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Chapter 276 Him? Just a simp.

However, Fang Qingyu did not fall from the sky.

The battlefield around the City Lord's Mansion was held back by Jiang Chengyue and his men, who used their own bodies to hold it off.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu had no intention of going down, but simply nodded slightly to it from afar in the sky.

He then turned his head to look at Jiang Ying, who had appeared silently beside him.

The head of the Jiang family was still barefoot and suspended in mid-air, dressed in an elegant white robe, with a gentle and calm demeanor.

"I'll be leaving now, Lord Jiang."

Fang Qingyu's voice rang out calmly through the hum of Shenxiao.

The cleanup in Liuli Guang City will now be handled personally by the family head. Jiang Ying has already killed all the beings above the third rank, leaving only the poisonous insects remaining in the city.
Now it's time to bring an end to the sins committed by the Jiang family over the past few decades.

Jiang Ying nodded gently.

The words fell.

Fang Qingyu's body was enveloped in dark golden divine lightning once more, and his figure transformed into a dazzling golden lightning bolt, instantly tearing through the sky and disappearing into the horizon towards the direction of the Great Wall in the north.

at the same time.

Jiang Ying's figure, like a falling snowflake, began to descend silently.

There were no dazzling lights or shadows, no overwhelming momentum.

But the moment she fell, she attracted the attention of everyone in the City of Glazed Light like a magnet!
"Yes, Master!"

"Lady Jiang Ying is back?!"

"She came back from outside! With that man who lost his head!"

The eyes of the entire city, whether they were at work, on the street, or peeping from behind a window, were all focused on the direction of the city lord's mansion.

Countless whispers spread like a tide through every corner of the city.

"What exactly happened at the City Lord's Mansion?"

"Is Ancestor Jiang Taixuan really dead? And what about his head?"

"The patriarch has returned in person. Is this... a sign of impending change?"

Exclamations, whispers, doubts, and barely suppressed excitement mingled into a tremendous uproar.

Jiang Ying's figure finally landed on the main road leading from the city lord's mansion to the city.

The location was exactly at the edge of the crater created by the skull.

He also knelt down in front of Jiang Hongyuan, who was like a lump of mud.

Her bare feet lightly touched the blood-stained crystal ground, her white robe spotless, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding mess and bloodshed.

Jiang Hongyuan seemed to finally be awakened by the imminent arrival of this event. He suddenly raised his head, his face streaked with tears and snot, mixed with blood and the ashen color of despair.

It was as if they had grasped at the last straw.

He scrambled towards Jiang Ying's feet, crying out in heart-wrenching agony:
"Patriarch! Patriarch!!! The ancestor is dead! The ancestor... he's been killed!!!"

He kept repeating the same phrase, his forehead slamming heavily against the cold ground with a dull thud, as if trying to extract all his fear and pleas: "You must avenge our ancestor! You must!"

"I know."

Jiang Ying's calm voice interrupted his hysterical wailing and rang out clearly.

The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to contain some kind of strange magic, instantly overwhelming all the noise in the square and even penetrating the walls of the city lord's mansion, clearly echoing in the ears of everyone in the surrounding blocks!

"But he deserves to die."

The three words, like three icicles, pierced Jiang Hongyuan's heart and the hearts of all the people of Liuli Guangcheng who were listening intently.

Jiang Hongyuan's wailing stopped abruptly.

He abruptly raised his head, his face a mixture of snot, tears, and blood, etched with utter shock and disbelief: "Patriarch?! What...what are you saying?! Our ancestor...he has been so kind to you! When you were little...he was the best to you! Have you forgotten?! He has always devoted himself to the Jiang family, protecting Liuli Guang City for so many years...how can you say such a thing?"

"Do your best?"

Jiang Ying leaned forward slightly, her clear and deep eyes now like an ancient, icy pool, coldly staring down at Jiang Hongyuan. Her voice suddenly rose, this time not just echoing in the nearby streets, but spreading like invisible ripples to every corner of the entire Liuli Light City.

"Being devoted to the Jiang family means he's willing to drink human blood and eat human flesh just to survive?!"

boom--! ! !
The entire city of Liuliguang was as if a bomb had been dropped on it.

The entire city was instantly plunged into a deathly silence of shock.

After a brief silence, an even more turbulent uproar ensued.

"What?! Drinking human blood? Eating human flesh?!"

"Who?! Who is the city lord referring to?!"

"Ancestor Jiang Taixuan?! This...how is this possible?!"

"Oh my god, what did I just hear?"

"No wonder. No wonder so many grandmasters have mysteriously disappeared or succumbed to their injuries over the years."

"My brother... my brother took on a city defense mission three years ago and never came back. They say he encountered a group of elite ghost warriors, and his body was never recovered. Could it be...?"

Countless unsuspecting people were shocked, confused, and discussed the matter in fear, their voices merging into a massive wave of noise.

Those who vaguely knew the inside story or were deeply affected by it covered their mouths tightly, tears streaming down their faces, as the grief and despair they had suppressed for many years found an outlet at this moment.

On the city lord's mansion square, those who had silently withdrawn from the battle and were now standing anxiously on the edge turned deathly pale and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

Ignoring the uproar in the city, Jiang Ying's gaze, like a cold blade, was fixed on Jiang Hongyuan's face, which was twisted with horror.

“Answer me!!”

A furious rebuke resounded like a thunderclap deep within Jiang Hongyuan's mind.

puff!
Jiang Hongyuan was struck as if by a heavy blow. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, slumped to the ground, his eyes unfocused, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The deep-seated fear and the immense shock of having his secrets completely exposed rendered him utterly speechless.

Jiang Ying straightened up and stopped looking at Jiang Hongyuan, who was lying on the ground like a lump of mud.

Instead, he slowly turned around and looked at the figure who was still standing at the forefront of the defense line, covered in blood.

Jiang Chengyue, and the dozens of equally wounded companions behind him.

The coldness on her face melted away instantly, turning into a gentle and heartfelt expression of approval.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The voice was soft, yet it clearly reached the ears of every soldier who had survived the bloody battle.

Jiang Chengyue and his brothers looked into the gentle gaze of their patriarch, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

Excitement, grievance, and relief.
A mix of emotions surged within me.

They opened their mouths, but were unable to utter a sound due to their injuries and emotional distress.

at this time.

Jiang Ying glanced briefly at their feet and said softly, "Come out."

The voice just fell.

hum!
On the square, at the feet of Jiang Chengyue and every blood-soaked warrior behind him.
Their elongated, blood-stained shadows
It was as if it had come to life, as if it had been forcibly "pulled" from a two-dimensional plane into a three-dimensional entity by an invisible hand!
One by one, figures dressed in the Jiang family's standard cloud-patterned outfits, their auras deep and restrained, rose silently from the shadows like ghosts.

moment!

Dozens of powerful Yunhua envoys, at least at the peak of the second rank, appeared out of thin air and silently guarded Jiang Chengyue and the others.

They exuded a faint, shadowy aura that seemed to devour light, clearly indicating their mastery of stealth and concealment.

"The Yunhua Envoy?!"

"when."

Jiang Chengyue and the soldiers behind him widened their eyes instantly, their faces filled with extreme astonishment.

Looking at these suddenly appearing fellow chosen ones, they sensed the powerful yet deliberately restrained aura emanating from them, and recalled the "miracle" that none of them had died despite being severely injured.
A thought struck my mind like lightning.

No wonder!
No wonder that this hastily assembled group of people was able to hold out in the fierce battle until now, even forcing the enemy to suffer heavy losses, despite facing a core elite force of the Ministry of Internal Affairs that outnumbered them several times over.

It wasn't that they were truly incredibly strong, nor was it that the other side showed them mercy.

It is the head of the family!

The patriarch had already arranged for the most elite Yunhua envoys, like the most loyal shadows, hidden within the shadows of each of them.
It was these silent shadows that pulled them back from the brink of death time and time again.

An indescribable warmth and awe instantly swept over Jiang Chengyue and the others, easing their exhaustion.

It turns out they weren't fighting alone.
The head of the family never gave up on them.

As Jiang Ying watched the expressions on everyone's faces shift from astonishment to realization to being moved, a faint yet genuine smile curved her lips.

She felt that what Grandpa Hong said made a lot of sense.

This world doesn't have that many stages. It only has life and death.

This trip will not only provide training for Fang Qingyu and his group of young people, but also...
For these young men of our own family, wasn't this also a trial by fire?

The gentle expression on Jiang Ying's face quickly vanished, replaced by a cold and murderous look.

She turned around, and a thin black booklet appeared in her hand without her noticing.

She slowly stepped forward, her bare feet treading across the blood-stained crystal ground, towards the center of the plaza.

With each step she took, her clear and authoritative voice resounded once again throughout the entire city of Glazed Light:

"Jiang Taixuan, the seventeenth generation descendant of the Jiang family."

"First crime: Possessing the stomach of the gluttonous beast, he established an illegal 'blood source' base in the underground of the city lord's mansion, where he imprisoned and tortured federal warriors for a long time, extracting their life force to prolong his own life."

"Second crime: In order to cover up the crimes, he forged mission reports, framed loyal people, and falsely accused dozens of garrison and Ministry of the Interior members who refused to go along with the crimes and tried to expose the truth of the crime of being federal traitors and secretly executed them."

"Criminal three: Taking advantage of his position, he illegally misappropriated and embezzled a huge amount of city defense materials and federal funds, causing delays in the repair of many defense nodes and disregarding the safety of the soldiers on the front line."

Jiang Ying's voice was cold and flat, like a machine proclaiming a verdict, striking the hearts of every resident of Liuli Guangcheng.

As each charge was read aloud.

The uproar in the city was gradually replaced by a suppressed anger and a chilling coldness.

As she read the last point, Jiang Ying stopped precisely in front of Jiang Hongyuan, who lay slumped on the ground, his face ashen. She looked down at him slightly, her voice suddenly turning sharp:

"Fourth crime: Colluding with the Ghostly Race! Sharing intelligence and betraying humanity!!"

"Colluding with a demon?!"

"Oh my God!!"

"Beast! You beast!!"

"kill him!!!"

The final charge was like igniting a powder keg.

The entire city erupted in a roar as loud as a tsunami.

Those people, especially those whose loved ones had died in battle on the icy plains, were filled with rage and wished they could tear them apart.

Colluding with demons and harming one's own kind is a betrayal more unforgivable than falling into demonic possession.

Jiang Ying seemed oblivious to the city's furious roar.

She simply looked calmly at Jiang Hongyuan, who was trembling like a leaf at her feet. Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached his ears clearly:

"Do you know how much your ancestor did?"

Jiang Hongyuan's body stiffened abruptly, his head drooped even lower, and a fearful whimper escaped his throat, but he dared not utter a single word.

How could he not know?
As Jiang Taixuan's most trusted henchman and one of the actual controllers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he was the most direct participant and executor of those dirty and bloody dealings.

He even personally handled the screening and arrest of many "blood donors".

Jiang Ying didn't seem to need his answer.

She straightened up, her gaze sweeping over the booklet in her hand, and her voice rose again, echoing throughout the city:

"Jiang Hongyuan."

"To cover the escape of the culprit Jiang Taixuan, they brazenly mobilized the elite forces of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to storm the City Lord's Mansion, attacking and killing their comrades, with the intention of overthrowing the order of Liuli Guang City!"

“According to the wartime laws of the City of Glazed Light, he shall be prosecuted for the highest crimes against humanity committed by the Federation.”

"cut!"

The chilling echo of the word "slay" had barely faded!

Jiang Ying's slender hand, hanging by her side, was casually waved as if brushing away a speck of dust.

A condensed, almost invisible, pale golden energy, like the sharpest invisible blade, instantly sliced across Jiang Hongyuan's neck.

puff!
Jiang Hongyuan, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stiffened!
The extreme fear and pleading on his face froze instantly.

next second.

The head, bearing a look of astonishment, silently detached from the neck and rolled onto the cold crystal floor with a thud, landing next to Jiang Taixuan's head.

The headless corpse slumped to the ground, and blood gushed out from the severed neck like a belated fountain, quickly staining the ground red.

Concise! Clean and efficient!

Without any hesitation or delay!

Like crushing a bug!
The entire city of Liuliguang fell into a deathly silence once again.

Only the faint sound of flowing blood could be heard.

Then came an even more surging roar of cheers and shouts, like a tsunami!

"Well done!!"

"Traitor! He deserves to die!!"

"The master of the house is wise!!"

Jiang Ying's gaze swept over the slumped, pale-faced remnants of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, finally settling on the group of "mid-term dropouts" standing on the edge, their faces ashen.

She turned to the next page of the booklet, her voice still calm and clear, carrying throughout the city:

"Jiang Mingyuan, deputy captain of the 7th Patrol Team of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"Jiang Dun, Logistics Supervisor of the Third Company of the City Defense Force."

"Wang Kun and Chen Ming, the Jiang family's external affairs managers."

One by one, names were read out, and charges of crimes, some minor and some serious, were announced.

These are people who participated in the early "blood source" screening.
After reading each name and charge, Jiang Ying would pause and look at the person.

"According to the crime, he shall be exiled to the ice fields and serve for thirty years."

"According to the crime, he shall be stripped of his post, have his illegal gains confiscated, and be imprisoned for twenty years."

"."

When reading about those who "dropped out halfway through".

Jiang Ying paused, looking at the desperate pleading in their eyes, and slowly said:
“Go to a penance camp and serve five years.”

Those who thought they were going to die, when they heard the words "exorcism camp," their faces were still pale and their bodies were trembling, but their eyes suddenly burst with a strong light of survival.

The Redemption Battalion was the most brutal and deadliest cannon fodder unit on the Great Wall defense line, the front line facing death itself!
He served for five years, and his life was almost always one of the most dangerous.

But, after all, this is a way to survive.

It's a chance to atone for sins, a chance to fight with one's life.

"Clothes"

Dozens of people, as if grasping at the last straw, knelt down with a thud, kowtowing with tears streaming down their faces, their voices hoarse but full of gratitude.

Jiang Ying stopped looking at them and slowly closed the black booklet in her hand.

Her figure slowly floated into the air again, rising above the City Lord's Mansion Square, looking down like a deity at the growing, increasingly indignant crowd gathering below.

"The crimes of Jiang Taixuan, Jiang Hongyuan, and their cronies are too numerous to count! This is a disgrace to the Jiang family and a tragedy for Liuli Guangcheng!"

The cold, clear voice, filled with sorrow and resolve, echoed far and wide.

"To atone for our sins and to demonstrate reform!"

"I, Jiang Ying, in the name of the City Lord of Liuli Guangcheng and the Head of the Jiang Family, hereby declare—"

"From this day forward, for the next ten years!"

"All those who voluntarily come to work in the City of Glazed Light, whether they are martial artists, chosen ones, or ordinary technicians, will have their base salary doubled!"

"All official and unofficial tasks posted and accepted in Liuli Guangcheng will be exempt from commission rates."

"All mercenary groups and merchant guilds registered in Liuli Guangcheng will receive a 30% tax reduction."

"The pension standard for all garrison troops and city defense troops will be increased by fifty percent!"

"The City of Glazed Light will welcome with the utmost sincerity all those who are willing to join us in protecting this land and rebuilding our homes!"

boom--! ! !
After a brief silence.

The entire City of Glazed Light was in complete ecstasy!

Double your salary! No commission! Tax cuts! Increased benefits!
These four combined make for an unprecedented super gift package.

This is an absolutely unparalleled benefit among all cities on the Arctic front! There's no other like it!

"My God! Double the price?! No commission?!"

"Long live the patriarch!!"

"Long live the City of Glazed Light!!"

"I'm going to cancel my membership in the Mercenary Guild tomorrow and register in Glazed City instead!!"

"Quick! Tell the brothers back home! A chance to make a fortune has arrived!!"

The city was instantly engulfed in jubilant cheers, excited shouts, and enthusiastic discussions.

The gloom and bloodshed that had previously shrouded the area seemed to be completely dispelled by this tremendous benefit at this moment.

People spread the news, and in front of the city lord's mansion, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers, the sound almost lifting the aurora-lit dome.

As for Jiang Taixuan?
When these crimes can be read aloud.

No one would be foolish enough to question the authenticity of this matter.

Even if there are.

They wouldn't be foolish enough to stand up in front of Jiang Ying, who is at the fourth level.

With this, the matter concerning the Jiang family can be considered settled.

……

The Great Wall in the Arctic.

Fang Qingyu's figure transformed into a streak of dark golden lightning, landing at the foot of the massive city wall, which resembled a mountain range, amidst the biting cold wind.

Looked up.

Majestic.

This is Fang Qingyu's most direct feeling.

The city wall before us has long transcended the concept of a "wall".

It's more like a giant mountain range made of steel, stretching between the ice field and human territory.

Its height is estimated to be over 300 meters, and its overall appearance is a cold and heavy gray-black.

The city walls were far wider than imagined, with watchtowers built along the edges that resembled small fortresses.

Standing beneath it, a sense of insignificance arises spontaneously.

However, as Fang Qingyu watched, he suddenly remembered an anime.
It inexplicably gave him a sense of déjà vu from Attack on Titan.

Moreover, speaking of which, there really are beings outside the realm of fate that resemble giants.

He had just encountered one.

Soon, an officer wearing the standard dark blue uniform of the Great Wall Border Guard, with a calm demeanor, came forward and respectfully saluted Fang Qingyu: "Captain Fang, please come with me. Commander Hong is waiting for you."

Fang Qingyu withdrew his divine power, nodded, and followed the officer through a heavy alloy gate.

Beyond the gate was not the narrow passageway one might imagine.

Instead, it was a sudden realization.

A hint of surprise flashed in Fang Qingyu's eyes.

Inside the Great Wall, lights shone brightly.

The wide main road is wide enough to accommodate large vehicles, and on both sides are neatly planned and extremely sturdy alloy buildings.

On the streets, people in various uniforms hurried by, including fully armed border patrol teams, technicians in engineer uniforms, and mercenaries and supply convoys.

Shops of all kinds line both sides of the street.

Weapon workshops, armor shops, pharmacies, material recycling stations, and even bars, restaurants, and hotels with neon signs.

Where is this inside the city wall?

It is clearly a war fortress city built inside a steel behemoth, full of vitality and the smell of gunpowder.

This was quite unexpected for Fang Qingyu.

However, this place is much better than those wasteland-style outposts in the abyss.

There was no dirt or disorder, and the order was very stable.

"This is 'Spine City'."

The officer leading the way seemed to notice Fang Qingyu's surprise and introduced with a hint of pride, "The command center of the Great Wall defense line, the heart of logistics, and the fortress where the soldiers on the front line rest are all located here."

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly, deeply moved.

The idea of embedding a fully functional urban fortress into the Great Wall is a magnificent and awe-inspiring project.

The officer led Fang Qingyu in a high-speed elevator, which ascended through a maze-like steel structure.

Finally, it stopped in a relatively quiet area.

At the end of the corridor was a large alloy door without any markings.

"Commander Hong is inside." The officer stopped, saluted, and left.

Fang Qingyu walked to the door and knocked gently.

"Enter."

An old but powerful voice, with a familiar roguish tone, came from inside the door.

Push the door open and enter.

The room was small and furnished in a way that bordered on rudimentary.

A huge alloy desk, a few chairs, a bookshelf filled with books and documents—that's all.

A huge strategic map of the Arctic front hangs on the wall, densely marked with various symbols.

Grandpa Hong Qitian was standing with his back to the door, in front of an old induction cooker, slowly fiddling with a purple clay teapot.

Wisps of steam rise, carrying a refreshing aroma of tea.

He turned around when he heard the door open.

He was still wearing that faded training uniform.

A rare smile appeared on his face as he instantly scanned Fang Qingyu from head to toe.

"Oh, our hero's back? He's not missing an arm or a leg, that's good." The old man grinned and pointed to the sofa next to him. "Sit down."

Fang Qingyu sat down as instructed, and rolled his eyes as he listened to the old man's words.

Hong Qitian walked over carrying a teapot and poured a clear tea into an equally old porcelain cup in front of Fang Qingyu. The amber liquid exuded a refreshing aroma.

"Have a cup of tea." He picked up a cup himself, leaned back comfortably on the sofa, took a sip, and let out a satisfied sigh. "I know you have a lot of questions right now, but don't rush, ask slowly."

The office was filled with the aroma of tea, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

Fang Qingyu picked up the teacup, and it was slightly hot to the touch.

The scalding hot tea, as it entered my throat, brought a burning sensation and a bittersweet aftertaste, which slightly calmed my turbulent thoughts.

He put down his teacup, pondered for a moment, and then asked the question.

"That shadow."

Fang Qingyu's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable focus.

"The one who rises from the shadow of fate, the one who finally declares that all is settled."

"What exactly is it?"

Fang Qingyu did want to see his title at the time.
However, the other person's head was empty.

Upon hearing this, Hong Qitian's hand, which was holding a teacup, froze in mid-air.

His eyes held a hint of... indescribable mockery.

The office was silent for a few seconds.