Chapter 302 - 144: Top-Level Gambit, the Aristocratic Families of Qing Province (2)

Chapter 302: Chapter 144: Top-Level Gambit, the Aristocratic Families of Qing Province (2)

These Demon Kings of Demons could turn the world upside down with a mere stomp of their feet.

And this was only the power of the Demon Alliance; there were also the Evil Cults and Demon Sects!

Their combined strength was in no way inferior to that of the Demon Alliance.

The top-tier titans wouldn’t act rashly; their main role was to serve as a deterrent.

Although actual control of the Southern Border was nearly lost, the facade was at least maintained on the surface.

The Commander of the Nine Provinces of the South Border was that stabilizing pillar!

The main reason the chaos in Qing Province was so severe was that its Commander, that very stabilizing pillar, had been shattered.

Now, Hong Miaojin had taken over the position of this stabilizing pillar, but given her strength, it was impossible for her to act rashly at this time.

The moment Hong Miaojin made a move, there was no doubt that the Demon Saints of the Demon Alliance and the titans of the Demon Sects would retaliate.

Any clean-up operations had to be carried out by those in the lower ranks.

In the game between Martial Saints, making a move was equivalent to flipping the entire table.

Yang Tian was gravely injured, plagued by a deathly aura, with not even a tenth of his original strength remaining. The reason the Demon Saints of the Demon Alliance and the titans of the Demon Sects didn’t dare to finish him off was quite simple.

The Great Jing Dynasty stood behind him!

The Great Jing had merely declined; it had not been destroyed.

A Saint presided over the Court, holding dominion over the central lands!

If they killed a Martial Saint-level Commander, the Great Jing Dynasty would launch an all-out war.

They would seek to annihilate their enemies, even at a terrible cost.

Any being who could reach the Saint Level would naturally understand this principle.

Merely inflicting a grave injury—even if he were to perish from it later—would not cause the Court to flip the table directly.

But to kill him outright would be a completely different matter.

The game played between the Demons and Monsters, the Court, the Demon Sects, the Evil Cults, and the Martial Dao Upper Sects was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Perhaps the Ten Great Martial Dao Upper Sects of the Great Jing were usually autonomous, but if the very foundation of the Dynasty were threatened, they would not sit idly by.

They could allow the Court to continue its decline, but its complete collapse would have a massive impact on the Martial Dao Upper Sects as well.

Unless one side held an absolutely crushing advantage, flipping the table would result in mutual destruction!

For the top-tier titans, this stalemate could only be maintained temporarily.

But for him, it was a different story.

While those below fought and bled, he could pull chestnuts from the fire!

’I could make a move in any of these places... Hmm, better to wait for Hong Miaojin’s arrangements. No need to rush.’

Leaning back in the Grandmaster’s Chair, Fang Xing slowly closed his eyes.

There were many places where he could begin the culling.

For now, he would act according to whatever Hong Miaojin arranged.

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「Demon Suppression Mansion」

「Main Hall」

Fang Xing looked at the six comely maids.

Their height and build were all remarkably similar.

Their faces could also be considered delicate and pretty.

They were dressed in uniform cyan robes.

It was clear that Hong Luan had been very thoughtful in selecting these six servants.

At the very least, the sight of them was pleasing to the eye.

These six servants, all in their late teens, were now his private property.

"Greetings, Master."

The six servants spoke in unison, their voices melodious.

Hong Luan stood to the side, looking at Fang Xing. "My lord, how are they? If you are not satisfied, this subordinate can have them replaced with a new batch."

"These are fine, no need to replace them," Fang Xing said.

Hong Luan nodded lightly, then looked at Fang Xing again. "My lord, would you like to choose one or two to warm your bed?"

"Rest assured, my lord, they are all virgins and will certainly not defile you."

Fang Xing: "..."

As soon as Hong Luan spoke, all six servants looked at him in unison, their eyes filled with anticipation.

After all, to be favored by such a young and handsome lord was a tremendous honor.

It would not be an exaggeration to say it was like ascending to the heavens in a single step.

Glancing at Hong Luan, Fang Xing said flatly, "That won’t be necessary. They will be responsible for daily chores."

"Yes, my lord." Hong Luan nodded and said no more.

She then proceeded to give the six their assignments.

These were matters he didn’t need to concern himself with.

He just needed to make an appearance and let them know who their master was.

Fang Xing would not refuse such arrangements.

He was now a high-ranking official of the Junior Second Grade, after all; he needed to have the status symbols that matched his position.

He wasn’t one to act like a maverick just for the sake of it.

When it was time to cultivate, he would cultivate. When it was time to enjoy life, he would enjoy life!

He worked hard to cultivate and improve himself so that he could enjoy life. To engage in ascetic cultivation, purifying the heart and limiting desires, would make him no different from a monk.

Fang Xing got up and left the main hall, then made his way to a courtyard within the Demon Suppression Mansion.

The weather was pleasant. Standing in the courtyard, Fang Xing reviewed all the Martial Arts he had cultivated.

From the Grapple Hand and Demon Suppression Fist at the very beginning, to the Wind God Step, then the Zongyi Ascension Step, the Red Fire Divine Skill, the Longevity Technique, the Dragon’s Roar Iron Cloth Shirt, the Refining Divine Technique...

The Martial Arts he cultivated ranged from Inner Cultivation Divine Skills to Horizontal Refining Divine Skills, from Top Level Lightweight Skills to Primordial Spirit Secret Techniques.

There were more than ten in total.

He could truly be called a Hexagon Martial Artist!

For anyone else, it would be utterly impossible to achieve such a level of mastery in so many Martial Arts within just a few years.

But with his Comprehension, that of a once-in-an-eon prodigy, none of this was a problem.

As his Cultivation soared, even the lowest-level Demon Suppression Fist could unleash heaven-shaking power in his hands.

His Gang Seed throbbed, and the Innate Celestial Gang Qi swirled around him. A vast power spread out, causing the very air to distort.

He had not slacked off in the days since his breakthrough to the True Gang Realm.

In just a few days, he had completely stabilized his cultivation in the True Gang Realm.

After a simple practice routine in the courtyard, Fang Xing stretched his muscles and bones.

He felt much looser and more comfortable all over.

"My lord, Marshal Wei requests an audience!"

Just as he finished a set of martial exercises, Hong Luan’s voice came from the courtyard entrance.

Fang Xing turned to look at Hong Luan at the entrance.

’Wei Qing... He’s probably here to build a connection.’ The thought flashed through Fang Xing’s mind, and he immediately said, "Please show Lord Wei to the main hall and serve him tea. I will be there shortly."

"Yes!"

Hong Luan nodded and left at once.

Fang Xing stepped out of the courtyard, went to his bedroom to change his clothes, and then headed for the main hall.