Human Clan Defender

Chapter 1319: Chapter 212: Revisiting Old Haunts

"There’s nothing else left to deal with."

Dongfang Zhao smiled faintly.

The present is not what it used to be.

With the current strength of Great Qin, there’s simply no need to think too much.

Follow procedures step by step, do what must be done, and everything else is just minor business.

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"Lin’an City!"

The city walls stretched on ahead. Looking at the seemingly familiar scene before his eyes, Shen Changqing had already recognized the identity of this city.

Lin’an City!

The very first place where he carried out a mission after joining the Demon-Subduing Division.

It was here that he witnessed how terrifying and cruel Demon Evil could be, treating common folk like pigs and dogs, slaughtering them at will.

Ever since that time, Shen Changqing had never again come to Lin’an City.

Now, returning to an old place, his heart couldn’t help but rise with some particular emotions.

Passing through the guards’ inspection without a sound, he had already entered the city.

The noisy cries of hawkers.

Came from both sides of the street into his ears.

The street was still that same street, but the people were no longer the same people.

Several decades of time.

Are enough for things to change and people to be gone.

Shen Changqing walked slowly through the city. Listening to the common folk chatting around him, watching the expressions of the passersby brushing shoulders with him, he could make out the general state of the city.

"It seems Fu Moseng is indeed not bad in his conduct as an official.

Having been in Lin’an City for decades, there aren’t really any widespread grievances; on the contrary, it’s much better than it used to be."

Shen Changqing thought to himself.

From the mixed chatter of the common folk, he could accurately pick out some important information.

And from the mouths of those common folk, he learned that the current County Magistrate was still the same Fu Moseng from back then.

Furthermore—

Although some of the people had quite a bit of complaint about him, most held an attitude of approval. From this alone, one could see whether the current County Magistrate of Lin’an City was truly good or bad.

Thinking thus in his heart.

Shen Changqing continued walking in the city, and before long he arrived in front of the Yamen.

He kept his steps steady and walked straight into the Yamen compound.

As he passed by two Government Officials, neither of them sensed anything at all, as if simply no one had walked past.

This method.

Was Shen Changqing’s way of using space after comprehending the Space Law, able to use the surrounding space to obscure his figure.

In truth, this technique did not have much great effect; any Cultivator with some strength could sense something amiss.

But against ordinary people, or Cultivators below Heaven Being, it was quite advantageous.

After stepping into the Yamen.

He entered the main hall.

At this moment, court was in session inside the Yamen. Sitting in the chief seat was a middle-aged man in official robes, with a grown long beard.

Despite the decades that had passed, Shen Changqing could still recognize the other’s face.

Fu Moseng!

County Magistrate of Lin’an City.

Compared to decades ago, he was only much more mature; there was no great change in his appearance.

On his body, Shen Changqing sensed the fluctuations of True Qi.

"A Great Grandmaster?"

Shen Changqing’s expression showed slight surprise; this man had actually already become a Great Grandmaster.

Thinking it over, he relaxed.

The Martial Institute now covered the world, Martial Arts were no longer the privilege of a small few; anyone of the Human Clan could potentially cultivate Martial Arts. If Fu Moseng truly had decent talent, achieving Great Grandmaster in twenty years was not impossible.

Moving his gaze away from Fu Moseng, Shen Changqing looked at the people below the hall.

The man’s whole body was covered in blood and filth, giving off a stench that made people retch. His internal meridians were snapped, his Dantian shattered; obviously, he had been crippled by violent means.

"In the four hundred and thirteenth year of Great Qin, seventh day of the seventh month, in order to cultivate Evil Cultivation Arts, you performed a blood sacrifice on a whole village of a hundred people. On the twenty-sixth of the same month, you again slaughtered over two hundred people in another village, with extremely cruel methods. Bai Tai, do you confess your crimes?"

Fu Moseng put down the dossier in his hand and shouted sternly.

After his words fell, there was a moment of silence.

Bai Tai’s blood-stained face twisted hideously: "It was clearly you who tortured a confession out of me, yet you falsely accuse me of murder. Unless you bring out solid evidence, even if I die my heart will not submit!"

"Evidence? Not submit?"

Fu Moseng laughed.

Laughed from rage.

His face turned cold, the fury in his eyes as if about to erupt. He flung the dossier right in front of Bai Tai.

"Let me tell you: what I say is evidence. Those over three hundred human lives are evidence. Even if you remain defiant, today you cannot escape death."

Having said that.

Fu Moseng looked to both sides and shouted coldly: "Men!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Drag him down and lock him up. Tomorrow at noon, behead him."

"Your subordinate obeys!"

Two Government Officials stepped out, directly hoisted Bai Tai up and dragged him outside.

This sudden turn of events made Bai Tai’s expression change drastically, and he roared madly: "You have no evidence, you cannot kill me... I’ll file a complaint against you, I refuse to accept this..."

Yet no matter how he struggled and howled, there was nothing he could do; he could only be dragged away by the two Government Officials, his voice gradually fading.

No one remained below the hall.

Fu Moseng slapped the Court Gavel: "Court adjourned!"

Then he rose, preparing to leave.

Just as he was leaving, his eyes couldn’t help but glance toward a certain direction inside the main hall. A flicker of doubt flashed across his face, then he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

"Perhaps I’m just too tired!"

So thought Fu Moseng.

Just now.

He seemed to feel as if someone was standing in the main hall, yet with his naked eyes he couldn’t see the slightest trace.

In such a situation, there was only the explanation of an illusion.

"What keen senses!"

On one side of the main hall, Shen Changqing noticed Fu Moseng’s gaze, and his expression shifted slightly.

A Great Grandmaster who could sense a hint of abnormality—judging from perception alone, he was quite formidable.

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