Fang Che quietly slipped into the crowd at one end of the long street.

His Divine Sense was fully engaged in careful sensing.

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon was also carefully distinguishing.

However, they found nothing.

Without the adversary making a move, it was nearly impossible to find them.

Even the ancient Evil Qi on his body and the abilities of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon, such a Spiritual Body, were helpless. In this regard, Fang Che could only rely on his own eyes.

He silently observed the faces and bodies of the people watching the scene.

Several keywords kept swirling in his mind.

Based on the information provided by the Guardian Hall and Yin Shen Palace.

The batch of Shi Family descendants has a common characteristic.

They are young.

This narrowed the scope significantly.

The Shi Family descendants' attire was different from ordinary citizens. This was the second characteristic.

Third, as outsiders, their demeanor must differ from the local Shi Family descendants.

Then there was the fourth point, no matter how they disguised themselves, the inherent attitude of viewing life as trivial could not be changed; moreover, when facing ordinary families, the arrogance and the inadvertent superiority of these 'Wei Wo Sect Headquarters Families' couldn't be hidden.

Next were the characteristics of martial arts practice and the occasional unintentional exposure of Evil Qi and Killing Aura.

Then there were features from cultivating certain unique Magic Skills, such as abnormal pupils, blackened nails, or dull complexion...

These were things that everyone in the Guardian Hall had to memorize, but remembering them was useless without sharp eyes.

Some recited these flawlessly but were killed by Demon Sect members without recognizing them... There were many such cases!

And it was the vast majority.

Fang Che wore a curious but somewhat fearful expression, quietly hiding among the crowd.

He observed everyone.

Finally, two people caught his attention.

These two were well-dressed, young, handsome, with tall postures, carrying small packs on their backs, strong and muscular, evidently Martial Artists.

Fang Che quietly approached.

The two were hiding in the crowd, looking at the scene with fear on their faces.

Fang Che thus approached with a fearful expression.

"Who... from which family?"

Fang Che asked in a low, natural tone, as if he were familiar.

"The head's gone... who knows whose family."

One of them said instinctively, then suddenly realized: "Who are you?"

Fang Che replied blandly: "I'm from the Si Family!"

Now, Fang Che already knew that the Si Family was a big family.

Naturally, his face bore that arrogant expression, looking down on the two and said: "What about you two?"

"What do you mean 'what about us two'? Who are you?"

Both wore wary expressions.

Secretly they were communicating with the Five Spirits Gu: "Did the Si Family also send people to participate? Given the Si Family's power, do they really need to send people for this?"

"I don't know... but the surname Si is not common."

Fang Che faintly smiled: "Since I've already recognized you, there's no need to act, is there?"

"We don't understand what you're saying."

These two were very vigilant.

Fang Che laughed: "Quite cautious, alright then, keep watching."

Nodding slightly, he turned and left without reluctance.

He quickly left the crowd, heading far away, his footsteps brisk, instantly covering dozens of yards, and was about to turn the corner.

The two youths exchanged a look, both feeling conflicted.

This situation...

But seeing the figure almost gone, they hurried after him.

How did he recognize us? This is strange.

Is the Si Family really that formidable?

"Brother, brother, please wait."

But Fang Che merely turned his head, smiled, waved his hand, and turned into another path.

Seeing this, the two quickened their steps even more to follow.

Apparently, it wasn't a lie.

Someone even more cautious than us.

Fang Che walked gracefully along the avenue, hearing the sound of clothes fluttering behind him, as the two chased after: "Brother..."

Finally, he turned and stopped, looking helpless: "You two, we all need to conceal our identities, isn't it better to part ways here? Why chase after..."

The two apologized profusely: "It was our fault, we overthought, haha, forgive us, Brother Si."

"It's normal to overthink."

Fang Che spoke quietly as he walked forward: "It's only been a short time, and several have died, being cautious doesn't hurt."

The two quickly caught up with him, nodding consecutively: "Indeed, Brother Si, I am Lu Zijia, may I ask which branch of the Si Family you belong to?"

Fang Che replied modestly: "Just coming under the Si Family's name for this is embarrassing enough, my brothers, let's not dig too deep."

The two laughed heartily, showing understanding eyes.

Fang Che sighed and said: "Let's find a place to talk. Those three unlucky ones must have had a fit; otherwise, they wouldn't have been killed so quickly. This place is dangerous."

"Good!"

The two had this intention.

So the three, in sync, turned their heads step by step, seemingly fearful, curious, and discussing, walked far away...

Moments later.

Fang Che darted off like a ghostly illusion.

Carrying a bag in his hand.

Blood dripping down...

Finally.

"Tang Zheng! Go, record my merit!"

Fang Che arrived near the Guardian Hall, naturally resuming his original appearance, very enthusiastically: "Got another two, the bodies are over there... let them verify."

"..."

Tang Zheng was dumbfounded.

You treat it like selling cabbages?

A moment gone, and you bring back a pair of heads, to record merit. The people from the Merit Department immediately sent two to verify the location Fang Che mentioned.

Zhao Ying'er, looking exhausted, walked in from outside, and upon seeing Fang Che, she immediately bloomed with a sweet smile.

"Why are you back so soon?"

Zhao Ying'er asked.

"I returned to report my merits after killing people." Fang Che laughed.

"..." Zhao Ying'er got a little nervous: "Are you not hurt?"

"How's that possible." Fang Che laughed: "These little demons, how could they hurt me."

"Be careful."

Zhao Ying'er said worriedly and then lowered her voice: "Today alone, our hall lost four people."

Fang Che sighed: "This is just the beginning, those impatient little demons will act frequently, and these people actually give us benefits. As for those who are cautious, they'll settle down. After these first few days, the real contest begins."

"Yes." Zhao Ying'er's face showed worry: "Once they establish themselves here, it'll be even harder to find them. But they can still cause destruction anytime..."

Just then, someone rushed in: "The Baiyun State Inn has new outsiders, information is beginning to be compiled."

Immediately, many went to help.

Fang Che did not go over.

He requested the records room.

"I want to see the locations of the sub-branches of the major Demon Sects we've destroyed before."

...

In the afternoon.

Fang Che wandered leisurely in the street again, sometimes feeling somewhat confident, he'd secretly approach.

"...which family?"

He was called a madman eight times that afternoon.

Up ahead were two youths with packs...

Fang Che naturally approached, as usual, in a calm manner, with a somewhat superior tone.

He quietly asked the two youths: "…which family?"

The two youths exchanged a glance and smiled interestingly: "From Baiyun Martial Academy, Fang Xiaohua, nice to meet you."

Fang Che covered his face and left.

Damn, ran into senior students from fifth grade...

Truly embarrassing.

...

After several attempts, he finally abandoned this once effective approach.

Perhaps among the ten or so groups of people he investigated, there were members of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, possibly more than one.

But the problem was their disguise was perfect, without exposing any flaws.

Fang Che couldn't do anything about it.

So he began training the Five Spirits Gu: If you can't even tell your own kind apart! What's the use!

The Five Spirits Gu resigned itself.

It even slowly started treating this as a form of exercise, and as soon as Fang Che began training, the Five Spirits Gu actually started cooperating...

...

"Another day has passed."

Afternoon.

Behind Fang Che's seat in the Steward Hall, Ren Chang's grizzled beard wobbled as he exhaled deeply.

And he wasn't on duty that night.

This old steward named Ren Chang used to say this sentence every day when he finished his shift: "Another day has passed."

Back then, it was during regular times.

The tone of this sentence was filled with the relief of being off-duty: now's the time to rest, drink, and enjoy life.

But these past few days, the tone was entirely different.

It carried a sense of having survived a catastrophe.

It gave a feeling of 'living another day' with gratitude.

He stood up and walked out easily, greeting people along the way.

When he passed by Fang Che, he laughed heartily: "Steward Fang, aren't you off-duty yet?"

"I'm about to leave."

"Then get going."

Ren Chang was over sixty, and it was said that back in the day when he practiced, he went astray and never advanced beyond the Marshal Level, always staying at the Ninth Grade General Level.

Although a Martial Artist, over the years, as reality tempered his mindset, his hair had long turned grizzled.

His cultivation seemed to have no effect on him.

His peers who had high cultivation, some even looked like they were in their twenties now.

In the entire Steward Hall, Ren Chang appeared the oldest.

Fang Che smiled, secretly calculating his merit points.

Well, an additional five hundred.

Originally four thousand nine, now it's five thousand four hundred merit points!

Not bad.

He stood up and walked out with Ren Chang.

Those who stayed behind for night duty looked enviously. For them, if nothing happened that night, it was alright; but if something did, it could mean life or death!

Outside the gate, they wished each other well, then went separate ways.

Ren Chang squinted, watching Fang Che's back, chuckled, and said: "Steward Fang."

Fang Che turned around: "Senior Ren?"

Ren Chang smiled and softly said: "When the flower can be plucked, don't leave regrets."

Fang Che was silent for a moment: "Thank you for the reminder, senior."

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