Chapter 631

Fang Yue's expression changed instantly.

He grabbed Lao Huli by the collar, yanked his face close, and demanded urgently.

"You just said your men went to the Dayang Caravan to capture Yang Hongxia?"

Lao Huli stared at Fang Yue in shock, thoughts flashing through his mind, and blurted out: "Are you the Supreme Guest of the Dayang Caravan who came this morning?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lao Huli felt a chill in his chest—he groaned inwardly: Damned! I spoke too soon!

He'd merely observed the man's reaction, combined with rumors of some powerful figure tied to the Dayang Caravan, and instinctively guessed his identity.

Seeing Fang Yue's brief moment of stunned silence, Lao Huli released him, his expression gradually calming, silently tearing up the letter, and driving a sword straight through the golden silk toad—then he recoiled in terror, backing until he hit the wall.

But in an instant, a shadow flashed before his eyes…

A two-meter black blade sliced across Lao Huli's neck; his head rolled to the ground.

System Prompt: Player 【Yese Liming】 has slain 【Regimental Commander of the Fox Caravan】. Comprehension slightly increased.

System Prompt: Congratulations, player 【Yese Liming】, you have slain 【Regimental Commander of the Fox Caravan】. Reward: Control Power +30, Dispel Power +30, Yang Lifespan +3 months, 【Strange Realm】 progress +0.3%.

Fang Yue had already learned his lesson by now.

Postnatal Realm cultivators offered minimal rewards—only cumulative gains, since they were too easy to kill.

If you abandoned all restraint and slaughtered indiscriminately, you could still pile up hundreds of attribute points.

Provided 【Chunuan City】 allowed him to run rampant like this.

But Xiantian Realm cultivators offered substantial rewards, and 【Strange Realm】 progress was genuinely advancing, with a clear sense of the progress bar moving forward.

As for Human Realm cultivators, Fang Yue had never killed one, so he couldn't judge yet.

He assumed they'd grant even more attributes.

The higher the cultivation realm, the wider the gap between levels, and the harder it became to challenge higher tiers.

Fang Yue's current strength could easily slay low-tier Human Realm cultivators—his base attributes alone were enough, even without using 【Strange Spirit Root】 power.

But mid-tier and high-tier Human Realm cultivators? That was uncertain—he'd never encountered them.

If possible, Fang Yue wanted to test himself against Human Realm experts—after all, he'd slain plenty of Catastrophe-tier Strange Beings at the same level, though all were Catastrophe-tier low.

Only one 【Coffin Strange】, slain while severely injured and under the effect of pills, was a top-tier Catastrophe-tier Strange.

Even then, alone, he wasn't sure he could defeat it.

Fang Yue glanced at his changed attributes and nodded in satisfaction.

"Name: Yese Liming."

"Strange Realm: Blood Tier High 【1.5%】."

"Control Power: 8700 【Base: 8680】 【Status/Bonus: +20】."

"Dispel Power: 7260 【Base: 7240】 【Status/Bonus: +20】."

"Yang Lifespan: 4 years 10 months."

Though slow, the gains were solid.

And tonight was not yet over—he could still kill! He could kill more people… no, more dark criminals!

Justice cannot wait!

Glancing at the corpse on the ground and the guards approaching from outside, Fang Yue burst out, slaughtered every guard who came near, then leapt onto the rooftops and raced toward the Dayang Caravan.

Fang Yue had never expected the Fox Caravan to launch a surprise attack tonight, aiming to capture the young mistress and deliver her to the Phoenix Organization.

If that were all, fine—but with so many men deployed, this wasn't stealthy abduction; it was a violent assault on the Dayang Caravan, meant to slaughter everyone and forcibly seize the girl!

Fang Yue couldn't let this happen—the Dayang Caravan still served his purposes, whether for hiding his identity or investigating the Phoenix Organization.

As for Lao Huli and the Fox Caravan, they were now useless to Fang Yue.

Lao Huli had played a trick, but Fang Yue dared not take the bait.

That peculiar script of the Short-Tailed Clan was nothing but Lao Huli's personal fabrication—who knew what the real content was?

He himself knew nothing, but the Phoenix Organization surely had experts who could decipher Short-Tailed Clan script—sending this intelligence out would only harm him, making it impossible to draw out the real informant.

Most importantly, Fang Yue had other targets besides the Short-Tailed Clan—he could approach the Old City Caravan and the Kongshan Caravan, threatening them to help lure the informant.

These two were genuine humans; trying to play tricks with writing would be extremely difficult, making them far safer.

Of course, that was a concern only after he rescued the Dayang Caravan.

As he drew closer, Fang Yue saw Dayang Fu ablaze with fire, thick smoke rising, chaos and cries for help mingling—scenes of utter pandemonium!

His face darkened—he realized he was too late; Dayang Fu had already fallen!

Fang Yue estimated that, judging by the timing, the Short-Tailed Clan had likely stormed in the moment he left.

But wasn't Mang Liuzi inside Dayang Fu? How had things deteriorated so badly? Had he defected to the Short-Tailed Clan—or worse, was he a spy planted by them?

Fang Yue's expression turned grim; black mist coiled around his feet, boosting his speed another notch.

At that moment, he spotted another group of black-clad figures stealthily approaching Dayang Fu's gate.

Their cautious demeanor suggested they were just as surprised by the flames.

Fang Yue paused.

Who the hell were these people?

Fang Yue checked—they had no Short-Tailed Clan's distinctive short tails.

Had they tucked their tails behind their asses?

Fang Yue thought that would be extremely uncomfortable and hinder combat performance.

But he dismissed the odd thought quickly, not dwelling on it.

Leaping down from the rooftop, Fang Yue vanished into darkness and surged toward the black-clad group from behind.

The two-meter black blade vanished into shadow—then reappeared—

Zzzz!

More than thirty black-clad men were all slain by Fang Yue's single slash.

Heads rolled onto the ground, headless corpses lay sprawled at the entrance of Dayang Fu, spurting blood, adding a vivid red to the night's darkness.

Fang Yue took a moment to glance, and was certain—these people were unquestionably human, with no connection to the Short-Tailed Clan at all!

"This is strange—when did the Dayang Caravan Group offend so many people? It's understandable if the Short-Tailed Clan wanted to wipe them out, but what about these others… wait!"

Suddenly, a flash of insight struck Fang Yue's mind.

Lao Huli had said he came to capture Yang Hongxia.

Could it be that the Phoenix Organization didn't just issue orders to the Fox Caravan Group alone, but issued them simultaneously to many caravan groups?

Fang Yue immediately thought of the Old City Caravan Group and the Kongshan Caravan Group.

Seen this way, the brutal scene at Dayang Fu tonight made perfect sense.

Rushing inside, Fang Yue found the ground littered with corpses—mostly Dayang Fu guards, a few black-clad men, and among them, some black-clad men with tails exposed—clearly members of the Short-Tailed Clan!

Fang Yue's expression darkened; he was about to rush inside to search for other survivors…

"Help!!"

A piercing scream from far away instantly caught Fang Yue's attention.

That was… the young mistress's voice!

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(End of Chapter)