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

Gu Chongli and Xia Ming fled in panic like stray dogs, their disheveled figures becoming the most entertaining part of the celebration banquet.

After a brief moment of stillness, the atmosphere in the auditorium erupted in an even more fervent manner.

"Hahaha! That's great! Damn, that's really great!"

Yang Jinyun slammed his hand on the table, making the bowls and plates jump around. He picked up his wine bowl, raised it to Feng Mo on the high platform, tilted his head back, and poured the strong liquor down his throat without spilling a drop.

"Respectfully conferring upon him the title of General!"

"Respectfully conferring upon him the title of General!"

The fierce warriors of the Demon Slayer Division followed suit, rising to their feet. Their rough roars merged into a scalding torrent, almost lifting the dome of the auditorium.

These men, who walk on the edge of a knife, have the utmost respect for the strong and the utter contempt for those cowards who act arrogantly because of their status.

Tonight, Feng Mo first suppressed the provocation with swift and decisive measures, and then was officially appointed by the Imperial Capital Commander. This legitimate and domineering approach completely won them over.

The banquet lasted until late at night before the guests, still reeking of alcohol and deeply moved, gradually dispersed.

After the last freshman was dragged away by Yun Tianyi with his arm around his shoulder, the magnificent auditorium finally quieted down.

Feng Qingyang waved his hand, and the heavy iron and wooden doors of the auditorium closed silently, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Lu Chenzhou abandoned his previous carefree and unrestrained demeanor, and a rare look of seriousness appeared on his square face.

He walked to the door, flicked his finger, and an invisible ripple of energy spread out like water, instantly covering the entire auditorium.

A soundproof barrier was quietly laid out.

"Alright, now we can get down to business." Lu Chenzhou walked to the main table, picked up an unopened pot of "Drunken Immortal Brew" and broke the mud seal, took a big gulp, and then looked at Feng Mo.

"Kid, don't think this is all over tonight." He wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, his voice lowering. "That old bastard Gu Chongli is nothing more than a pawn pushed to the front to test the waters."

Feng Qingyang untied the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip, and a cold smile appeared in his eyes: "I knew it, those old fogies in the capital came here as soon as they smelled it."

Lu Chenzhou sighed and continued, "Feng Mo, you need to understand that the Imperial Capital Command has never been a monolithic entity. The Xia family has been entrenched in Shanghai for hundreds of years, deeply rooted, with connections spanning various major powers. By crippling Xia Yuan and publicly humiliating Xia Jidian, you've essentially kicked the Xia family in the face. This time, Gu Chongli's intervention is backed by the Xia family."

He paused, his gaze growing even more serious: "But that's not the most troublesome thing. The most troublesome thing is yourself."

"You," Lu Chenzhou pointed at Feng Mo, "eighteen years old, fourth-tier cultivation, and you crippled a sixth-tier White Tiger Mountain Lord with a single blow. This achievement, this talent, cannot be described by the word 'genius,' it's 'monster,' it's 'an anomaly'!"

"The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind. Those old fogies in the capital who have climbed to their positions over hundreds of years through seniority and elixirs can't stand unreasonable young people like you. Your very existence is a threat to their status. They talk about doing what's best for Great Xia and for the human race, but what they really want is to keep this uncontrollable variable firmly under their control, or even... destroy you."

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang let out a disdainful snort.

"A bunch of useless old codgers who occupy positions without doing anything. I appointed him as acting commander-in-chief to stir up this stagnant water. Don't they like to play power games behind the scenes? I want to see if they can still sit still when an uncontrollable knife is hanging over their heads."

He looked at Feng Mo, his gaze serious: "I've already made some arrangements on my side, enough to keep you safe. But things aren't going to be peaceful in Shanghai from now on. You're the target of everyone's criticism now, so you'd better be careful in your actions."

Inside the vast auditorium, two sixth-tier powerhouses sang in unison, revealing a corner of the turbulent political struggle.

However, at the center of all this vortex, Feng Mo's expression remained completely calm throughout.

He just listened quietly, as if he were listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.

After the two finished speaking, he slowly reached out and gently flicked a tiny speck of dust off the crimson-gold general's armor he was wearing.

The movements were very light and slow.

"It's alright."

He spoke, his voice as calm as a still, deep pool.

"As long as I am strong enough, everything else is just a joke."

He raised his eyes, and deep within his dark pupils, it seemed as if two golden flames were burning, unleashing an unbridled arrogance and murderous aura without warning.

"They want to play, I'll play along."

"If anyone dares to reach out, I'll kill them all."

"Give me a pair, I'll smash a pair."

The moment the words fell, Lu Chenzhou felt a chill run up his spine to the top of his head. He was stunned for half a second by the pure and extreme killing intent emanating from the young man.

Looking at Feng Mo's young yet indifferent face, he felt as if he were not seeing a person, but a peerless demon king who was about to stir up the winds and clouds and shatter all gods and Buddhas.

After a brief moment of distraction, Lu Chenzhou suddenly burst into a deafening laugh.

"Hahaha! Good! Good lad! Arrogant enough! Ruthless enough! Just my type, Lu Chenzhou!"

He slapped his thigh, stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked and popped.

"Ugh, I flew all the way from the capital overnight for your little problem, I'm exhausted. Brother Feng, find me a place, I need to sleep for three days and three nights!"

Feng Qingyang smiled and shook his head, then called over a guard and ordered, "Take Inspector Lu to 'Listening to the Waves Garden' to rest. No one is to disturb him without my order."

"Alright!" Lu Chenzhou hooked his arm around the guard's shoulder and left with a loud laugh, taking the heavy atmosphere with him.

Inside the auditorium, only Feng Mo and Feng Qingyang remained once again.

Feng Mo turned his head to look at Feng Qingyang, and without uttering a single word of nonsense, went straight to the point.

"Principal, are the merits earned from slaying demons and rescuing people on this trip to Xinlan River enough to exchange for a few top-tier fifth-order martial arts techniques in the Demon Slaying Division's treasury?"

He knew very well that although he had raised "Five Elements Thunder Dragon Transformation" and "Riding the Dragon in the Wind" to the fourth level of perfection, the foundation of these two martial arts was still too weak when facing higher-level enemies.

To unleash the full combat power of a fifth-order Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator, he needs even stronger martial arts skills and movement techniques.

When Feng Qingyang heard this question, he was first taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"You little brat, why can't you get your head straight?"

Feng Qingyang's tone carried an undeniable air of dominance.

"You are now the acting commander-in-chief of the Demon Slayer Division in Shanghai!"

"The Demon Slayer's Martial Arts Hall offers you unrestricted access to all techniques, martial arts skills, and movement methods for those at Rank 6 and below!"

"Look around and learn as you please!"

"No need to change, and certainly no need for any of that bullshit merit!"