Left-handed immortality begins with the Demon Suppression Division

Chapter 95 Leading the Yellow Cat on the Left

Outside the window

The already dim moonlight was now almost completely obscured, and even the rustling shadows of the trees stopped moving.

The hall, illuminated only by the faint firelight, was instantly shrouded in darkness... An inexplicable chill, accompanied by a cold wind, swept directly towards everyone inside.

'Buzz...'

Cuo Jin trembled violently, and the crimson-gold blade emitted a dazzling light. Seeing this, Fang Hongxuan couldn't help but turn his gaze outside.

Countless signs of varying sizes appeared, forming dense patches of light under the glow of the dim light.

Just as Zhang Laosi was getting into the conversation, he was like an old duck with its neck caught in a rope, unable to utter another word no matter what.

Zhang Wangshi's fluctuating mood almost made her faint. She subconsciously leaned on Zhang Laosi's arm. The old couple were both trembling, their lips quivering, and dared not speak.

'Snap...'

Daoyuan held the tinderbox and relit the oil lamp. In the dim light, the faces of the animals could almost be seen through the gaps and squeezed into the door frame.

Fang Hongxuan sighed softly, then picked up his sword and rushed out the door.

But the dark, swirling light spots vanished like birds and beasts, leaving only the weasel bowing at the door!

'Squeak...'

The door was blown open by a strong wind, and the sharp, yin energy made Fang Hongxuan's robes flutter and even his long black hair was blown about.

"I am willing to serve by the side of the immortal, just so that when the immortal reaches the summit, he may ask me for a title. If you do not believe my sincerity, the immortal may test me."

Its scarlet eyes scrutinized the yellow weasel, which was no more than three feet long, while the faint, lurking bloodlust in its heart gradually solidified.

The weasel, already trembling, was so frightened that it lay prostrate on the ground, exposing its softest part—its belly—as a sign of friendliness.

"Then I'll hang myself on the spot..."

The weasel was taken aback at first, then an expression of disbelief appeared on its face. It looked at Fang Hongxuan several times to confirm, but Fang Hongxuan remained unmoved, staring intently at its fat belly.

The weasel's face hardened, and it used both legs to take a rope from the basket next to it and tightly tied it around its neck, then it was about to hang itself on the spot.

Fang Hongxuan simply watched coldly, his sword, Tsui Jin, unconsciously retracting into its sheath. He was curious to see what other tricks this weasel could pull.

If he really hanged himself on the spot, it would only be the loss of an insignificant road beast, and what would it have to do with him?

The rope tightened, and the weasel in mid-air squeaked and cried out. Even its legs were struggling, and it seemed it was about to die on the spot.

Daoyuan ran straight to the persimmon tree in front of the courtyard and untied the rope. The weasel, after breaking free, refused to leave, but remained kneeling on the ground, waiting for Fang Hongxuan's judgment.

"Amitabha Buddha, this beast came with a devout heart. Moreover, it is exceptionally intelligent; we must not allow it to hang itself..."

Fang Hongxuan remained silent, only staring intently at the novice monk. Daoyuan, however, met his gaze with neither arrogance nor servility, as if he wanted to protect the novice, which caused Fang Hongxuan to change his mind.

After a while, Fang Hongxuan finally looked away and re-examined the fluffy, spotless yellow weasel.

Why are you so persistent in following this person...?

"Because the resentment and evil aura emanating from the Immortal is the purest and most intense, the evil spirits I have ever seen are like fireflies compared to the bright moon... By serving the Immortal, I will surely ascend to immortality and become one of the legendary Five Immortals!"

"....."

"....."

'Clang'

The sword was drawn, its sharp, cold light resembling a soul-snatching hook.

This made the weasel, which had been somewhat delighted, tremble even more. It kowtowed repeatedly, pleading for mercy in a flattering manner.

"Ahem... let's be frank..."

Li Baozi's Daoist connections were also inexplicably embarrassing, so he quickly interrupted Huangpizi's words, signaling with his eyes to focus on the key points.

Fang Hongxuan's patience was dwindling. If it had been before the patrol, it wouldn't have been so bad, but now, influenced by his zombie state, he was becoming increasingly bloodthirsty and manic.

Just as the blade was about to touch the weasel's neck, its rapid-fire words made Fang Hongxuan stop.

"This humble fairy has long been targeted by the Goddess of Fertility in Wugu Town. If it weren't for the fact that you, Immortal, were passing by tonight, I would probably already be serving by her side, never to rise again."

It seemed to stir up Fang Hongxuan's memories, and those fleeting images floated through his mind like a revolving lantern.

The Goddess of Fertility's almond-shaped eyes grew larger and larger, until they permeated all the fragmented memories.

As the Immovable Wrathful King behind him gradually took shape and opened his eyes, the strange yet serene face in Fang Hongxuan's mind slowly faded away.

Fang Hongxuan let out a long breath, finally suppressing his inner anxiety.

If Fang Hongxuan were here alone, he would have to find the Demon Suppression Division here, just as Daoyuan said, and report the situation here.

But don't forget, Fang Hongxuan also has a Hutuktu from the Secret Realm by his side!

"No matter what, when Daoyuan is in danger, that Hutuktu would never stand idly by. There's no reason for him to be afraid of such evil spirits..."

If I abandon this place, wouldn't I be watching helplessly as the people here suffer...?

This was not due to Fang Hongxuan's saintly heart, but rather his fulfillment of his duties in his position.

If a demon-slaying captain is as timid and cowardly as an ordinary citizen, then the entire Wansheng Dynasty is doomed.

Having gradually regained his composure, Fang Hongxuan shifted the topic to the water buffalo in Zhang Laosi's cowshed.

"Is it like you?"

"That stupid ox is the same, but it has never had any intention of harming its owner..."

Huang Pizi's words seemed to be laced with barbs, but Fang Hongxuan didn't take them to heart.

"Do you know what would happen if its owner said it resembled a human? That family's luck would be completely drained, until they had no descendants..."

"Although the ox will do its best to protect the owner during the process, ensuring that all the gold, silver, and valuables are taken, this is also something that the family has earned through good fortune."

"If it is said to resemble an ox, it will harbor resentment and cling to its owner until its death."

"Do you think this kind of request for an official title conforms to normal standards?"

Although such unusual cases are not numerous, the Demon Suppression Division has recorded three to five examples. Fang Hongxuan happened to have read this note, which is why he knows it so well.

"Amitabha, this humble monk has another question." Daoyuan abruptly changed the subject.

"Why are there so many monsters here? Encountering even one in ordinary places is already considered extremely rare..."

"I don't know either... I only know that anyone who has lived for six years and is still alive in Shili Village will develop intelligence."

Aside from the time when they were seeking titles, the little fairy seemed to have never heard any other spirits speak human language.

"Although Wugu Town sounds rather mysterious, upon closer inspection, Shili Village is not necessarily simple either."

Tomorrow morning, I will go and find that foolish man who witnessed the goddess bestowing a child...