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Chapter 552 New Mission
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The night wind in the wilderness carried sand and gravel, scraping against everyone's skin like countless tiny blades.

The thick dust that had blotted out the sky gradually dissipated under the raging wind, revealing a devastated battlefield.

Moonlight spilled onto the scorched earth, revealing furrows of varying depths and mottled bloodstains, resembling a tattered painting of hell.

Wang Huaishuang gripped the blood-stained longsword tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She squinted and looked in the direction where the smoke and dust had dissipated. There was no one there anymore, only the distant rumbling sound echoing between heaven and earth like muffled thunder.

The battlefield has clearly been moved further away.

The sounds of fierce fighting came from two completely opposite directions, causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly.

"There are only three of them, how could they be fighting in two different places?"

Wang Huaishuang muttered to herself, her eyes filled with doubt.

The guards behind her exchanged glances, their hands gripping their knives tightening unconsciously, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

It seems there's an unknown expert among them!

One of the guards swallowed hard and asked cautiously:

"Sir, should we chase after them and see what's going on?"

Wang Huaishuang snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes:
"Chase them? With their agility, they can disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye. How can we catch up?"

"Stay where you are and wait for them to return."

Her voice was cold and firm, as if she had already seen through the situation.

Whoever wins, they will eventually return here.

Just then, a guard suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"My lord, Yu Zhuoqun of the Xuanyuan Sect has run away."

Wang Huaishuang suddenly turned her head and saw a figure rapidly moving away in the distance; it was Yu Zhuoqun.

He used his lightness skill, his movements as agile as a monkey, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the night.

"Cowardly wretch!"

Wang Huaishuang cursed through gritted teeth, her eyes filled with disdain:
"Fearing that Meng Xinghun would settle scores later, he slunk away like this."

Wang Huaishuang knew, of course, that Yu Zhuoqun was afraid that Liang Jin would be the last person to return.

After all, Yu Zhuoqun hadn't been very polite to Liang Jin before.

Even if the one who returns in the end is the Demon Slayer King, it will still be disadvantageous for Yu Zhuoqun.

Therefore, Yu Zhuoqun felt uncertain about the current situation and simply ran away.

"They're not even as good as the people from the Qingyi Brothel."

Wang Huaishuang looked toward the direction of Qingyi Tower.

Surprisingly, everyone at Qingyi Tower remained remarkably calm, as if they weren't worried at all that their leader wouldn't be able to return.

Wang Huaishuang just felt it was a bit of an eyesore.

If the Green Robe Pavilion were in chaos right now, she would actually feel much more at ease.

However, she also knew that when Liang Jin was able to fight two second-rank martial artists to a standstill, it meant that the people of Qingyi Tower did indeed have the ability to remain calm.

"Meng Xinghun, what exactly is his background?"

She pondered to herself, her curiosity and wariness toward Liang Jin growing stronger.

Ever since she met this man, he has constantly redefined her understanding of the world.

As a result, Wang Huaishuang has become increasingly curious about this man.

But she soon began to worry about other things:

"I wonder if we can kill the Demon Slayer King this time?"

"If the Demon King doesn't die, then I'm afraid I will..."

Her face, still wet with blood, also revealed deep worry.

The matter of the Demon King is of great importance. If he dies, Wang Huaishuang will have successfully completed the mission assigned to her by her superiors, and they will naturally protect her.

However, if the Demon King manages to escape after being attacked, then Wang Huaishuang will bear the brunt of the blame and may even be completely abandoned by her superiors.

at this time.

Something suddenly flew out of the darkness.

"Bang!!!"

The object slammed heavily in front of Wang Huaishuang and the others, kicking up a cloud of dust and startling everyone.

"Protect your lord!"

The guards shouted in unison, quickly drew their long swords, and shielded Wang Huaishuang in the middle.

Wang Huaishuang pushed aside the guard in front of her and strode forward.

When she saw what was on the ground, her pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a mangled corpse, its head mostly broken, its flesh and blood a bloody mess, a truly gruesome sight.

But upon closer inspection, it's not hard to tell that this corpse is actually—the Demon Slayer King!

"hiss!"

Everyone took a deep breath of cold air.

The Demon Slayer King is dead!
And he died such a horrible death?!
After her initial surprise, Wang Huaishuang's worry was instantly replaced by ecstatic joy.

Her mission is finally complete!

She will be showered with endless glory and rewards.

"Da da da!"

Just then, heavy footsteps came from the darkness.

Everyone looked closely and saw Liang Jin slowly walking out.

His body was covered in wounds, and blood dripped continuously from them.

But his eyes remained sharp as an eagle's, exuding a chilling majesty.

Wang Huaishuang ran over with a beaming smile:

"Lord Meng, I knew you would keep your promise!"

"Now that you have killed the Demon King, you have performed a great service, and I will definitely recommend you to my superiors!"

"There will be many more opportunities for our police station to cooperate in the future!"

Liang Jin looked calmly at Wang Huaishuang:
"Joy and sorrow have escaped."

Wang Huaishuang was taken aback, her smile becoming somewhat awkward.

"I will definitely help you resolve your grievances."

"Both Master Beihuan and Wanfo Temple will give me this face."

She solemnly assured him.

Liang Jin shook his head slightly, then said:
"I will retrieve the heads of those who suffer both joy and sorrow myself."

"I'm just telling you this: don't get in my way when I'm dealing with joys and sorrows."

"Otherwise, I'll take care of you too."

Now that Liang Jin has killed the Demon King, his deal with Wang Huaishuang is complete.

Neither of them owes the other anything.

If Wang Huaishuang dares to provoke Liang Jin, Liang Jin will definitely crush her.

After saying that, he gave Wang Huaishuang a cold look and walked towards the group of people from Qingyi Tower.

Wang Huaishuang's smile froze on her face; she could no longer maintain it.

She could easily sense the murderous intent in Liang Jin's eyes.

This made her frown slightly. She stood there and looked at Liang Jin's back a few more times, a chill rising in her heart.

She knew that Liang Jin was no longer someone she could manipulate at will.

Then, without saying a word, she turned around and led the guards to deal with the body of the Demon King.

Liang Jin had already arrived in front of the Qingyi Tower group.

"Master! You're injured!"

Xiao Wan cried out in surprise and was the first to rush to Liang Jin's side.

She held Liang Jin's hands tightly, and could feel the blood still on them.

The rest of the Qingyi Tower members were also taken aback upon hearing this.

Liang Jin said:

"It's alright, let's get out of here first."

With that, Liang Jin boarded the carriage with Xiao Wan's help.

The people from Qingyi Tower immediately remained on guard and began their journey.

Inside the carriage, Xiao Wan was applying medicine to Liang Jin. Seeing Liang Jin's bloodied and mangled arms, she felt so heartbroken that she kept crying.

Liang Jin paid no attention to Xiao Wan's crying; his eyes remained fixed on the [Thousand-Mile Tracking] panel.

The joys and sorrows on the panel were getting further and further away from his position.

It's easy to see that Bei Huan fled very decisively, without even intending to linger and observe the situation.

"Second-rank martial artists are really hard to kill..."

Liang Jin couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He did not choose to hunt down Bei Huan.

Because he wasn't certain of victory.

Although Liang Jin's battle puppet was very strong, it was no longer very effective against a true master like Bei Huan, who was a second-rank expert and possessed martial intent.

His war puppet, Iron Madman, went to stop the injured Sorrowful Joy, but was easily defeated and escaped by Sorrowful Joy.

Even if the War Puppet Desolate Child were added, it would probably not be able to retain the joys and sorrows.

During his battle with the Demon King, Liang Jin learned a valuable lesson and became worried that Bei Huan might possess a deadly weapon like the Soul Jade.

The Demon Slayer King was in danger by Liang Jin after using only two pieces of purple soul jade.

What if the Sorrow and Joy trio had more purple Soul Jade, or even more golden Soul Jade?

Liang Jin will likely not only fail to kill him, but will also suffer a great loss.

“My cultivation level is still too weak. If I were at the second rank now, how could I have let Bei Huan escape so easily?” Liang Jin’s face showed anger.

The gap between a second-grade martial artist and a third-grade martial artist is indeed terrifyingly large.

Liang Jin is now an invincible figure among the third-rank officials.

However, when he faces a second-rank martial artist, there is still a possibility of him being defeated.

"Perhaps... I was too eager for quick success."

Liang Jin sighed slightly in his heart.

Recalling the events of half a year ago in Hidden Wind Valley, even when he and the War Puppet Iron Madman joined forces, they couldn't stop the Demon Slayer King.

Now, he can kill the Demon King with his own strength alone.

This is already an incredibly significant improvement.

Liang Jin was so used to rapidly increasing his cultivation level that he subconsciously felt that he should level up just as quickly.

This, however, made him somewhat impatient when he encountered formidable opponents.

"We need to improve our spiritual realm and also intensify our martial arts practice."

Liang Jin was not worried about his injuries. He had many healing elixirs and his arms would be fully healed in no time.

He looked out the car window.

The night is gradually fading away.

The sky was already showing a pale light in the east; it wouldn't be long before dawn...

……

A few days later.

Under the blazing sun, people came and went on the official road.

The makeshift market by the roadside was bustling with people, with shouts and bargaining sounds rising and falling.

These temporary markets held on specific days attract people from nearby villages and towns, creating a lively atmosphere.

However, the appearance of a group of black riders instantly shattered the commotion.

When the people saw the police insignia on the riders, they were terrified and fled in panic, plunging the market into chaos.

The sun was high in the sky.

The official road was bustling with people, and every now and then you could come across a small roadside market.

Because they all knew very well that this team of black knights were agents of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and should not be provoked!

The group of barbarians clearly had no interest in dealing with the common people today, and they sped along the official road.

The leader was none other than Wang Huaishuang.

They have already disposed of the body of the Demon King and reported it to their superiors.

Now that these days have passed, the commendation from above will probably come soon.

So Wang Huaishuang headed towards the capital to collect her reward.

"My lord, once we return to the capital this time, I'm afraid you'll be promoted even further."

"From now on, in our police station, apart from the four chief officers, the person the chief will rely on the most is probably you."

"Don't be so sure, the four chieftains are only slightly better at martial arts. When it comes to getting things done, they're no match for our lord!"

"Exactly, has any of you ever seen the Four Great Bosses able to deal with a second-rank martial artist? No matter how powerful the Demon Slayer King was, he still fell to our lord's hands."

……

The spies kept flattering Wang Huaishuang.

Wang Huaishuang rode a tall horse and walked at the very front of the procession.

A hint of smugness lingered on her face. With the Demon King dead, her achievements were a foregone conclusion, and a promotion was just around the corner.

She touched the new scar on her face, and her eyes hardened.

She has put in so much effort, and the time for her to reap the rewards is finally approaching.

Sudden.

A fast horse came galloping along the official road.

The mounted soldiers galloped at breakneck speed, shouting:
"Urgent military intelligence! Urgent military intelligence!"

"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"

Clearly, this soldier was a messenger delivering military intelligence.

The barbarians, however, deliberately blocked the road.

It's always been others who make way for the police station; the police station has never made way for others.

Even if the other party is conveying military intelligence, you still need to ask them for their consent in order for it to pass smoothly.

When the courier saw the officers from the police station blocking his way, he quickly slowed his horse's pace.

"My lords, please let me pass!"

"I have urgent military intelligence to send to the capital; it's extremely urgent!"

The courier pleaded anxiously.

If an ordinary person dared to obstruct military intelligence, he would lash them out with a few lashes.

Obstructing the transmission of military intelligence is a serious crime!
But the other party happened to be from the Investigation Bureau, especially since Wang Huaishuang was a high-ranking official in the Investigation Bureau and the adopted daughter of the Bureau Chief.

This made the postman afraid to get angry, knowing that the law could not do anything to them, so he could only beg and plead.

The guards laughed and prepared to tease the postman.

Wang Huaishuang raised her hand, stopping the barbarians from doing so.

"What military intelligence?"

She asked the courier in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the courier looked troubled.

He was to submit this military intelligence to the Ministry of War, not to the Ministry of War's mortal enemy, the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

Wang Huaishuang snorted coldly as she watched the courier dawdle.

The guards also placed their hands on the hilts of their swords, looking ready to fight.

"Answer the question the master is asking you!"

"Otherwise, even if we kill you now, you'll die in vain!"

The barbarians were like wolves and tigers, howling and roaring fiercely.

The courier looked frightened, and could only grit his teeth and give a rough answer:

"The Black Dragon Dynasty has amassed troops on the border of Ningzhou, clearly intending to invade!"

"Please, sir, let me pass. I am but a lowly soldier and have no intention of offending you!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Huaishuang and the other foreigners' expressions changed slightly.

Finally, Wang Huaishuang waved his hand, signaling the courier that he could leave.

The guards also made way for them.

Upon seeing this, the courier thanked him repeatedly, then whipped his horse and hurriedly left along the official road.

Once the courier had gone far away, the guards' expressions became serious.

One of the guards couldn't help but whisper:
"It seems the Black Dragon Dynasty must know that the Demon Slayer King is dead. I'm afraid the two countries will go to war again."

Another guard said:
"What's there to be afraid of? War is a matter for the military, and the battlefield will only be on the frontier."

"As long as we follow the adults and the eunuch, we can continue to live a life of luxury."

These words caused many of the barbarians to burst into laughter.

But their laughter sounded somewhat forced.

As the saying goes, the most important matters of a nation are war and sacrifice.

For a country, war is a very serious matter.

Although the Imperial Police were directly loyal to the emperor, they probably couldn't completely escape the influence of the war.

In fact, the spies had no idea why their superiors wanted to kill the Evil King.
Everyone knows that once the Demon King dies, war will inevitably break out between the two countries.

But the agents knew that there must be a reason for the higher-ups' arrangement, but it was something that they, as minor figures, could not understand.

Wang Huaishuang frowned and reached out to touch some old scars on her face.

The arrow wounds were from the battlefield she fought on years ago.

"Keep on going!"

At Wang Huaishuang's command, he led the guards to continue along the official road.

But this time, they hadn't gone far when they were stopped.

A figure stood on the official road ahead.

Although he was alone, his imposing presence was so strong that the group of barbarians dared not underestimate him.

Wang Huaishuang pulled on the reins, and his horse came to a stop.

"Elder Yu, what are you planning to do?"

She asked in a deep voice.

The person blocking the way was none other than Yu Zhuoqun of the Xuanyuan Sect, whom they hadn't seen for several days.

At this moment, Yu Zhuoqun had a smile on his face. He raised his hand, and in his hand was a sealed scroll.

"This is the eunuch's handwritten order."

“I met a big boss on the way, and he asked me to bring it to you.”

As Yu Zhuoqun spoke, he handed the scroll in his hand to Wang Huaishuang.

Upon hearing this, Wang Huaishuang immediately dismounted and took the scroll from Yu Zhuoqun's hands.

Then, she opened the scroll and looked at it carefully.

After watching for a while, Wang Huaishuang frowned.

A foreman leaned closer and asked in a low voice:
"Sir, what's the matter?"

Wang Huaishuang put away the scroll and said solemnly:

"We can't go back to Beijing for the time being; the factory has assigned us new tasks."

"He hopes that the martial arts tournament, which could not be held this time, can be held in another location."

(End of this chapter)