I Can Merge Techniques

"’Old Wang?’ Chu Fan pictured Wang Meng’s rugged face and said calmly, ’Some other time. It’s not convenient today. I have a great gift to deliver to Lord Leng.’"

"’A great gift?’ The two Demon Suppression Guards exchanged a glance and burst out laughing.

Qin Fang took two steps closer, lowered his voice, and put on an experienced air. "Brother, I’m not trying to lecture you, but there’s an art to giving gifts. You have to pick the right time, read the person’s mood, be tactful..."

Before he could finish, his nose twitched, and his smile suddenly froze on his face.

"’This smell...’ Qin Fang’s pupils constricted as he stared intently at the blood-dripping black cloth sack. ’Chu... Chu, what you’re delivering is...’"

"’A demon from the Moon Worship Sect,’ Chu Fan said calmly, then walked toward the meeting hall, sack in hand.

Behind him, the two Demon Suppression Guards stood frozen to the spot.

As the night wind blew past, the two of them shivered in unison.

"’The Moon... the Moon Worship Sect?’"

The lanky Demon Suppression Guard swallowed hard. "Old Qin, I didn’t mishear him, did I?"

Demons from the Moon Worship Sect had always been a rare sight in Qing Province City.

Even they, as Demon Suppression Guards, rarely encountered a single one all year round.

"’You heard right!’ Qin Fang snapped out of it and slapped his thigh. ’What are you standing there gaping for? Hurry, go report to Captain Li!’"

...

The meeting hall was brightly lit.

Demon Suppression Captain Li Mubai was in a meeting with his subordinates when a Demon Suppression Guard rushed in. "Lord Li! Chu Fan... Chu Fan just walked in carrying a corpse!"

"’Oh?’ Li Mubai was taken aback.

’Has he killed someone from the bounty list again, here to collect the reward?’

The Demon Suppression Guard hurried forward and whispered in his ear, "It’s the corpse of a demon from the Moon Worship Sect!"

Li Mubai’s eyes went wide in an instant!

Demons from the Moon Worship Sect never dared to cause trouble in Qing Province City. Even he, a Captain, had barely seen any of them alive.

For many years, there had been no trace of the Moon Worship Sect in Qing Province City.

Otherwise, the Zhang Family wouldn’t have been able to hide right under the nose of the Demon Suppression Bureau for so long without revealing a single flaw.

’And Chu Fan had killed a demon from the Moon Worship Sect so easily?’

The thought had just crossed his mind when Chu Fan entered the hall, sack in hand.

Li Mubai swept his Divine Sense over Chu Fan. Seeing that he was unharmed, he breathed a small sigh of relief and asked in a deep voice, "Where did this happen? Inside the city or outside?"

"’Inside the city.’ Chu Fan set the sack down. ’I was at the Library Pavilion returning a book when she ambushed me with a Magical Treasure, trapping me in a mirror dimension. I killed her inside the mirror to escape.’"

"’Lord Li, is Lord Leng at the Bureau?’"

The words had barely left his mouth when a Divine Sense transmission, as cold as frost, echoed in his mind: "Come in."

Li Mubai’s expression grew solemn. He turned at once. "Follow me."

Chu Fan and Qin Fang followed close behind.

They passed through three winding corridors and arrived outside a quiet, secluded courtyard.

Qin Fang and another Demon Suppression Guard voluntarily stepped back, standing guard on either side of the courtyard gate.

Inside, candlelight flickered.

Leng Qingqiu, dressed in a white robe, sat upright at her desk. Her delicate hands gently massaged her temples, her face etched with a hint of weariness. "I’ve been in Qing Province City for twenty years, and you’re the first person who brings me a new corpse every few days."

Li Mubai chuckled at her words.

’It was true. Last time it was Mo Daozi, and this time, a member of the Moon Worship Sect.’

’It was one thing for the kid to kill his enemies, but did he really have to bring the bodies back every time...’

Leng Qingqiu lowered her hands, her gaze landing on the blood-soaked sack. "Open it."

Even a battle-hardened Captain like Li Mubai couldn’t help but draw a sharp, cold breath when he saw the state of the corpse.

The chest was caved in, the ribs were utterly shattered, and the head had been beaten to a bloody pulp!

"’What a brutal way to die...’ Li Mubai murmured.

With a flick of his wrist, a Demon God Guard Token appeared in Chu Fan’s palm. "Lord Leng, this woman was a Third Heaven Acupoint Realm Warlock, a Demon God Guard of the Moon Worship Sect. After I killed her, I performed a Refinement on a portion of her memories."

"’Oh?’ Leng Qingqiu raised a delicate eyebrow. ’Did you find any information regarding the Zhang Family?’"

The Zhang Family had been completely quiet lately, which had become something of a headache for her.

Chu Fan recounted the information he had obtained, point by point...

The temperature in the room plummeted.

When Chu Fan revealed that Zhang Yanzong was a Divine Sacrifice Envoy, equal in status to Lingkong Jade, Li Mubai’s face had already turned ashen.

And the moment the words "Burial Immortal Valley" left his lips—

BOOM!

A terrifying blast of Cold Qi erupted from Leng Qingqiu!

Chu Fan couldn’t help but shiver violently!

Leng Qingqiu slowly lifted her gaze. Her beautiful eyes, normally so cold and distant, now glinted with a terrifying killing intent.

"’Burial Immortal Valley...’ she repeated softly, each word laced with an ancient frost. ’Good. Very good. The Zhang Family truly is patient, holding back for so many years. And bold, too, daring to plot all of this right under the nose of the Demon Suppression Bureau!’"

"’Do they take me for a damn pushover?!’"

Li Mubai’s expression grew increasingly grave.

He knew Lord Leng was normally good-tempered and rarely flew into such a rage.

’It looked like Qing Province City was in for a bloodbath...’

...

The meeting hall of the Qing Province Demon Suppression Bureau was simple and solemn.

As Chu Fan and Qin Fang walked out of the hall side by side, they found a group of fierce-looking Demon Suppression Guards already waiting on the stone plaza outside.

Their gazes were intense, like a pack of wolves that had cornered its prey, filled with scrutiny, curiosity, and an undisguised competitive spirit.

"’Chu Fan is out!’"

Someone called out, and the crowd automatically parted to form a path.

A towering, burly man stepped out from the crowd.

The stone tiles trembled slightly with his every step. He had a hearty grin on his face as he extended a hand as large as a palm-leaf fan straight toward Chu Fan.

"’Chu!’ The man’s voice boomed like a great bell. ’Been waiting a long time for you!’"

Chu Fan smiled and extended his own hand, clasping the man’s. He felt the astonishing strength and thick calluses in the man’s palm and asked, "You must be Old Wang, I presume?"

The burly man’s smile instantly froze.

The corner of his mouth twitched. He replied in a booming voice, "I am... My name is Wang Meng."

Standing to the side, Qin Fang mercilessly exposed his friend, winking as he said, "This is the guy. Ever since you arrived in Qing Province, he’s been nagging me nonstop, dying to find out just how strong you are."