My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me-Chapter 198 - 102: A Propitious Land

The Cultivators of the Longwu Marketplace Law Enforcement Team exchanged glances, intimidated by Peng Menglin’s long-established authority, and hesitated to make a move.

Yang Jing shot them a sideways glance, then took out his Demon Patrol Envoy token and glared at the Law Enforcement Team members present.

"What are you waiting for? Move!"

That command, combined with the three grotesque heads on the ground, was the last straw. The Cultivators of the Law Enforcement Team surged forward and surrounded Peng Menglin.

Peng Menglin’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared death at Yang Jing in the sky.

"Yang Jing! Do you really want to fight me to the bitter end?!"

The pressure from his Foundation Establishment Cultivator aura sent the surrounding Law Enforcement Team members scrambling in terror, wishing their parents had given them two more legs. Their pathetic display drew a roar of laughter from the crowd of Independent Cultivators.

However, Wenshu and the Law Enforcement Team Cultivators who had followed Peng Menglin for years felt no shame. They were well aware of the Market Steward’s Power. He cultivated the Midnight Cold Tide Scripture, one of the finest Cultivation Techniques of the Royal Family.

This Cultivation Technique was immensely powerful. When paired with his Spiritual Ice Fan, the extreme cold wind it generated could freeze a Qi Cultivator into an ice sculpture within moments if they were so much as grazed by it, the frigid poison invading their body.

Of course, they didn’t believe Peng Menglin was a match for the renowned Yang Jing, but they figured it would take Yang Jing at least a few dozen rounds to take him down.

When the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer. A Magical Combat between Foundation Establishment Cultivators was no joke. The slightest aftershock could obliterate them, leaving not even a complete corpse behind.

"The fish will surely die, but the net won’t break."

Yang Jing looked at him and said,

"If you attack me, it will be resisting arrest. I can kill you without facing any blame. I advise you to think clearly before you act."

Peng Menglin looked into Yang Jing’s chilling eyes, and a cold dread seized his heart. But he had reached the point of no return; the arrow was nocked and had to be fired.

He never thought he could defeat Yang Jing. His real plan was to use the confrontation as a chance to escape.

’If I back down now,’ he thought, ’not only will my reputation be ruined, but once I become a prisoner, I’ll be completely at Yang Jing’s mercy. But if I can trade a few blows and then escape, with my status as a Steward of Longwu Marketplace and a member of the Liao Kingdom’s Royal Family, I have plenty of ways to maneuver and clear myself of the accusations Yang Jing has leveled against me.’

At this thought, Peng Menglin activated his Spiritual Ice Fan and swung it with all his might.

The howling, frigid wind coalesced into a flurry of exceptionally sharp wind blades that shrieked toward Yang Jing in the sky.

Yang Jing had already used his Dharma Eye to see the frigid nature of Peng Menglin’s Magical Power and had anticipated his move. With a surge of his own Magical Power, he converted it to the Fire Element, condensing it into a Fire Element Magical Sword.

The Magic Sword plunged downward like a long rainbow, shattering all the wind blades in its path. The extreme cold only managed to dim the sword’s glow ever so slightly.

Peng Menglin’s face fell in utter shock. He couldn’t believe that his most prized Magic had been broken so effortlessly.

Before he could even beg for mercy, the crimson Magic Sword plunged through the crown of his head, cleaving him in two.

The two halves of his body, the wounds seared black, collapsed to the ground. A look of terror was still frozen on his face.

In his final moment, Peng Menglin couldn’t believe that Yang Jing would dare to cut him down—a member of the Royal Family—without a hint of hesitation.

Yang Jing recalled the Magic Sword to his side, letting it dissipate back into Magical Power, which he then reabsorbed into his body.

At that moment, Wenshu, the Law Enforcement Team, and even the onlooking Independent Cultivators found it hard to accept that Peng Menglin had died so easily.

Yang Jing took out a Jade Scroll and shot it into Wenshu’s topknot.

"Within seven days, prepare these Artifacts. I have a great use for them. Also, lock all these prisoners in the dungeons. If there are any mistakes, I will hold you all responsible."

Wenshu flinched in terror. He took the Jade Scroll from his hair and saw that it was a list of common items—banners, Jade Platforms, Peach Wood Swords—with only some specific requirements for their design. He slowly let out a breath of relief.

’The rumors were true,’ he thought. ’Sword Cultivators are ruthless and show no mercy. Not an exaggeration in the slightest.’

’He cut down a high-ranking Royal Family Member like Peng Menglin without a moment’s hesitation. If a nobody like me were to cross him, he’d probably kill me with a flick of his finger.’

The other Law Enforcement Team Cultivators were terrified into submission. They kept a death grip on the captured Yu Family members, placed Restrictions on their Magical Power, and bound them in iron chains.

"Apologies, Elder Yu."

Yu Gongshi, whose spine had already been broken, received even more "special" treatment. A Spirit-Locking Chain was driven through his clavicles, sealing his Magical Power completely so that he couldn’t muster even a single trace of it.

GASP... GASP... Yu Gongshi wheezed, glaring venomously at Yang Jing in the sky.

"Don’t get too arrogant, Yang Jing! So many True Disciples from the Four Demon Sects have their eyes on you. Sooner or later, you’ll meet a violent end—you might even die before I do!"

The Law Enforcement Team Cultivator holding him went pale. He immediately pulled out an Iron Ruler and struck Yu Gongshi across the mouth, beating it to a bloody pulp.

If not for the robust physique of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator nourished by Magical Power, all his teeth would have been knocked out.

"Is Inspector Yang’s name something a stray dog like you can speak so freely? I think you must have a death wish."

Yang Jing’s eyelids twitched as he glanced at Yu Gongshi.

He channeled his Magical Power, and the Five Clouds Pouch lifted Iron Head and the other three disciples into the air. He then spoke to the Law Enforcement Team Cultivators:

"You all will watch over Yu Jingming and Tan Mingyang. Make sure not a single hair on their heads is harmed."

He then collected the three heads of the Demon Sect True Disciples from the ground, led his four disciples onto a cloud, and flew off toward the Wei Family’s ancestral lands.

The Wei Family’s ancestral lands were situated in a mountain hollow. They had built a Tier Two Five Mountains Spirit Suppression Array, relying on the mountain’s Spirit Vein, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Yang Jing used his Magic Sword to carve out a simple Cave Mansion on the highest nearby mountain peak.

For the past two days, he had remained in the Cave Mansion, keeping a close watch on the Wei Family and giving them no opportunity to escape.

The Wei Family had sent people to beg for mercy, but he had killed them all. Later, Chi Huawen of the Dark Spring Demon Sect and Xin Jingang of the Illusion Demon Sect had joined forces to cause trouble for him, and they too were beheaded by his Magic Sword.

That Xin Jingang had raised a Heavenly Maiden Enchanting Demon and tried to use it to bewitch Yang Jing, but Yang Jing had captured and refined it with his Demon-Catching Tripod, turning it into a Celestial Maiden engraving on the tripod’s surface.

It was Yinjiao who, after obtaining the evidence, had discreetly sent a Communication Talisman to inform Yang Jing, which was how Yang Jing had been able to arrive so promptly.

He spoke with some concern,

"Master, our position has been exposed. I’m afraid it won’t be long before the True Disciples of the Four Demon Sects come swarming here."

Yang Jing sat cross-legged on a Meditation Cushion, circulating his Celestial True Yang.

"I want them to come. I’ve prepared the Wei Family’s ancestral land as the stage for my Magical Combat with the Demon Sect’s True Disciples. Otherwise, in a place as vast as the Northern Domain Seven Kingdoms, how long would it take for us to hunt them down one by one? Forever?"

Seeing Yinjiao’s worried expression, he gave a confident smile.

"Your Master is proficient in the Five Elements Escape Technique. I can use Earth Escape in soil, Water Escape in water, not to mention Cloud Escape and Thunder Escape. When it comes to Escape Techniques alone, few Golden Core Cultivators are my superior. Did you really think I, your Master, would fight them in a straightforward Magical Combat?"

Yang Jing pointed to the ground.

"Even if I lose the Magical Combat, I can just take you all and escape into the earth. Who could possibly catch us then?"

Yang Jing had already scouted the area. The mountain range was full of solid rock beneath the surface. For someone using an Earth Escape Talisman, it would be all but impassable.

However, his Earth Escape was different from an Earth Escape Talisman. He could tunnel through solid rock without issue, though it would cost more Magical Power. Furthermore, his Tunneling Speed was far greater than what a talisman could provide.

Here, as long as they dove into the ground, not even a Golden Core Cultivator could hope to catch them.

"The Wei Family really did find themselves an auspicious place. In the future, who knows how much Demon Blood will be spilled here."