High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

In the principal's office.

Feng Qingyang watched as the dragon shadow of Imperial Envoy Feng Mo disappeared into the horizon.

The languid and casual look on his face gradually faded, and his eyes became deep and sharp as swords.

He didn't turn around, but spoke softly to the shadowy corner of the office.

"Mobilize all shadow guards and spies to monitor all major forces in Shanghai. Report any unusual activity to me immediately."

As soon as the words were spoken, the shadow in the corner swayed, and a figure that was almost blending into the darkness bowed silently before disappearing completely.

Shadow Guard.

A secret force forged by Li Changqing himself, loyal only to "Lei Jun".

One hundred and twenty-six years ago, Li Changqing left Shanghai in despair, secretly handing over control of the team to him.

This is the biggest secret between the two of them.

Feng Qingyang walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the bustling, vibrant streets of Shanghai in the distance.

His eyes were deep, lost in thought.

He knew that Li Changqing's entrustment of the Thunder Lord Token to Feng Mo was by no means as simple as passing it on as a legacy.

That man, the "Thunder Lord" who once single-handedly suppressed the Dragon King of the East Sea and slaughtered millions of demons, his spirit and pride would not be worn down by a century of silence.

He's probably playing chess by doing this.

With Feng Mo as an unstoppable pawn, starting from Shanghai, he stirred up the winds and clouds throughout the entire Great Xia Kingdom.

This also reignited the passion in Feng Qingyang's long-calm heart.

This time, he deliberately sent Feng Mo out; his real purpose was to fish for fish.

A fishing rod for the God of the Xinlan River.

The second person is a traitor within the human race.

Other large fish may appear during the third fishing attempt.

As for honing the ink seal? That's just a side effect.

Feng Qingyang poured himself a glass of wine and murmured softly.

"Lord Lei, since you intend to overturn this rotten chessboard, what harm is there in me, Feng Qingyang, being your pawn once again?"

His thoughts drifted back more than a hundred years.

At that time, he was not yet the commander-in-chief of Shanghai, but just a junior who followed Li Changqing around.

On the shores of the East China Sea, Li Changqing is about to head alone to the front lines to fight against the demonic calamity of the East China Sea.

He led the crimson-purple Thunder Scale Horse, watching Li Changqing's resolute back.

"Qingyang, if I don't come back, I'll leave Shanghai to you."

"Bullshit! You'll definitely come back! When you do, I'll treat you to the best wine!"

Later, Li Changqing returned, but it was as if he had never returned.

In Feng Qingyang's mind, Li Changqing's lifeless eyes, which had burned out all their light, and the disgusting faces of the Xia family flashed by.

He tilted his head back and drank the strong liquor in the gourd in one gulp.

The pungent liquor burned his throat, reigniting his long-dormant fighting spirit.

"This time, I'll shield you from both open and covert attacks."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Qingyang's figure transformed into a wisp of breeze, drifting out through the crack in the window and disappearing without a trace.

In the office, only an empty wine gourd remained, standing quietly on the table.

……

at the same time.

In a secret underground chamber in Shanghai, surrounded by layers of arrays.

A figure shrouded in black robes knelt on one knee before a bizarre array composed of skeletons and vengeful spirit runes.

He pressed a jet-black jade slip into the eye of the array. In the center of the array, a cloud of black mist surged and condensed, emitting a deep and terrifying voice.

The sound was filled with the wails of countless wronged souls, enough to drive those with weak wills mad.

"What is it?"

"Your Excellency," the black-robed man said in a hoarse voice, his tone both fervent and respectful, "that young man named Feng Mo has already taken Feng Qingyang's general's token and mobilized the twelve battalions of the Demon Slaying Division, and is heading towards Xinlan River."

The voice from within the black mist paused for a moment.

"Feng Mo? That's the top martial arts scholar in the Great Xia Kingdom this year?"

"It is indeed this person!" The man in black robes spoke quickly, his tone revealing urgency and apprehension. "This young man was only at the second rank during the provincial league, but by the martial arts exam he had already reached the third rank, and recently he even broke through to the fourth rank! His talent is unparalleled! Furthermore, intelligence indicates that he recently personally killed a peak fifth-rank demonized expert from our sect at an altitude of ten thousand meters. Such a person must be nipped in the bud, otherwise he will surely become the second Dongfang Yangming!"

Dongfang Yangming, a martial arts legend from the early days of the Great Xia Kingdom, single-handedly slaughtered the demon race with his sword, leaving them with rivers of blood. To this day, he remains a nightmare hanging over the heads of all demons and the Demon Worship Cult.

The black fog churned and intensified.

"Where is Feng Qingyang now?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency, he is still at the Martial Arts University in Shanghai." The man in black robes said with certainty, "Recently, new students from various martial arts universities have been reporting for duty. As is customary, the Demon Slaying Division will arrange training missions. As the commander-in-chief, Feng Qingyang must be stationed in Shanghai and ready to provide support at any time. He is unable to be in two places at once, which is why he entrusted the commander-in-chief's token to Feng Mo to act on his behalf."

"madness!"

The Venerable One's voice suddenly turned into a furious rebuke, and the terrifying pressure pierced through the formation. The black-robed man's body trembled, and he was pressed firmly to the ground by this force, unable to move.

"Is your brain filled with shit?!"

"That catfish in the Xinlan River is incredibly slippery; Feng Qingyang tried twice in person and it escaped both times. Now, he's sending a mere fourth-tier kid to lead the team. Do you think they can handle that old catfish?"

"This was clearly a flaw that Feng Qingyang deliberately created!"

The man in the black robe lay prostrate on the ground, his robes soaked with cold sweat, and dared not utter a word of protest.

He knew, of course, that this might be a flaw, but he was even more certain that Feng Mo's threat was real.

If there's an opportunity to eliminate such a major threat, what's a few risks?

Waiting for the perfect moment to act is the act of a true fool!

"Then... what does Your Excellency mean?" he asked cautiously.

From within the black mist came a chilling, eerie laugh.

"Since he's trying to use bait to catch fish, then...we'll play along!"

"I will personally handle the matters concerning Xinlanjiang."

"Also, don't hide those cards you're holding; play them out for me one by one!"

"We've been living this peaceful life in Shanghai for far too long."

"I'll take this opportunity to thoroughly muddy the waters. I want to see if Feng Qingyang can protect this vast Demon City!"

"What I want is not just Feng Mo, but Feng Qingyang's life, and the annihilation of the entire Demon City! Hehehehe..."

Upon hearing this, the man in black robes was first taken aback, then his whole body trembled violently.

He raised his head, and beneath the hood, a pair of scarlet eyes gleamed with a mad light.

"Yes, Your Excellency! Your subordinate obeys!"

A conspiracy far larger and more dangerous than the extermination of the demon in Xinlanjiang has already begun.