Chapter 187: 187. Chapter 184: City Lord Xue Bo

187. Chapter 184: City Lord Xue Bo

Old Six, being a Level Nine Gene Beast, instantly knew Ding Huan had arrived the moment he saw the Alliance Chief's corpse.

It rushed back immediately, spewing out a series of water arrows in succession.

Ding Huan didn't hold back either; his spiritual sense had now condensed, and dozens of wind blades slashed out simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, Shengdao Street became a hellish wasteland.

The outsiders who had pretended to cheer or merely watched dared not linger a moment longer—they fled in a panic.

Earlier, when over twenty men from the Iron Strength Alliance arrived, everyone assumed they intended to wipe out the City Patrol.

Yet in the blink of an eye, not only had the entire Iron Strength Alliance, including their chief, been annihilated, but over a hundred merchants who had feigned support were also dead.

"Uncle Seven…" The woman from the only general store now looked pale as death.

Uncle Seven, with his white hair and beard, stared at the blood and corpses scattered on the ground, muttering: "So powerful—is the Burnt Star Lord's domain preparing to reorganize West Wind Street?"

"Uncle Seven, we're lucky we didn't step forward." The woman spoke with fear and relief.

"Ding Huan." Yan Mei hurried forward as he saw Ding Huan approach.

He nearly got killed by that Iron Strength Alliance chief.

Ding Huan slapped Yan Mei on the shoulder:

"Yan Mei, your cultivation is too weak. Once things settle, you must strengthen yourself."

"Ding Huan!" Old Six swaggered up.

It had discovered a new continent—failing to establish a Foundation didn't matter anymore; as long as it could instantly slaughter these insignificant humans, wasn't that plenty of fun?

Ding Huan stared coldly at Old Six:

"When the enemy attacks, you flee behind and abandon your teammates to die—is that what you call 'doing well'?"

Old Six's face fell:

"Ding Huan, I couldn't match him."

"That's no excuse to let your teammates die. You could've retreated with Yan Mei."

Ding Huan rebuked.

"Yes, Ding Huan, I understand." Old Six hung his head, though inwardly he didn't care.

When death looms, only a fool doesn't run.

For the past while, the three City Patrol members who had come out together had swung wildly between despair and elation.

They had followed Yan Mei to help the woman save her husband, only to nearly be killed by four Iron Strength Alliance members—luckily, the deputy captain arrived in time to save them.

Just as they hoped to leave quickly, the Iron Strength Alliance arrived faster than they imagined.

When they saw a crowd gathering, all three closed their eyes and waited to die—only to be saved once again by their captain's arrival.

Such dramatic ups and downs were the very definition of life.

Now, they were stunned by a talking beast.

Talking beasts? Weren't those only rumored to exist in the great sects?

"What are your names?" Ding Huan asked the three City Patrol members.

Honestly, he hadn't cared to learn their names before.

Now that he saw they had performed decently, he began considering keeping them.

After all, these three were the true old-timers of West Wind City—they knew the city better than anyone.

The tall man bowed quickly: "I'm Gu Bin; these two are Wu Tun and Bei Huo'er."

Ding Huan nodded; Gu Bin was tall and somewhat bolder.

Wu Tun was the shortest, thin as a stick, comparable to the clerk Peng Peng Leizhi. Bei Huo'er's defining trait was his darkness.

"You three performed well today. Now tell me—how are corpses usually handled here?"

Ding Huan praised them.

The three were ecstatic at his praise.

What did this mean? It meant Ding Huan wouldn't kill them—they had won their gamble.

Gu Bin hurried to say:

"Captain Ding, we've never had so many deaths before. Corpses are handled by the City Patrol—we usually haul them to the crematorium outside the city."

He didn't say this, but handling corpses had always been dangerous work for the City Patrol.

After others finished fighting, they had to clean up the bodies—carelessness meant getting killed by the dead's friends.

But today, openly slaughtering over a hundred people on Shengdao Street? Never before seen.

"Are you three the only City Patrol members left?" Ding Huan frowned.

If three men had to handle so many corpses, it would be troublesome.

"The City Patrol has a corpse cart—each cart can carry thirty bodies. And we're not the only ones; a few others dare not show up at the Patrol, but we all know where they live."

Gu Bin explained cautiously.

Ding Huan paused, then said:

"First, gather and secure everything here. Wu Tun and Bei Huo'er, handle the corpses—you may also summon former City Patrol members to help."

Tell them: from today on, the City Patrol won't be slaughtered at will.

Gu Bin, you, Yan Mei, and Old Six will inspect every shop on Shengdao Street. If anyone is dead inside, seal the shop immediately. If they refuse to accept the sealing, demand crystal payment.

For shops that didn't have deaths but supported the Iron Strength Alliance with cheers, fine them fifty crystals. If they refuse, destroy them outright and seize the shops for the City Patrol."

Ding Huan had finally seen clearly: no one doing business on West Wind City's Shengdao Street was clean.

These people deserved to be killed a hundred times over.

"Yes." Gu Bin answered loudly at once.

He thought Ding Huan's actions were perfectly normal.

In Xifeng City, isn't might makes right?

"Captain, thank you for saving our lives. We're willing to help the City Patrol clear away the corpses."

The couple, who had been hiding inside the ruined shop, had already prepared to die when they saw the Tieli Alliance surround the City Patrol.

But as soon as Ding Huan arrived, the outcome changed instantly—they rushed out, excited, and knelt to thank him.

Ding Huan realized they were short-handed, so he nodded and allowed them to assist Wu Tun and Bei He in handling the corpses.

Leaving Shengdao Street, when he returned to the realty office, the clerk was serving new customers.

Ding Huan waited until the clerk finished his current task before approaching:

"I want to buy a courtyard, in the Dajing District."

Ding Huan had come here three times in a row, even willing to become a City Patrol captain just to buy a house.

He was dead set on purchasing a home in Xifeng City.

Whether Ding Huan died tomorrow or not, he could still make this deal today.

"Friend, if you're certain about buying, you can pay five crystal stones as a deposit…"

The clerk paused here deliberately—most eager clients would interrupt him at this point and say it was impossible.

Seeing Ding Huan show no reaction whatsoever, the clerk had to speak again:

"Our realty office recently acquired a treasure that lets you view houses for sale as if they were right before you."

But viewing requires some energy to activate, which is why we ask for five crystal stones upfront. If you don't buy, the deposit isn't refunded. If you do buy, it's deducted from the total price."

Ding Huan didn't wait for the clerk to say another word—he slapped down five crystal stones: "Show me."

He really is willing to pay this deposit?

The clerk stared at Ding Huan in surprise. The crystal-ball viewing promotion had been advertised for a long time, yet Ding Huan was still the first person to hand over five crystal stones.

Since Ding Huan had paid the five crystal stones, the clerk grabbed a crystal ball and activated it.

A cinematic image appeared in midair—a woman was introducing a house; the first one was a small courtyard…

Ding Huan stared in shock at the crystal ball that projected images—what kind of spell was this?

The next instant, a clear message appeared in Ding Huan's mind.

The crystal image ball is created using a magical device combined with a recording spell.

More advanced image balls use spiritual artifacts, even treasures beyond spiritual grade, to record…

…

Shengdao Street, usually bustling and lively, was today unnervingly quiet.

Whether or not anyone had died, every shop along Shengdao Street remained silent in unison.

The owner of the Bianxing Fuqi Pavilion, who had just taken six hundred and fifty crystal stones from Ding Huan, kept wiping sweat from his forehead.

He was terrified.

Only now did he realize how restrained and polite Ding Huan had been inside his shop.

He had actually dared to tail Ding Huan.

A man who could effortlessly wipe out the Tieli Alliance and over a hundred shop clerks from Shengdao Street was no longer someone his patron could easily eliminate.

Fortunately, he hadn't lost anything.

He feared Ding Huan might return for another strike, but Ding Huan had already left Shengdao Street.

Becoming captain of the City Patrol, everything Ding Huan did in Xifeng City was to find a quiet place to settle down.

Then find his own Foundation Establishment path.

If he couldn't find his Foundation Establishment path here, Ding Huan would leave without hesitation.

Reborn into this life, Ding Huan's determination to pursue the Immortal path was unshakable—nothing could stop him.

Yan Mei and Gu Bin led Lao Liu to knock on the doors of every shop on Shengdao Street.

During the Tieli Alliance's attack on the City Patrol, very few shops had dared not to come out and cheer.

Facing the City Patrol demanding crystal stones, no one dared risk their life.

This trip had left the City Patrol thoroughly enriched.

…

Xifeng City Lord's Mansion.

A man with phoenix eyes sat calmly listening to his subordinate's report—he was Xue Bo, the Xifeng City Lord who never left his mansion.

After a long silence, he finally spoke:

"You say Ding Huan didn't even move, yet effortlessly killed over a hundred people—including the Tieli Alliance's leader, a Qi Condensation Stage Eight cultivator?"

"Yes. I suspect Ding Huan possesses a secret technique; otherwise, he couldn't kill so many without lifting a finger."

Standing before Xue Bo was a woman in black robes, who offered her own judgment as she spoke.

"Could Ding Huan be a Foundation Establishment cultivator with his own spiritual sense?" Xue Bo asked, frowning.

The black-robed woman shook her head:

"Xifeng City is so insignificant even Zhuoxing Lord's Domain doesn't care about it—how could a Foundation Establishment expert value this place?"

If it weren't impossible for Qi Condensation cultivators to form a spiritual sense, I'd suspect he's a Qi Condensation cultivator with one."

"As long as he doesn't bother me, let him be. Give him the City Patrol—it's fine if he helps me hold it. Just keep an eye on him; no need to interact with him."

Xue Bo fell silent for a moment, then said.

"Shengdao Street is Pan Qi's territory. He asked us to watch over it while he was away—if he returns and finds so many of his men dead, won't that be…" The black-robed woman hesitated.

Xue Bo sneered:

"His territory? I'm preparing for Foundation Establishment—I have no time to waste on him. I've just tossed him a few scraps. Once I've established my Foundation, I'll crush him."

If he comes back and causes trouble with that Ding Huan, all the better—let them tear each other apart.

"Yes." The black-clad woman replied, then withdrew.

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