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*Thud!* Li Xiaoyao pierced a large hole in Valon's chest with his sword. "Want a talisman now? Dream on!"

Guan Zhen looked at Li Xiaoyao, who coughed awkwardly, "Well, how about we throw his body into the fire and burn it, and while we're at it, bring the Pangu Box from Tibet to our side? What do you guys think?"

Guan Zhen: "I'll listen to you."

Dad: "Jackie Chan, Tru, we still have classical Chinese texts to translate. Are you just standing here slacking off?!"

Zhao Ling'er: "Brother Xiaoyao, I..."

"Ling'er, there are still things to do at school. You should go back and take care of them first," Li Xiaoyao interrupted Zhao Ling'er.

Chapter 166 Decision Regarding the Handling of Li Xiaoyao (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The staff had just locked the door of the crematorium when soldiers called them away.

Immediately afterwards, a Shadow Legion soldier emerged from the ground and opened the furnace door.

Valon crawled out of the raging flames. For a demon, the temperature was like taking a bath, causing no harm whatsoever, even for a host body possessed only by a soul.

"This Li Xiaoyao is outrageous. He attacks without warning and doesn't give us any time to react." Valon said as he took off his clothes and threw them into the flames.

After all, if it burned down to the point where there wasn't even a speck of ash left, it would scare the person tending the fire to death.

After throwing away the clothes, Valon pondered for a moment, thinking that the amount might not be enough. As he was thinking, he looked at the shadowy soldier next to him.

"You! Go in!" Valon shouted, pointing at the crematorium.

The shadowy soldier paused for a moment. Me?

Then, under Valon's watchful gaze, the shadowy soldier reluctantly crawled inside. He had to do all the dirty and hard work, and now he even had to sacrifice himself just to collect some ashes. Why couldn't he find a better master? He could accept even a little girl.

Bang!

A few seconds later, a loud explosion rang out, the crematorium shook, and the shadowy soldiers inside were blown to smithereens and disappeared.

The staff noticed something was wrong and quickly ran back, put on heat-resistant gloves, opened the furnace door, and peered inside through the raging flames. Good heavens, it burned up pretty fast! There were only some ashes left!

At this moment, Valon slowly walked out of the place without making a sound.

He didn't want to get into conflicts with ordinary people, otherwise the tacit understanding between him and Li Xiaoyao and the others would be broken.

After all, he wouldn't believe that Li Xiaoyao didn't agree with him after burning the corpse of the Fire Demon with ordinary flames. Also, note what Li Xiaoyao said: "Don't think about the talisman now." In other words, he meant that the matter of the talisman would be discussed later. It was as if Li Xiaoyao was suppressing the talisman and would decide whether to give it to him based on the Holy Lord's future behavior.

Meanwhile, in Old Man's antique shop, Old Man printed out several explanatory sheets, signed his name with a pen, and walked up to Jackie Chan and Tru.

"Jackie Chan, Tru, stop what you're doing and sign this!" the old man said, placing the instruction sheet in front of them.

After much thought, the old man felt that Li Xiaoyao shouldn't have to shoulder this responsibility alone. After all, no one had objections at the time. People should be reasonable and not follow the devil's example. That would be learning nothing good.

Jackie Chan glanced at the instructions, laughed, and kicked the trash can at his feet into it, where there were several discarded drafts. "Dad, this is really well written."

"As I told you, I'm both scholarly and martial." The old man said, raising one finger. "There's one more thing. Hurry up and sign this. I need to send it to the higher-ups. Do you have any objections to the assignment of responsibilities and the description of events in the explanation form?"

"No, no, it's fine." Jackie Chan quickly wrote down his name.

Tru didn't hesitate. He wrote the name in both Chinese and English, and then thought about it and wrote it again in ancient runic language. He did it very openly!

On the other hand, after a short meeting with the leaders and senior leaders, Guan Zhen, just like his father, wrote an explanation, explaining the matter clearly in official language. Some responsibilities can be evaded, and less work means fewer mistakes; some responsibilities cannot be evaded, and this is their sense of responsibility.

Almost simultaneously, Li Xiaoyao also wrote his own explanation and apology, and sent them directly to his superiors. Zhao Ling'er pouted the whole time, as Li Xiaoyao simply didn't want her to participate in the allocation of responsibility.

"Alright, Ling'er, we need to focus on the bigger picture. Even if I get punished, you can still take charge, right? That way, we won't have to send someone else to be the principal," Li Xiaoyao comforted her.

"Besides, nothing serious should happen. There won't be any casualties. At most, it will be the same as what happened to Mage Blaze at the Clock Tower: a fine and confinement."

"You just look down on me!" Zhao Ling'er stared at Li Xiaoyao. "There are so many people who could take over the job, why did you choose me? I'm not listening to you! Unless you let me add your name, I won't talk to you for five minutes!"

Just as Li Xiaoyao was about to continue speaking, the reply from above arrived. The decision came rather quickly, as if it had already been written and was just waiting for him to admit his mistake.

Skipping over a long string of polite words and repeated descriptions of the events, Li Xiaoyao went straight to the last few lines.

"Following the organization's deliberations and under the Heavenly Emperor's instructions, we have imposed strict punishments on the legendary swordsman, Li Xiaoyao of Shushan. The specific punishments are as follows: he is removed from his position as principal of Huaxia Vocational Technical School and from his position as head of the Shushan Sect. He is prohibited from leaving China for ten years without being conscripted. In addition, in response to the consequences of this incident, the following additional labor penalties are imposed:"

The legendary swordsman, Li Xiaoyao of Shushan, is appointed as the acting principal of Huaxia Vocational Technical School. His salary will be zero until his punishment is lifted. He is also appointed as the acting head of the Shushan Sect. His salary will be zero until his punishment is lifted, and he will be subject to a penalty of 10000 units of energy.

"Finally, the Sword Immortal Li Xiaoyao is tasked with handling the aftermath of this incident to prevent any casualties. This is the final decision—Heavenly Emperor."

Li Xiaoyao breathed a sigh of relief. It was good; the change of leadership was even better than he had hoped, with Zhao Ling'er taking over as principal. "See? The higher-ups are quite understanding."

Zhao Ling'er accepted the decision and breathed a sigh of relief, but her brows furrowed as she read the final decision. "But what about the penalty of 10,000 units of energy? Maybe I should borrow some from my mom and grandma."

"No, no, no!" Li Xiaoyao quickly stopped Zhao Ling'er. He realized that Ling'er was really spoiled at home, which led her to always talk to her parents first when something happened. How could he involve his mother-in-law and the others in this? It was inappropriate.

"Take a look at the description of the sealed space first. The energy obtained from reclaiming the sealed space, minus the penalty of 10,000, is exactly my salary for the past ten years. It may be a little less, but it's normal to have a discount since it's paid out in one lump sum."

"That's good, Brother Xiaoyao, you're alright now." Zhao Ling'er jumped onto Li Xiaoyao and said with a smile. She had thought the punishment would be more serious and severe.

Her thinking wasn't wrong. If this matter were handed over to the disciplinary department, it would indeed be quite serious, and Li Xiaoyao might even be directly held accountable. However, the Heavenly Emperor issued the handling opinion first, so the disciplinary department had no choice but to make some minor revisions and change some unimportant sentences before issuing it.

"Alright, alright, we still have things to do. Let's keep an eye on Shen Du. If he does anything else, we need to stop him immediately. If there are any further problems, the decision-making process won't be so simple," Li Xiaoyao said, patting Zhao Ling'er's hand.

"Well, before that, let me send this to Professor Cheng and Secretary Guan. It explains everything, and they've also submitted a written report to explain," Zhao Ling'er said with a smile. Her good deed hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Hmm, let's also write an offer letter to Bruce Banner so he can learn while working. He can also share some knowledge about the mortal world with us, so we can all learn from each other," Li Xiaoyao said, thinking of the big green guy.

Chapter 167 The Holy Lord Who Values ​​Love and Righteousness?

On the vast ocean, a team of soldiers escorted a box toward Hong Kong, perhaps the most bizarre yet easiest escort mission they had ever undertaken.

After all, normally when escorting goods, there should be at least two people staying by the goods to prevent accidents and to prevent internal spies. But this time, the goods were left alone in the room, and were placed directly on the table as if they were afraid that others would not notice them, as if they were waiting for someone to come and get them.

The captain kept his leader's instructions in mind and led his soldiers to slack off, only checking on the goods being transported every half hour. Finally, just before the ship was about to dock, the goods disappeared into thin air.

Inside the hotel, Valon tossed the box onto the bed, his entire palm severely burned. Shendu's soul was dazed, and he had a headache from the righteous magic in the Pangu Box, but thankfully, he still managed to bring the item back safely.

Only with this thing can we have a chance to release the demons sealed in the space.

"Is this the thing?" Mephisto asked, stepping out from the side door and looking at the Pangu Box on the bed.

The Holy Lord returned to his body and nodded repeatedly. That's right, he had surrendered to Mephisto again, and of course, Mephisto had taken his true name—Goddu—and placed several restrictions on his body.

"My lord, this is it. The Pangu Box contains the sealing locations of my brothers and sisters. Please help me." The Holy Lord said, squatting down beside Mephisto with an extremely humble posture.

Mephisto nodded, waved his hand, and tried to summon the Pangu Box, but when he applied his power, it was directly countered by the righteous magic and had no effect whatsoever.

This situation actually made Mephisto somewhat believe the Holy Lord's words. If there were no difficulties, these native demons wouldn't have come to him for help, let alone surrender to him.

So he picked up the Pangu Box with his right hand. Instantly, Mephisto felt his soul being impacted. The impact was quite strong, but he could withstand it without much trouble.

“Well, how about you come back to Hell with me? They won’t save you then,” Mephisto suddenly said.

With a thud, the Holy Lord knelt down. "My lord, my brothers and I are like brothers, our bond spanning thousands of years. Please have mercy and save them!"

The Holy Lord spoke with tears streaming down his face, his large tears falling directly to the ground and creating small craters.

Mephisto was a little surprised. There really were demons with good relationships? That was quite rare in Hell. But this world was very magical. There were demons who longed for the Holy Light, and naturally there were also loyal and trustworthy demons. These kinds of demons would be easier to use after bestowing favors.

“Well, since you put it that way, I will keep my promise and release them. But how about we go and get your talisman back first?” Mephisto asked, looking at the Holy Lord as he continued testing.

"My lord, my affairs are not important! The thought of my brothers still trapped in that cruel sealed space keeps me awake at night!" The Holy Lord continued to weep, his tears flowing like a waterfall, as if he were suffering in place of his brothers and sisters.

Mephisto paused for a moment, then forcefully crushed the outer shell of the Pangu Box, activating its mechanism with his magic. After a series of rotations and combinations, a projection shot out from the box.

"Where is this?" Mephisto asked, frowning.

"This is the Hollow Valley Correctional Institution in the Black Forest of Hansgrove (Germany)," Valon said in a low voice. As long as you have enough money, even criminals can live well in this correctional institution, which is why he knows about it. He is now frantically saving money, hoping to use his connections to retire in this correctional institution after he is caught.

Mephisto looked at Valon. This human was still somewhat useful. It seemed that the Holy Lord had a reason for keeping him around.

"Let's go." Mephisto used the laws of hell to construct a sealing circle, placing the Pangu Box inside. He allowed the Pangu Box to release its energy freely. Without any follow-up support, Mephisto didn't need to worry about the treasure breaking through the defense.

In the Hanstig Black Forest Valley Correctional Institution, some prisoners are working, while others are lounging in the sun. This is the most hawkish prison in the country, a purely private prison. Like many industries controlled by capital, as long as you have money, the service here can be incredibly high-end, even better than that of a hotel.

With a clang, the prison gates opened, and Valon, dressed in prison clothes, walked in. Mephisto and Shendu didn't want to cause any more trouble, so Valon, who already had a legitimate criminal record, became the best choice.

"Go to the place with the most water here. My second brother doesn't like water, so the sealing location will automatically move to the place he dislikes the most." The voice of the Holy Lord echoed in Valon's mind.

Valon nodded to indicate that he understood, and then bumped into the prison guard chief as he walked alone with him. This section of the road was specially designed to give prisoners and the prison guard chief a chance to be alone.

Just as the prison guard chief was about to pull out his baton to teach the guy a lesson, he noticed something extra in his pocket. He reached in and touched it; it felt like banknotes.

He's only just arrived, but Valon is already very quick. It seems he's done his research beforehand; he's either a newbie or easy to manage.

"Ahem." The prison guard chief coughed twice, his attitude immediately softening considerably. "We usually practice labor reform. What kind of work are you good at outside?"

"To do laundry," Valon said readily. "You should have a washing machine here, right?"

"The washing machines are usually in the laundry room, which is a good place for rehabilitation. Many prisoners have redeemed themselves there," the prison guard chief said as he opened his pocket.

The meaning is clear: you have to pay extra to go there.

Valon felt a pang of heartache; this was all money he had painstakingly earned through smuggling. But now his life was in someone else's hands. Ah, all he could say was that money was just an external thing.

Valon nudged the head guard again, and after confirming that the second batch of money was even thicker, the head guard closed his pocket with satisfaction and called out to one of the guards, "You! Take him to the laundry room!"

On the way to the laundry room, Valon used the same trick again, slipping him some money. After the prison guard touched it, he immediately led him in a different direction and then very kindly introduced him to the prisoners in the prison who were not to be trifled with.

Valon nodded and bowed, not really caring. The Holy Lord and the others didn't want to make a big fuss and didn't want to attract more people from China, but that didn't mean anyone could bully him. Anyone who hindered the search for the seal location would commit suicide very readily.

Chapter 168 The Arrogant Mephisto

Late at night, the Pangu Box was brought in from the outside by the Shadow Legion in a relay, and then directly plugged into the start button of a washing machine.

Without any interference, the spatial folds in this place were so obvious that they could not escape Mephisto's perception.

A sealed door, green on all sides and blood red in the center, opened in front of Valon, and Howling Wind, which looked like a giant frog, eagerly crawled out of the sealed door.

"Second Brother! Congratulations on leaving that terrifying world!" Shendu took over Valon's body and shouted to Xiaofeng.

"You did well this time and deserve a reward. I will give you a great reward after I restore my kingdom!" Xiaofeng acted extremely arrogantly. After all, if every demon were brotherly and respectful, then the name "demon" would be a great injustice to them.

"Second Brother! Let's leave first, without disturbing the humans here and causing even greater trouble!" the Holy Lord advised.

With a whoosh, Xiaofeng drew air into his air sac, staring at the Holy Lord with bloodshot eyes, and then suddenly blasted out all the compressed air.

"Trouble?! I am the biggest trouble in the world! You've been terrified of humanity since we last met, God Capital!"

"Second Brother! Let me explain..." the Holy Lord weakly protested, his entire body being pushed backward by the gale, unable to even stand still.

"Useless." Mephisto cursed, though it was unclear who he was referring to. Then, Valon's body began to weave through the wind like a fish.

With a swish, several whips bound Xiaofeng, then tightened sharply, compressing the enormous Xiaofeng into the size of a palm. Mephisto waved his hand, trapping Xiaofeng in a dimensional space.