Lao Liu, despite being a Level 9 Genetic Beast, instantly realized Brother Huan had arrived as soon as it saw the Iron Power Alliance Hierarch’s gruesome death.
It hurried back into the fray, sending a continuous barrage of Water Arrows.
Ding Huan was equally unreserved; now with his Divine Will refined, he sent dozens of Wind Blades slashing out simultaneously.
In the blink of an eye, Shengdao Street had turned into a veritable hell.
The onlookers who were false cheering or simply watching, at this point, dared not stay a moment longer and scattered like bees from a smashed hive.
Initially, when over twenty people from Iron Power Alliance arrived, everyone thought they were going to level the City Patrol Guard.
But in the blink of an eye, not only was the Iron Power Alliance completely annihilated, including their Hierarch, but also over a hundred merchants, who intended to curry favor, lay dead.
"Uncle Seven..." The female shopkeeper of the lone grocery store had turned pale.
The white-haired Uncle Seven, looking at the bloodstains and corpses around him, murmured, "So formidable. Is Blazing Star Lord Country going to reestablish order in West Wind Street?"
"Uncle Seven, we are lucky we didn’t go up," the woman said, fear mingled with a touch of relief.
"Brother Huan." When Ding Huan approached, Yan Mei immediately went up to him.
He had nearly been killed by that Iron Power Alliance Hierarch.
Ding Huan patted Yan Mei’s shoulder,
"Yan Mei, your cultivation is too weak. Once things settle down, you must improve your strength."
"Brother Huan, I did pretty well, right?" Lao Liu came up, smugly pleased with itself.
It had discovered a new world—being unable to achieve Foundation Establishment seemed irrelevant as long as it could effortlessly kill those ant-like humans. Wasn’t that also enjoyable?
Ding Huan coldly regarded Lao Liu,
"When the enemy made their move, you fled and left your comrades to die. Is that what you consider doing well?"
Lao Liu looked miserable,
"Brother Huan, I’m not his match."
"That’s no excuse to let your teammates die. You could have retreated with Yan Mei," Ding Huan chided.
"Yes, Brother Huan, I understand now," Lao Liu hung its head, though inwardly it disagreed.
Who wouldn’t run in the face of death? Only a fool would stay.
The three members of the City Patrol Guard team had been riding a roller coaster of emotions during this ordeal.
They had joined Yan Mei to help the woman save her husband, only to almost be killed by four men from Iron Power Alliance. Thankfully, their deputy captain had stepped in just in time to save them.
When they wanted to leave in a hurry, Iron Power Alliance arrived faster than they had anticipated.
Seeing a crowd surrounding them, the three closed their eyes, awaiting death, only to be rescued once again by their arriving captain.
Such were the vicissitudes of life.
Now, they were stunned by a talking Demon Beast.
A talking beast? Wasn’t that something only found in the rumors surrounding the Great Sects?
"What are your names?" Ding Huan asked the three City Patrol Guard members.
To be honest, he hadn’t been interested in their names before.
But seeing them act competently, he now entertained the idea of keeping them.
After all, these three were long-timers in West Wind City and knew it better than anyone.
The tall man hurriedly bowed, "My name is Gu Bin. These two are Wu Xun and Behol."
Ding Huan nodded; Gu Bin stood taller and seemed braver.
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Wu Xun was the shortest, a slender figure comparable to the record-keeper Peng Leizhi. The most distinctive feature of Behol was his darkness.
"You three have performed well today. Now, tell me, how are the corpses usually handled here?"
Ding Huan offered a word of praise.
At the sound of Ding Huan’s commendation, all three were overjoyed.
What did this mean? It meant Ding Huan would not kill them; their gamble had paid off.
Gu Bin quickly said,
"Captain Ding, we don’t normally have so many dead to deal with. The City Patrol Guard is responsible for the corpses; we usually haul them to the cremation furnace outside the city."
He left unspoken another fact; dealing with corpses was a hazardous job for the City Patrol Guard.
After a fight, they had to handle the bodies, and one wrong move could get them killed by the deceased’s friends.
Today’s massacre of over a hundred in Shengdao Street was unprecedented.
"Are you three the only City Guards left?" Ding Huan frowned.
It would indeed be troublesome if only three were to handle so many bodies.
"There is a cart for carrying corpses in the City Guard; one cart can hold thirty bodies. And there are more than just us three in the City Guard—several are too afraid to show up, but we all know where they live."
Gu Bin carefully explained.
After pondering for a moment, Ding Huan said,
"First, collect and tidy up everything here. Then Wu Xun and Behol will deal with the bodies. You can call former members of the City Guard to help.
Tell them, starting today, the City Guard will not be casually killed anymore.
Gu Bin, you, alongside Yan Mei and Lao Liu, go to every shop on Shengdao Street. Seal any shop where there were deaths. If they refuse the closure, then they must compensate with Crystal Stones.
Those who cheered for Iron Power Alliance without anyone dying in their shops are to be fined fifty Crystal Stones each. Those who refuse to pay will be wiped out, and their shops seized by the City Guard."
Ding Huan had seen clearly that none of those who ran businesses on Shengdao Street in West Wind City were clean.
Killing them a hundred times over wouldn’t be unjust.
"Yes." Gu Bin replied loudly.
He thought Ding Huan’s actions were perfectly reasonable.
In West Wind City, was it not the powerful who reigned supreme?
"Captain, thank you for saving our lives," the couple who had been hiding in the demolished shop said as they saw the Iron Power Alliance surrounding the City Patrol Guards. They had been ready to die.
But as soon as Ding Huan arrived, the outcome immediately changed, and they excitedly came out to kneel and thank him.
Ding Huan thought about it for a moment and, realizing there weren’t enough hands, nodded and allowed them to help Wu Xun and Behol deal with the bodies.
When he left Shengdao Street and returned to the tooth archive, the clerk was attending to new customers.
Ding Huan waited for the clerk to finish up his tasks before approaching:
"I want to buy a house, one in the Crystal District."
Ding Huan had come here three times in a row, willing to even play the role of the captain of the City Patrol Guards to buy a house.
He was determined to buy a house in West Wind City.
No matter whether Ding Huan would die tomorrow, today he was still able to make this transaction.
"My friend, if you are certain about purchasing, you can make a deposit of five crystal stones..."
The clerk deliberately paused here, as eager customers were bound to interrupt at this point, saying it was impossible.
Seeing that Ding Huan had no reaction, the clerk had to continue:
"Our tooth archive has recently acquired a treasure that allows you to visualize those houses for sale from thin air.
However, this viewing requires a certain consumption, which is why we ask for five crystal stones as a deposit. If you don’t purchase, this deposit is non-refundable. If you do purchase, the deposit will count towards the payment for the house."
Ding Huan didn’t wait for the clerk to prattle on, and directly slapped down five crystal stones: "Then let me take a look."
He really was willing to make the deposit?
The clerk looked at Ding Huan in surprise. This Crystal Ball house viewing promotion had been advertised for a long time, and to this day, Ding Huan was still the first to put down five crystal stones.
Since Ding Huan had put up the five crystal stones, the clerk took out a crystal ball and activated it.
Images, like in a movie, were presented in the void, where a woman was introducing the houses, starting with a small courtyard...
Ding Huan was shocked to see this crystal ball that could display images – what kind of spell was this?
The next moment, clear information appeared in Ding Huan’s mind.
The Crystal Image Ball had been recorded using a magic artifact in combination with the Image Capturing Technique.
Even more advanced crystal balls included spiritual artifacts and even magical treasures that surpassed spiritual artifacts…
…
Shengdao Street, usually bustling, was eerily quiet today.
Whether or not someone had died, the shops on either side of Shengdao Street were uniformly silent.
Far away, the owner of Bianxing Talisman Device Pavilion, who had been paid six hundred and fifty crystal stones by Ding Huan, kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.
He was scared in hindsight.
Only now did he realize how restrained and polite Ding Huan had been in his shop.
And he had even dared to tail Ding Huan.
Someone who could easily wipe out the Iron Power Alliance and the employees of hundreds of Shengdao Street shops was not someone his backers could easily dispose of.
Fortunately, he hadn’t lost anything.
He was very worried that Ding Huan would make a return strike, but by then, Ding Huan had already left Shengdao Street.
Becoming the captain of the City Patrol Guards, everything he was doing in West Wind City was to find a quiet place to settle down.
And then to find his own path for Foundation Establishment.
If living here didn’t reveal a path to Foundation Establishment, Ding Huan wouldn’t hesitate to leave again.
Being reborn, Ding Huan’s pursuit of the Immortal God path was unshakably determined, and nothing could stop him.
Yan Mei and Gu Bin, followed by Lao Liu, one by one knocked on the doors of Shengdao Street shops.
When the Iron Power Alliance came to attack the City Patrol Guards earlier, there were few shops that didn’t come out to help.
Facing the City Patrol Guards’ demand for crystal stones, no one dared to joke with their lives.
You could say that this trip had made the City Patrol Guards fabulously rich.
…
West Wind City Lord Mansion.
A man with phoenix eyes was listening calmly to the reports from his subordinates; he was Xue Bo, the City Lord of West Wind City, who never left his home.
After a long time, he finally spoke:
"You’re saying that Ding Huan didn’t make a move, yet he easily killed over a hundred people, including the Level 8 Qi Cultivator and leader of the Iron Power Alliance?"
"Yes, I suspect Ding Huan knows a secret technique; otherwise, it’s impossible for him to kill so many people without moving a finger."
The black-clothed woman standing in front of Xue Bo provided her own judgment while explaining.
"Is it possible that Ding Huan is a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and he possesses his own Divine Will?" Xue Bo furrowed his brow and asked.
The black-clothed woman shook her head:
"West Wind City has even cast off the Blazing Star Lord Country; why would a Foundation Establishment powerhouse value this place?
If it weren’t for the fact that Qi Cultivators can’t refine Divine Will, I would suspect he is a Qi Cultivator with Divine Will."
"As long as he doesn’t annoy me, let him be. Give him the City Patrol Guard position; it’s not bad for him to help me guard the City Patrol Guard. You just keep an eye on him, there’s no need to interact with him."
Xue Bo fell silent for a while before speaking again.
"Shengdao Street is Pan Qi’s territory, and he had us look after it a bit while he was away. When he comes back and finds so many of his people killed…"
The black-clothed woman hesitated.
Xue Bo sneered:
"His territory? I am about to undertake Foundation Establishment and have no time to bicker with him. Just throw him a little bone. Once I achieve Foundation Establishment, I will crush him.
If he returns and causes trouble with that Ding Huan, all the better; let them bite each other like dogs."
"Yes." The black-clothed woman agreed and then retreated.
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