In the Demon Suppression Division: Crimson Words Nurture the Blade, Slaying Demons to Prove the Dao

When Wei Zhaoting slowly woke up, it was already noon.

He looked around and found himself inside a clinic.

He struggled to sit up, and the pain made him sweat profusely.

Just then, Su Chenlu walked in carrying a bowl of medicine.

"Zhaoting, you're awake. Here, drink your medicine."

Wei Zhaoting stared at his beautiful fiancée, the scenes from that morning flooding back into his mind.

"Chenlu, explain yourself clearly... cough cough... why did you come out of that beast Wei Xuanfeng's house?" He knew the answer, but he still felt a glimmer of hope.

"Zhao...Zhaoting...Let's drink the medicine first, okay...?"

Faced with Su Chenlu's evasive answers, Wei Zhaoting persisted.

"You shameless woman, did you give yourself to him?!"

"Zhaoting, what...what did you say about me...?"

"I'm calling you a slut, didn't you give yourself to him?!"

Feeling wronged, Su Chenlu's eyes reddened.

"But I did it for you!"

"I'm asking you, did you give it to him?!" Wei Zhaoting roared, not caring that his wound was bleeding again.

"He insisted!" Su Chenlu slammed the medicine bowl on the tea table and covered her face with her hands.

"You'll give it to him just because he wants it? You'll give it to him just because he wants it!" Wei Zhaoting's eyes widened in anger, his finger trembling as he pointed at Su Chenlu. "You shameless woman, what's wrong? You're so eager to climb the social ladder just because you've got your hands on Wei Xuanfeng's job at the Demon Suppression Division?!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Su Chenlu wiped away her tears, her eyes filled with grievance. "Wasn't it you who made me go to him! He said he'd only exchange...exchange...I lost my innocence because of you!"

After saying that, she could no longer hold back her tears and burst into tears, lying on the tea table.

Su Chenlu was filled with grievances. She thought her fiancé would understand her, but who would have thought...

I've given so much, but all I get in return is blame!

"You...you..."

Now that things have come to this, Wei Zhaoting doesn't know whose fault it is.

Yes, Su Chenlu went to find Wei Xuanfeng for her own sake.

But the thought of his fiancée, whom he had never even held hands with, being taken advantage of by that beast...

For a moment, his heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

Despite the excruciating pain, Wei Zhaoting struggled to get down and tried to comfort Su Chenlu.

But she had just sat down next to him, and before she could even touch him, she was surprised to find that...

Su Chenlu instinctively dodged.

Wei Zhaoting was stunned, and so was Su Chenlu.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

"I just touched your shoulder, and you reacted like this..." Wei Zhaoting trembled with anger, his barely suppressed rage erupting again. "He touched everything about you!"

"Zhaoting, don't misunderstand, I... I just..." Su Chenlu wanted to explain, but she didn't know how.

After all, subconscious reactions don't lie.

She couldn't explain why she was so resistant to her fiancé's advances.

"What's the point of saying anything now?! You shameless woman, you slut, you piece of trash!"

Wei Zhaoting immediately launched into a tirade of insults, his language becoming increasingly fierce and vulgar.

He even blamed her for his inability to defeat Wei Xuanfeng.

But he didn't notice that his fiancée's eyes had changed from a look of grievance...

It gradually turned into resentment and bitterness.

"Yes, I am a slut! I am a whore!" Su Chenlu roared, "But if you're so high and mighty, then don't use my money! I paid for your apprenticeship, I paid for the herbs you bought to strengthen your bones, even this outfit of yours was given to you by me! And what have you ever given me!"

Her words startled Wei Zhaoting.

It turns out, I've been living off a woman all along...

"Since you look down on me so much, why should I cling to you? Wei Zhaoting, let's call off our engagement. But remember this: I, Su Chenlu, owe you nothing. Therefore, today I'm divorcing you!"

"Chenlu, are you really so mercenary that you can't wait to go find that beast Wei Xuanfeng?" Wei Zhaoting roared, his eyes filled with resentment.

"I never imagined that, after knowing each other since childhood, I would be so worthless in your eyes." Su Chenlu gave a self-deprecating laugh, then smiled brightly. "Yes, I am that impatient, but so what? Wei Zhaoting, let me tell you. The night I spent with him was more enjoyable than the more than ten years I spent with you!"

After saying that, Su Chenlu turned and left.

Upon hearing her words, Wei Zhaoting felt as if he had been struck by lightning; the innate sense of humiliation in men was amplified infinitely at that moment.

puff! !

He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight to the ground.

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Meanwhile, Wei Xuanfeng spent the morning submitting his resignation to the county magistrate, returning the knife, and greeting everyone.

After all, these are connections; we can't let them fade away once the person leaves.

Once the trivial matters were settled, he headed straight out of the city.

In each city of the Great Jin Dynasty, the Demon Suppression Division was divided into the Southern Suppression Division and the Northern Suppression Division.

The Southern Garrison Command's residence was located within the city, where it monitored demons that had infiltrated the city, as well as officials appointed by the imperial court.

The residence of the Northern Garrison Command was located outside the city, responsible for warding off demons, patrolling the mountains, and protecting the villages outside the city.

Simply put, the Southern Garrison Command has more power, while the Northern Garrison Command has more martial artists.

Wei Xuanfeng wanted to join the Northern Garrison Command.

After all, the only chance to kill demons and get gold coins is outside the city.

What? You're saying the Northern Garrison Commanders are more likely to die at the hands of demons?

Don't be ridiculous. If Wei Xuanfeng were afraid of death, he wouldn't have chosen to risk his life in his past life.

He doesn't care about danger as long as he can become stronger.

After traveling for more than ten miles, Wei Xuanfeng finally saw rows of official residences.

It's very impressive. Upon closer inspection, the largest official residence archway is inscribed with the three large characters "Demon Suppression Division".

After handing over his waist token to the guard and confirming that it was correct, Wei Xuanfeng entered the high-walled compound of the Northern Garrison.

A moment later, in a study.

"Wei Xuanfeng, ancestral home Kangcheng, descendant of loyal martyrs, eighteen years old, fifth level of Martial Realm." An old man sat at his desk, squinting as he wrote in a notebook. "Young man, take a look, is it correct?"

Wei Xuanfeng stood aside, and after verifying that everything was correct, he nodded, "Minister Hong, it's correct."

"That's good, that's good..." Hong Qianshu said calmly. "As a descendant of a loyal martyr, you can indeed become a swordsman in the Demon Suppression Division. However, I see that your cultivation is quite good, young man. Why don't you consider taking the captain's exam?"

The difference between a foot soldier and a captain is like the difference between a temporary worker and a permanent employee in a previous life.

Their monthly stipends, power, and access to cultivation resources are not on the same level.

Within the Demon Suppression Bureau system, only those holding the rank of Captain or higher can be called Demon Slayers.

Based on the original owner's memories, Wei Xuanfeng had already made his choice.

"As the saying goes, 'People strive for higher positions,' so naturally I will participate in the captain's examination," Wei Xuanfeng replied respectfully.

"Hmm, not bad, ambitious and spirited." Vice Minister Hong agreed at first, then changed the subject, "However, the captain's assessment requires a practical combat test. A slight mistake can result in death, and there is no compensation for dying during the assessment."

"Perfect, I'm all alone. If I really die, it will save the court some money."

"That's generous of you. I'll register you then. Just go to the martial arts training ground to report tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Vice-Chancellor Hong."

As he spoke, Wei Xuanfeng subtly slipped a silver ingot into the old man's sleeve before turning and leaving.

Watching his departing figure, a sigh flashed in Hong Qianshu's cloudy eyes.

Alas, demons and monsters are rampant now, and the Great Jin Dynasty is weak.

Many martial artists have become mere watchdogs for high-ranking officials and nobles, and fewer and fewer are willing to slay demons for the common people.

Every demon slayer in the Northern Garrison Command who dies is one less to be eliminated.

Let these mediocre kids, who haven't even officially become demon slayers yet, go and die.

No matter how many die, the higher-ups don't care.

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