Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

He staggered and recklessly lunged at Ji Fanghua, leaving his back wide open and completely undefended.

Li Yuan stared at him coldly, without moving.

Just as his hand was about to touch the photographic stone in Ji Fanghua's hand, a smug smile appeared on Zhang Ping's lips.

"Bang!"

An unexpected event occurred; he missed his target, and Ji Fanghua's figure suddenly became illusory, dissipating like smoke.

Zhang Ping froze, staring at his hand in disbelief. Before he could even understand what was happening, a dark spatial blade was already pressed against his throat.

"You think you can pull any tricks on me?" Ji Fanghua's voice was filled with murderous intent.

She may not be the strongest in terms of combat power among those of the same level, but she is definitely the fastest.

Zhang Ping opened his mouth, then collapsed to the ground in despair.

Ji Fanghua sheathed her sword and gestured to Wu Yu, "Tie him up."

"Alright."

Wu Yu immediately stepped forward and quickly tied him up securely. Zhao Hu had already tied up Du Sheng as well. Du Sheng kept his head down and did not resist at all, letting Wu Yu do as he pleased.

Du Sheng's face turned ashen, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "You win."

"No." Li Yuan's gaze was sharp. "You have forgotten your identity and betrayed the duty of a demon-hunting guard."

He turned to his subordinates and said, "Keep an eye on them. I'm going to the Anxi army's garrison."

"Brother Li." Upon hearing this, Wu Yu immediately became eager to try. "I've disliked this guy for a long time. Today, let's raid his lair."

This guy, who always loved watching the drama unfold, immediately had his eyes light up.

"Let's go, let's go together."

Li Yuan turned around and saw everyone looking at him expectantly, so he waved.

He flicked the reins, spurred his horse, and galloped away, with Xu Sheng and the others following closely behind.

The Anxi Army's garrison was located thirty li west of Suzhou City. The camp was surrounded by thick wooden stakes, with arrow towers at the four corners.

As soon as Li Yuan and his party arrived at the gate of the military camp, the sentry on the watchtower shouted sternly, "Halt!"

"Military camp, restricted area. Stop at this time!"

"Get Wu Yong out here and see me!"

Li Yuan completely ignored them, letting out a long howl that echoed throughout the entire military camp, and everyone heard it.

"Guards! Enemy attack!"

The sentry was terrified and hurriedly raised the alarm. The camp was thrown into chaos as sharp whistles came from all directions and soldiers rushed out.

Before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea is up, the camp gates swung open, and a torrent of steel soldiers emerged, forming square formations, their sharp spear tips aimed at Li Yuan and his group.

Li Yuan reined in his horse and stopped, coldly observing everything, unmoved as a mountain.

The first person to appear was a burly middle-aged man. When he saw that it was Li Yuan, he was taken aback for a moment, and then put on a fake smile.

"So it's Inspector Li! It's a misunderstanding. Please come in and have a seat."

This man is Wu Yong's deputy general, named Wang Yan. He was the one who received Li Yuan when he came to the military camp.

Li Yuan snorted coldly: "Looks like your general is home this time?"

"Haha, Lord Li, you flatter us. Our general just returned."

Wang Yan chuckled, guessing that he already knew about the problem with the supplies, which was why he was so angry.

"lead the way."

Li Yuan dismounted, casually handed the reins to Wu Yu, and strode into the military camp.

In front of the central command tent stood two rows of fully armed guards, each staring at Li Yuan with hostile eyes and a menacing aura.

Li Yuan ignored it and walked into the tent with his head held high.

Inside the tent, a rugged-looking middle-aged general sat behind a desk, slowly sipping a cup of hot tea.

Upon seeing Li Yuan enter, he immediately put down his teacup and said with a feigned smile, "Oh my, this must be Inspector Li! You're quite the young man, please have a seat!"

Li Yuan stopped and looked at him coldly: "General Wu, I've come today to ask you about something."

Wu Yong's smile froze slightly: "Oh? What is it? Inspector Li, please speak freely."

"Did you know that a convoy transporting supplies was attacked in the Devil City last night?"

"Oh, you mean this? I've already received the report."

Wu Yong gave a perfunctory answer.

"Do you know that I caught someone on the spot who was colluding with the demon race? This person is named Zhang Ping, and he is your chief secretary."

Li Yuan's gaze was fixed on him, and Wu Yong's face twitched. A look of shock flashed in his eyes, but he quickly put on an angry expression.

"What? Such a thing? Could it be a misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstand?"

Li Yuan held the photographic stone in his hand, "I've recorded the whole thing. There are witnesses and physical evidence. He said it was all instigated by you, General Wu."

Wu Yong stared at the recording stone, momentarily panicked, and his face darkened.

"Lord Li, you can't say such things lightly. Our Anxi army soldiers guard the frontier and fight bloody battles. How could they collude with the demon race? This person must have been bewitched by the demon race and deliberately framed."

"What a setup!"

Li Yuan looked at him sarcastically, "I took photos of the entire transaction between Du Sheng, Zhang Ping, and the Flame Demon King. General Wu, would you like to hear it for yourself?"

Wu Yong stared intently at him, his expression shifting between light and dark. The atmosphere in the tent changed abruptly, and the personal guards had already gripped their sword hilts, waiting for his command.

"Haha, Lord Li is a smart man."

After a moment of silence, Wu Yong suddenly laughed, "It's just that smart people often don't live long."

"Snapped!"

He slammed down his teacup: "Men! Form ranks!"

A series of rapid footsteps sounded outside the tent, and countless soldiers surged in from all directions, surrounding the central command tent.

What these soldiers were holding in their hands were none other than the Spirit-Breaking Crossbow.

This is a special crossbow designed specifically for cultivators. The arrows are engraved with spirit-piercing talismans, which can penetrate the protective true energy of cultivators. It is a powerful weapon in the army for dealing with high-level cultivators.

With hundreds of Spirit-Breaking Crossbows firing simultaneously, even a cultivator at the Qi Condensation Realm would find it difficult to escape unscathed.

Wu Yong stood up, walked up to Li Yuan, and said with a sinister smile, "Lord Li, do you think you can bring me down with a mere recording stone?"

"Too naive."

"This is Anxi Army territory. With one order from me, you and your men will be riddled with bullets."

"Then, I'll frame you for attacking a military camp and plotting treason. Who can do anything about it then?"

Seeing that Li Yuan remained silent, he laughed even more wildly and stretched out his hand: "As long as you hand over the recording stone, I can pretend that nothing happened."

"You go your way, and I'll go mine, how about that?"

"want to?"

Li Yuan raised an eyebrow and slowly raised the recording stone in his hand.

Wu Yong's smile widened. What kind of genius was he? When he came to his territory, he still had to bow his head.

"Snapped!"

Li Yuan suddenly let go, smashing the recording stone to the ground. The stone shattered and scattered into fragments all over the ground.

Wu Yong's smile froze on his face, not understanding what he was up to.

He had assumed that Li Yuan would succumb to the pressure, obediently hand over the recording stone, and then slink away. He had even prepared his follow-up story—once he got the recording stone, he could turn the tables and accuse Li Yuan of framing an official of the imperial court and colluding with the demon race. Even if Ye Hongyu came in person, she wouldn't be able to protect this arrogant young man.

But to his utter surprise, Li Yuan actually smashed the memory stone.

"Are you crazy?"

Wu Yong's lips twitched, and he looked at him strangely.

Li Yuan casually patted the crumbs off his hands: "Of course I'm not crazy, because this piece is fake."

Wu Yong's expression changed.

"As for the real piece..."