I Can Merge Techniques

Zhao Qingyan and several other masters were sent flying like kites with their strings cut, spitting blood as they flew backward!

With a single move, he had knocked back several experts at the Late Stage of the Divine Power Realm!

This man in black’s strength was hardly any weaker than the mutated woman’s!

In the nick of time, Chu Fan’s hands, wreathed in Primordial Qi, snapped shut around the spear tip aimed at his heart with a CLICK!

SCREEECH—!

The spear tip ground against his palm, erupting in a shower of brilliant sparks.

A terrifying, immense force sent Chu Fan sliding backward several feet.

The man in black’s eyes were ice-cold. With a flick of his arm, the long spear moved as if it were an extension of his body, driving Chu Fan straight into the large rockery in the garden.

BOOM!

The massive rocks shattered, and a cloud of dust instantly engulfed them both.

"Chu Fan!"

Zhao Qingyan cried out in alarm, her heart turning to ice.

’To take such a terrifying blow head-on... how could a mortal body possibly survive?’

Just as Sheng Yang, the Gang Leader of the Fiery Sun Gang, and his men were panicking, and the Constables from the Six Gates stood helpless, a strange phenomenon occurred in the sky.

Five ancient, massive cauldrons appeared out of thin air. Carrying the power to suppress mountains and rivers, they descended one after another, crashing down to trap the man in black and Chu Fan in the center of the rubble!

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The sound of the great cauldrons landing was as heavy as thunder.

"What is this..."

Sheng Yang stared into space, his face a mask of bewilderment.

No one dared to move, their eyes fixed on the five massive cauldrons.

They had no idea whether the five great cauldrons were Chu Fan’s Magical Treasure or the man in black’s.

A moment later, the five massive cauldrons slowly lifted, transforming into streaks of light before vanishing.

As the dust gradually settled, Chu Fan’s figure emerged, still standing ramrod straight. He was dragging someone as he slowly walked out.

The person he was dragging was none other than the masked man in black, who had been so terrifyingly powerful just moments before!

He dragged the man in black out as if he were hauling a dead dog and casually tossed him onto the ground.

A Constable from the Six Gates stepped forward and, with trembling hands, pulled off the man’s mask.

Beneath the moonlight, the pale face was revealed, and the entire crowd erupted in shock.

"Pa... Patriarch Wang?!"

Lying on the ground was none other than Patriarch Wang Quan of the Wang Family, the very man who was supposed to be at home, sick in bed!

Only Chu Fan’s expression remained calm; everyone else looked as if they’d been struck by lightning.

’The Wang Family was thrown into utter chaos by this Witch. His own nephew was sucked dry into a withered husk. Why would Wang Quan try to save her at a time like this?’

Zhao Qingyan’s thoughts were in a whirl; she couldn’t make any sense of it at all.

Sheng Yang’s eyes bulged, his face flushing crimson as he pointed at Wang Quan on the ground and roared, "Old Wang! You old scoundrel! Didn’t you say your home was haunted and ask me to bring men to help? I brought all my brothers, and you were setting me up!"

Just then, Wang Quan slowly opened his eyes. His breathing was shallow; he had clearly been severely injured by Chu Fan inside the cauldrons after being suppressed by those bizarre great cauldrons just now.

His gaze swept over the shocked faces around him, then drifted to the unconscious Witch nearby. Finally, he looked at Sheng Yang with a bitter expression and let out a long sigh. "Sheng, my apologies..."

ROAR—!

The Witch, knocked unconscious by Chu Fan, suddenly began to stir. She let out a low, bestial growl and struggled to get up.

Everyone tensed up again.

Chu Fan’s brow furrowed slightly, and he brought his fist down in a swift blow.

THUD!

This time, the world fell completely silent.

Wang Quan gazed at the Witch, now unconscious once more. An undeniable flicker of heartache and sorrow crossed his eyes. In the end, he said nothing, merely closing his eyes in resignation, as if he had aged ten years in that moment.

「The uproar at the Wang Residence faded into the distance, and the ink-black night veiled the treacherous undercurrents of Qing Province.」

Chu Fan had no interest in delving into the emotional entanglement between Wang Quan and the Mutated Witch, regardless of how tragic their story might be.

That was a mundane affair for the Six Gates and the Demon Suppression Bureau to document in their case files.

His mission was simple: apprehend the targets and close the case.

Carrying the unconscious Mutated Witch in one hand and the ashen-faced Wang Quan in the other, Chu Fan strode purposefully back to the Demon Suppression Bureau.

The two figures were thrown onto the tiled floor of the council hall. Nangong Yue, who had been about to spend the night organizing case files, dropped her Wolf Hair Brush. It fell onto the desk with a CLATTER.

Her beautiful eyes went wide, and she stared at Chu Fan as if he were a monster.

"You... you’ve brought them back already?"

Nangong Yue glanced at the hourglass, her face filled with utter disbelief.

Even a Demon Suppression Captain like her had been helpless in this case, which was why she had thought to ask Chu Fan for help.

She had only hoped Chu Fan might find a few clues. She never expected that less than a day after taking the case, the culprits would already be apprehended.

Zhao Qingyan, who followed them in, answered all their questions for Chu Fan.

She gave a vivid recounting of the battle in the Wang Family Garden, and the Demon Suppression Bureau’s council hall instantly fell deathly silent.

The several Demon Suppression Guards present exchanged glances, unable to hide the shock in their eyes.

Their estimations of Chu Fan’s strength could never keep up with the Bottom Cards he revealed.

When Chu Fan had easily defeated Wang Meng of the Acupoint Realm’s First Heaven, and then severely wounded Tang Tinghua of the Second Heaven, everyone had assumed his true Realm was the peak of the Acupoint Realm’s Second Heaven.

Some even boldly speculated that this new colleague had perhaps touched the threshold of the Acupoint Realm’s Third Heaven.

But his accomplishment tonight was defeating a genuine Third Heaven of the Acupoint Realm, and a "mutated" demonic creature at that!

Everyone knew that if a Cultivator was completely consumed by corruption and fell to the Demon Dao, their strength would skyrocket, making it impossible to measure them by conventional standards.

"Are you saying... after this woman mutated, her strength was comparable to the Fourth Heaven of the Acupoint Realm, but she couldn’t last three moves against Chu Fan?"

A senior Demon Suppression Guard swallowed hard, his voice dry.

"It was like he was disciplining a child."

Zhao Qingyan added truthfully.

The way everyone looked at Chu Fan changed, their gazes now holding more awe, and an even greater wariness of his unfathomable strength.

As for the matter of Chu Fan killing the Zhang Family guard Qing Ling and pursuing Young Miss Zhang Ling’er during the arrest, when Demon Suppression Envoy Leng Qingqiu learned of it, she only let out a cold sneer.

This Demon Suppression Envoy, known for her cold beauty and domineering ways, sat on her high seat and waved a dismissive hand. "Killing a guard is hardly worth mentioning. Zhang Ling’er interfered with the Demon Suppression Bureau’s official business and even tried to attack a Demon Suppression Guard. This is a score that I must settle properly with the Zhang Family!"