand them.

In just a short moment, under the siege of the Imperial Dragon Guard, even Xue Yan was gnawed by the "Silver Sheath Poison" into a pile of white bones without a trace of blood.

"Phew! At last, they’re completely exterminated.

The son and daughter-in-law are dead, the ’Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Formation’ is lost, and the entire family, old and young, have also been annihilated.

Now it’s to see what kind of reaction that Prime Minister Xue, who has some connections with ’No-Life Dao’, will make next. The moment you make a move, you’re bound to reveal a flaw.

I don’t believe you have no knowledge about the Fallen Dragon incident and the whereabouts of my concubine.

It’s a pity this old man doesn’t have any parents, otherwise bringing him back to mourn for three years, directly refining souls through murder, using severe torture for interrogation, I wonder how much effort could be saved."

Wang Yuan sheathed his Tiger Head Saber and turned around just in time to see the brothers from Coffin Temple, Chen Jia and Chen Yi, squatting next to Mrs. Xue’s corpse, their faces full of regret.

Muttering to themselves:

"Brother, I have a bold idea." "Brother, so do I."

"If we could take advantage of the heat... could we?" "Great minds think alike! It’s a no-lose situation."

"It’s a pity this hole is a bit big." "Just patch it up, I think it’ll work, not a big problem."

"In that case, why don’t we each..."

Clang! Clang!

Before they could act on their plan, Bai Mo, swinging her fists behind them, struck them hard on the head and scolded indifferently:

"You two bastards, don’t always think about using all the corpses to practice raising zombies! Can this even be used for that?"

Holding their heads and dodging, they continued to argue:

"It’s such a pity, this corpse is filled with grudges, it’s excellent material for corpse practice!"

"I hardly saw so many corpses filled with such heavy grudges in my life."

"Iron Coffin Dao" and "Poison God Path" are neighbors in the Southern Border, skilled in cultivating zombies as Lifebound Corpse Generals, advancing through the ranks: Iron Armor Corpse, Silver Armor Corpse, Golden Armor Corpse, their method shares mysterious similarities to the Ghost Path.

No wonder they find it hard to take their eyes off high-quality corpses, just like ordinary men captivated by a beauty.

But their words also reminded Wang Yuan.

Coming closer to take a look, he discovered that not only was the last breath of resentment not yet dissipated from Mrs. Xue’s throat, but her soul was also rapidly transforming into a fierce ghost.

"Tsk, tsk, this situation is somewhat complex; did she die from being infuriated by us live or was she killed by the Bird Demon.

If Miss Bai doesn’t say it, I’m almost tempted to use her to train Yin Soldiers."

The way Mrs. Xue pointed at everyone’s nose and cursed, demanding they accompany Xue Donglou in death with her arrogant and presumptuous attitude, is still vividly remembered.

Since her character was originally harsh, such a situation is not too surprising.

"It’s also strange that these ’Bird Demons’ are so inconsiderate when eating, leaving the soul untouched and only eating the liver, forcing me to personally clean up the mess."

After greeting Jiang Feipeng and Shen Qingyi, he told them not to dismantle the ’Four Symbols Sealing Formation’ and ’Smoke-Locked Pond Willows’ just yet.

Wang Yuan stomped on the ground with his foot, borrowing the power of the Earth Official to raise a yellow earthen Dharma Altar from the ground.

Then, with disheveled hair, holding a Peach Wood Sword, stepping in Yu’s Step, he recited the ’Transcendence Scripture’:

"...By the imperial decree of the highest authority, transcend your lonely souls, all ghosts and specters, grace touches all four births..."

The chanting spread on the wind to every corner of the Xue Mansion.

At the same time, hundreds of corpses with pitiful deaths trembled, and strands of smoke rose from their seven orifices, turning into ghostly figures with numb expressions.

They drifted with the wind towards the direction of the Dharma Altar.

Mrs. Xue, who was already rapidly turning into a Fierce Ghost, was actually conscious the whole time. Right after leaving her body, she heard mocking voices near her ears:

"Boss Jiang, the brothers have checked everything. What a tragedy in the Xue Mansion, truly tragic!

The ’Weird’ was brutal, wiped out the entire Xue family, not even sparing a dog, ah!"

"Ah, alas, we really are a step too late!

The Xue family was killed to the last, not a chicken or dog spared.

No choice, since a ’Weird’ did it, we can only close the case like this.

But putting aside the outcome, we still have our failings. I must take the lead and request a penalty of three... days of my salary, otherwise, my conscience really can’t take it!"

"I feel the same."

"Together, together."

These people obviously had no idea what it meant to hold their tongues. Wang Yuan was summoning souls, and they were passing judgment.

When you split them open, their insides would surely all be black.

Their mocking jokes, coupled with the pointing and comments from the Chen brothers at the start, all fell into Mrs. Xue’s ears, akin to adding fuel to the fire, stirring her emotions so violently she nearly twisted into a new ’Weird’.

What was the mood of the deceased? It was extremely unstable by the grave!

Finally, when her rage reached its limit, Mrs. Xue suddenly let out a shrill wail that humans could hear:

"Ahhhh! Imperial Dragon Guard! You will regret this!"

Unfortunately, at the same time.

"Ghost Gate! Open!"

With Wang Yuan’s low shout, an ethereal Ghost Gate opened up.

A vast force came from behind it, sucking in all the ghostly figures with such a heavy ’Debt’ that they were almost material.

Mrs. Xue, who had become a Fierce Ghost, was naturally no exception.

Splash...

Through the gate, the Ferryman on the San Tu River skillfully prodded all the ghostly figures into the river waters one by one.

Mrs. Xue, who was the most resistant, thus received an especially harsh prod from Old Man Wang. After a splash, her face was left with nothing but a blank stare.

Her body undulated with the waves, completely stripped of any arrogance.

A group of Imperial Dragon Guards watched, dumbfounded.

Their minds replaying the words—"expertise through practice."

What’s called professional? This is professional!

...

A short while later.

The clouds that had been shrouding the Xue Mansion finally completely dissipated.

Cre-eak—!

The grand doors opened once again, and a group of unscathed Dharma-Warding Colonels carrying swords stepped out.

Prefect Xia Ying, who had been at the Xue Mansion’s gates but was unable to enter, and several other officials immediately jumped up, rushing to the forefront to demand from Jiang Feipeng:

"Lord Jiang, what happened? What’s going on inside the Xue Mansion?!"

Jiang Feipeng flashed a teeth-baring smile, blindingly white:

"Lord Prefect, rest assured, the Xue Mansion is very clean!

All the ’Weird’ have been killed, not one left. You can send people to clean up now."

"Killed them all?"

Upon hearing this, Prefect Xia and the other officials felt a slight relief and rushed inside with their men.

But after merely the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"Ahh!"

One after another, piercing wails echoed throughout the Xue Mansion.

The sound was heartbreaking, and the sight brought tears to the eyes.

They were not mourning the tragedy of the Xue Mansion; they were lamenting the wealth and positions about to slip from their grasp.

Yet.

Before they completely took over the Xue Mansion, not even a night had passed.

A Government Official came hurrying with news.

On the tightly secured doors of the treasury, in the blink of an eye, the words "I have come" had been written in large characters.

The news made many of the high officials spit blood in shock.

They howled in despair: My fate is sealed!