The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 760 - 337

Chapter 760: 337

But he... he wanted to marry a demon into our Tong Family’s household.

"This was also the first time I lost my temper with him. Our Human Clans and the Demon Clan are irreconcilable enemies, to think of marrying a member of the Demon Clan into our family, no way!"

"So, this Flower Demon Manluo is the one Tong Youwei loves?" An Qiao asked.

A lot of ideas flashed through An Qiao’s mind.

Based on her years of watching television, she guessed that Old Master Tong tore apart this couple, and the Flower Demon Manluo harbored a grudge in her heart.

She resented Tong Youwei for falling out of love, so she extracted Tong Youwei’s heart and then kidnapped Tong Youwei’s son.

The situation became clear all of a sudden, it seemed so simple.

"Yes, initially I didn’t want her to enter our household. Youwei was resentful towards me, but later... Youwei still understood our difficulties.

He treated Yunniang with the utmost respect, and after Yunniang passed away, he never remarried," Madam Tong said, her eyes filled with memories of the past, "I truly wish it was my heart that Manluo had extracted, not my poor son Youwei’s heart."

Madam Tong became quite emotional.

Qi Yuan listened to all of this, and his nose did not grow any longer.

That is to say, what Madam Tong and Old Master Tong are sharing now, is the truth.

Indeed, Tong Youwei was killed by the Flower Demon Manluo who extracted his heart.

"Cough cough..." At this moment, Old Master Tong coughed, spitting out fresh blood from the corner of his mouth.

Madam Tong rushed over to attend to him.

Yang Guang and the others also understood that it was inappropriate to stay any longer.

"Old Master Tong, you should rest and recuperate. We will find Tong Tianyou," Yang Guang said, and then left with Qi Yuan and the others.

"What do you all think?" Yang Guang communicated telepathically at this moment.

"If the two of them are speaking the truth, the death of Tong Youwei is very straightforward.

We just need to find the Flower Demon Manluo, and all will be revealed," An Qiao responded.

"Alright, then let’s meet with the County Magistrate.

This task seems not to revolve around the death of Tong Youwei but rather in finding Tong Tianyou.

With three thousand Demon Soldiers in Shuyao Mountain, it looks like we’re in for a tough battle!" Yang Guang declared, his fighting spirit high.

Compared to investigating the truth, he preferred a head-on conflict.

...

On the mottled wall, black bloodstains remain, and the brick wall is marked with numerous cuts.

The County Magistrate, clad in armor, with a robust stature and sunken eyes that were bright and alert, wore a rather displeased expression at the moment.

"Hmph, Zhenyang has been besieged for three years, and I’ve sent numerous missives to the Court, yet no one responded.

The Tong Family loses one heir, and the Court actually sends the Demon Subduing Department to investigate.

Hehe... are all the people of Zhenyang City worth less than that one Tong Tianyou?"

The County Magistrate felt particularly dissatisfied, his disdain for the noble families profound.

He was originally a leader of displaced people and had risen up in arms against the demon forces.

However, with limited support and strength, he eventually failed and entered Zhenyang City, becoming a County Magistrate in charge of military affairs in the county.

The Think Tank was a short old man, always wearing a kind smile on his face: "Old Li, though you are displeased, do not show it when the Angels arrive."

"Hmph," the County Magistrate Old Li snorted coldly, his face showing reluctance before turning pensive, "I understand, the townspeople can’t wait."

In his youth, he led the fit men of an entire village to kill demons, to protect their homes and stockades, with considerable success.

At that time, when Officialdom came to proclaim peace, he, feeling proud of his victories and arrogantly confident, naturally didn’t take Officialdom seriously.

When Officialdom failed to bring peace, they conspired with the Demon Clan, and his soldiers died at the hands of demons.

He could no longer face returning to his village.

Otherwise, how could he answer the old, the young, and the women when they asked about their sons, husbands, or fathers?

He held deep resentment towards Shuyao Mountain.

Because the Think Tank of Shuyao Mountain was a person from Officialdom who had proclaimed the peace.

"Alas, I wonder how long Zhenyang City can hold on." The Think Tank hunched over, as if it made him more comfortable.

At that moment, footsteps approached.

The Think Tank’s spirit lifted, and in that very instant, he straightened his back, hurriedly looking towards the door and going to meet whoever was coming.

The County Magistrate quickly followed.

"Angels have traveled from afar, I have prepared a banquet, please do enjoy it!" the Think Tank began, his face beaming with joy.

Outside, stood a young Government Official and Qi Yuan among others.

Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up: "A banquet, excellent, I can eat early."

Last time, he missed eating at the banquet after the game ended.

The Think Tank’s invitation reminded him that he could eat first.

After eating, then fight demons, how pleasant.

"Please, Angels, follow me inside," the Think Tank hurriedly said.

The County Magistrate assessed the three figures from the Demon Subduing Department, his expression serious.

Clearly, he sensed that the envoys of the Demon Subduing Department were not to be underestimated.

After a few brief pleasantries, they walked inside the house.

Inside, a table of a banquet was set, with more than a dozen hot dishes steaming invitingly, and Qi Yuan and the others casually sat down as the aroma wafted towards them.

"I love banquets the most," Qi Yuan said unabashedly, starting to eat the moment he sat down.

Out of the hot dishes, the majority were vegetarian, with only four meat dishes.

Qi Yuan ate with great enjoyment, while An Qiao and Yang Guang didn’t touch their chopsticks.

The two of them had little interest in ancient delicacies.

Moreover, these delicacies seemed quite ordinary, somewhat plain.

Seeing that the two were not eating, the Think Tank hurriedly said: "Zhenyang City has been under siege for three years, supplies are scarce, and I could not present anything better to welcome you, I hope the Angels will forgive us."

"I just had my meal, not hungry," Yang Guang replied, picking up a piece of radish with his chopsticks.

But the radish tasted somewhat bland as if it was under-salted.

"You’ve put too little salt in this," Yang Guang said, casually commenting as he touched his bald head.

The Think Tank gave an awkward smile: "With Zhenyang under siege, the trade routes are cut off, and there is a scarcity of illicit salt."

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