Fang Che is rushing towards the outskirts of the city.

He needs to go to Phoenix Slope outside the city to bury those poor beauties.

This place was personally selected by Fang Che.

According to ancient legends, a Phoenix was once nurtured and grew here. It is said that later, even after being heavily injured, the Phoenix had to rely on the power of its birthplace to complete its Nirvana Rebirth, and fly away with its wings spread wide.

It became the legendary Phoenix Immortal.

And the Southeastern Seven Continents are said to have been formed by the seven water veins left after the Phoenix’s Nirvana.

Later, because the Phoenix took the treasures and also drew the fortune, Phoenix Slope is said to have been burned by the Nirvana Fire, causing the vegetation here not to grow lush for countless years.

So now Phoenix Slope is a semi-bald hillside.

Fang Che took the name ’Phoenix Slope’ and the meaning of ’Nirvana Rebirth,’ matched it with the Earth Formation, and chose a gentle slope surrounded by three sides as the burial place for the tragic beauties.

A ’Beauty Tomb’ was built here.

And burial pits were left, so if there are more later, they can also be sent here for burial.

Because Fang Che knows that such poor beauties... truly are countless. In the future, it’s hard to say how many will gather here, and it also counts as them huddling together for warmth.

The location of this Beauty Tomb is embraced by three mountains, overlooking Xiu Shui from afar, with excellent feng shui, but it is far from the city.

Fang Che thought that perhaps these tragic women might not want to rest in a place close to the city and close to the place where they were harmed.

Now, seven days have passed, and the remains have been transported there.

Countless parents who haven’t found their missing daughters are also trailing along, each holding incense candles and paper money.

Although they still hold a glimmer of hope in their hearts, they are also worried that their daughters might be among them.

So many people came to offer incense.

Fang Che sped up his movement technique along the way.

Fearing he’d miss the hour.

Just as he left the city and passed through a forested area, Fang Che suddenly stopped.

He frowned.

A faint voice echoed from the mountain peak: "Captain Fang is indeed talented, with deep martial arts understanding, yet he can sense our ambush. Impressive!"

Fang Che sighed inwardly.

It’s always when you’re in a rush to do something that unexpected events occur.

He took a deep breath.

A dry, steady hand gripped the sword hilt, and he said plainly: "So there’s indeed revenge. Will you come out by yourselves, or should I guess?"

"Can Inspector Fang guess?"

A hoarse laugh rang out, and six black shadows floated forward like ghosts from the forest.

They were clothed in black and masked.

From head to toe, covered in black cloth.

Only leaving a pair of eyes filled with hatred visible.

"Righteous and stern Captain Fang, fair and impartial Inspector Fang! A pleasure to meet you!"

The speaker deliberately altered their voice.

But the deep-seated hatred was clear as day.

Fang Che stood firm as a mountain, a derisive smile appearing in his eyes: "Hiding and not daring to show your face! You dare to kill, yet don’t dare show yourself! Are you all Guardians?! Do you deserve that title?!"

The leader smiled lightly: "Since Inspector Fang thinks we’re Guardians, then we can be."

Fang Che sneered: "What, trying to pin it on the Demon Sect? Are you all pig brains? If the Demon Sect wanted to kill me, would they need to wear masks? Cowardly wretches, gutter rats, deserve to die!"

"Masked, fearing I’ll recognize you. Altered voice, fearing I’ll hear you. You all are acquaintances indeed!"

Fang Che’s cold gaze fixed on the six: "If you won’t admit, just make a move. Killing you all and then raiding your homes won’t take too long!"

The six people laughed sinisterly: "Inspector Fang is indeed clever, such a pity you were destined for greatness, but today you will die here. Such a shame!"

Fang Che laughed coldly, abandoning the Sword Drawing Style, unsheathing his sword directly, its cold light flashing as he held it.

The six seem very familiar with his strength.

None of the six are Emperor Levels, all are Monarch Level!

It seems they are well aware of his combat achievements in the Captain contest.

Fang Che quickly calculated in his mind: They know my combat power, that First and Second Grade Monarchs can’t defeat me, so if these six have come, they are at least Third Grade or above.

Considering the worst-case scenario, if the lowest is Fourth or Fifth Grade Monarch, then the others must be Sixth or Seventh Grade. And the leader must be the one with the highest cultivation.

Yet the highest among them doesn’t exert that Elder level pressure...

Which means the highest is only Ninth Grade Monarch Level.

Thus, for the assassination to be secure, they would not dispatch a Fourth or Fifth Grade Monarch with Second and Third Grade Monarchs.

But they absolutely wouldn’t all be high-grade, because then the leader wouldn’t possess such authority.

When the leader spoke, others wanted to speak but immediately silenced.

Seeing the leader’s very meek eyes—so there is quite the disparity in cultivation!

A large difference in status as well.

These thoughts seem slow speaking but in Fang Che’s mind, they flashed rapidly, and he understood completely.

He immediately realized that to break the situation perfectly, he must use the Netherworld.

That’s his strongest trump card. As King Level, he could use the Netherworld to kill Monarch Level Mr. Shang.

Now he’s Third Grade Emperor Level!

However, use it only if unavoidable, as Fang Che is uncertain whether there are more enemies lurking.

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