Fu Yunshen was now certain he was under house arrest, and not just him—even Shen Zhixia couldn't leave.
Shen Zhixia was furious about this, but Fu Yunshen had already guessed something.
"Perhaps my identity has indeed been exposed."
Shen Zhixia was stunned, her face filled with worry. "What do we do then? Will they arrest you?"
Fu Yunshen glanced toward the door. "I don't know. I'm not clear on what they actually want."
But soon, Yan Qi arrived again, this time bringing over a dozen soldiers. They carried large, ostentatious empty chests into the Fu residence. Then, without any pretense, the beating began. Yan Qi found it strange—why did his hands itch the moment he saw this Fu Yunshen? Why was it so satisfying to hit him?
After Yan Qi and his men left, Shen Zhixia tearfully helped Fu Yunshen up. She had no idea what to do anymore.
However, Yan Qi's actions further convinced the spies of one thing: the former chief of the Qingfeng Stronghold had struck a deal with the authorities!
The spies left the city again. Fang Zhiyi simply had their names and physical features recorded. When the roster reached him, he just glanced at it briefly and listed over a dozen names.
Yan Qi frowned, studying it for a long while without understanding.
"The times the spies left the city were quite concentrated. If you compare this with the records from their last exit, you'll find which names overlap at the same time points. With just three or four more instances, we can identify which ones are the bandit spies."
Yan Qi suddenly understood, his admiration for Fang Zhiyi growing.
Unlike the high-profile bandit suppression campaigns elsewhere, Fang Zhiyi's operations outside the city were exceptionally low-key, almost silent. In less than half a month, nearly half of over a dozen bandit strongholds had been wiped out.
The other bandits who went to investigate were baffled. They couldn't comprehend how the military had pinpointed the locations of these strongholds so accurately.
What was even more chilling was that these eradicated strongholds left almost no survivors. Besides those shot dead, the other bandits seemed to have suffered extremely cruel torture before death. This scene filled the surviving bandits with dread, making them realize that the bandit-suppression army in Xicheng was no ordinary force.
News of their peers meeting disaster kept coming, making the bandits hiding deep in the mountains restless and fearful. Under this pressure, they began to direct all their blame toward the Qingfeng Stronghold, suspecting that if it weren't for Xiashanhu (lit. "Down-Mountain Tiger") tipping off the authorities, how could the troops have found their targets so precisely? After all, no one could guarantee they wouldn't be next.
Originally, the Qingfeng Stronghold had relatively few members, but now they had inexplicably become the target of public criticism, putting them under immense pressure. First, one bandit group suddenly attacked their stronghold, then another followed suit. The Qingfeng Stronghold had just begun to recover slightly from their previous troubles, but these successive raids left them overwhelmed and struggling to cope.
With the third raid, only a few escaped. The rest were either killed on the spot or captured alive. Bandits falling into the hands of other bandits met an even more miserable fate—when it came to torture, they were the professionals.
And so, the Third Chief of the Qingfeng Stronghold and others were tortured to death.
They finally understood what had happened.
"Your chief sold us out! We must avenge this with the lives of your Qingfeng Stronghold!"
A sinister trend of hunting down the Qingfeng Stronghold swept through the mountains, while things were also lively in the Fu residence in the city.
Yan Qi came every few days, no longer bothering to hide his intentions. He would arrive, beat Fu Yunshen, and leave, leaving behind quite a few empty chests.
Because they couldn't leave, the wounds on Fu Yunshen's body never had a chance to heal. Shen Zhixia cried anxiously, but her high-minded, righteous words meant nothing to the soldiers guarding the door. If they dared approach the entrance, the soldiers would attack immediately. Who would show a kind face to a bandit chief and his captive "fortress wife"?
Especially since a wave of enthusiasm for eradicating bandits had swept the city. The families of victims seeking revenge sent gifts of thanks to Yan Qi. Though not valuable, they were enough to move him. More and more details spread, all praising Commander Yan Qi for his prowess and his efforts in suppressing the bandits. The common people finally learned that this official had quietly eliminated many bandits. For a time, Yan Qi became known as a great benefactor among the people, which made him somewhat embarrassed.
He wanted to give credit to Fang Zhiyi, but Fang Zhiyi stopped him.
"This is what you deserve," Fang Zhiyi simply said.
In this atmosphere, both the regular army and the local security corps enjoyed the people's support. Wealthy households and ordinary citizens alike were willing to send them gifts or supplies.
The overall sentiment was very positive.
Chen San was arranging his sesame cakes, his mind preoccupied. Suddenly, his view was blocked. He looked up instinctively. "Sorry, we're closed for the day."
But he was met with two stern faces.
"Chen San, come with us."
Chen San instantly understood. He suddenly shouted, "The soldiers are going to beat someone! Come help!" He knew his identity must have been exposed, though he didn't know why. But now, his priority was self-preservation.
As the surrounding citizens gathered, a soldier suddenly declared, "Chen San! You're a spy for the Black Tiger Stronghold! We've been investigating you for some time! And you dare resist?"
Chen San's heart tightened, but he still shouted with all his might, "I've been wronged! These soldiers are framing me! Everyone, come see!" He had once seen a fellow spy exposed and escape using this method. Those common folks were easily fooled.
But the people didn't step forward to help him. Instead, they said, "Good! I always thought you were strange, Chen San, going home after selling just a few cakes. So you're a bandit!"
"Officers, do you need our help?"
"Beat the bandit!"
As Chen San had hoped, chaos erupted at the scene, but it wasn't quite what he imagined. The target was him.
Beaten half to death, Chen San was dragged away by the soldiers. One soldier muttered, "Why did this guy make it so hard on himself?"
Almost simultaneously, all the bandit spies lurking in the city were apprehended. Those who resisted had their legs broken on the spot.
Immediately after, the security corps posted key points for identifying spies, compiled and written by Fang Zhiyi. They also offered rewards for providing clues. Many citizens gathered to listen as literate individuals read the notice aloud.
As a result of this initiative, several more suspicious individuals were pointed out by the people. However, only one of them was a bandit spy; the others were unlucky fellows privately trafficking opium and medicine.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
