Storm the County Office, Tell the Truth or Your Whole Family Dies

[Year 39, 56 years old.]

[You replaced "Hard Work Pays Off" with "Serious Punch".]

[You replaced "Photographic Memory" with "Badminton Expert".]

[On the day of your departure, you didn't tell anyone.]

[Da Chun, Tian Wen, Shen Siqin, Xu Linglong, and your large group of disciples and grand-disciples had no idea you had left Makou Town.]

[You were going to challenge the government, fully prepared to never return, and you didn't want to implicate them.]

Outside the simulation, Chen Yi knew that his simulated self was about to put his life on the line.

So he swapped in traits that could enhance combat power.

"It seems... after staying in the simulation for a long time, 'I' begin to lose the impression that 'this is a simulation'. I'm not as carefree as I was at the beginning, but instead, I've formed many bonds."

Thinking carefully, wasn't his self outside the simulation the same?

After living in this world for eighteen years, Chen Yi's feelings for his family, fellow townsmen, and friends were also genuine.

He couldn't completely detach himself.

Because he wasn't a cold-blooded animal.

However, as a transmigrator, his thinking was more divergent, not entirely constrained by the background of this era.

[Baiyun County is not far from Makou Town.]

[Before long, you arrived beneath the familiar city walls of Baiyun County.]

[Times have changed. The young man who was exiled to the army back then has now grown old with a head of white hair due to a weakened constitution.]

[Although old, with the effect of "Old Ginger is Spicier", your combat power will not decrease because of it.]

[Carrying the Flaming Iron Heavy Sword and a long spear on your back, your gaze is sharp. At a glance, it's clear you are a martial artist. The soldiers standing guard at the city gate only asked for your name without making things too difficult for you.]

[You casually made up a name.]

["Chen Nan."]

[Because of the "Demonic Aura Presence" trait, you noticed from outside the city that demonic aura was floating everywhere in Baiyun County.]

[Even after entering the city, you could see wisps and strands of demonic aura.]

[These demonic auras have different colors, likely representing different individuals.]

[The colors vary in depth and density, possibly indicating how long the demonic aura has lingered here and the profoundness of the demon's strength.]

[You kept a low profile and gathered information for a few days.]

[Before taking action, you visited the Yuelai Inn and found that it had changed owners.]

[After asking the waiter, you learned that the original landlady had died of depression because her daughter was murdered.]

[Only then did you realize that when you were forty, Old Liu escaped the pursuit of the eighteen sects of Sanjiang Commandery and came to Baiyun County, where he went on a killing spree with the Myriad Soul Banner.]

[The landlady's daughter was killed by him.]

["Even if she didn't marry me, the landlady still couldn't escape the arrangement of fate..."]

[You didn't think much further. After eating and drinking your fill, you picked up your weapons and arrived at the entrance of the county magistrate's office.]

["Halt! What is your business here!"]

[Without a word, you drew your sword. With a flash of the blade, the official runner fell to the ground, and you swaggered into the government office.]

["Someone is breaking into the government office!"]

[The mortal official runners were completely outmatched before you, a cultivator in the Spirit Gathering Realm.]

[Wielding your long spear, you executed the Shen Family Spear Arts, slaughtering your way through the government office.]

[Among the constables and the head constable of the office, there were also martial artists. The head constable was close to your cultivation realm and held his ground against you in combat.]

[With the enemy still holding the numerical advantage, you were on the verge of defeat.]

[But you hid a basic attack within your ultimate move.]

[Unexpectedly, you delivered two solid punches to him.]

[The traits "Badminton Expert" and "Serious Punch" stacked, unleashing twenty times your normal punching power!]

[The head constable instantly saw his ancestors; his liver was pierced by your punch, and he could not rise again!]

[With a single glance, you spotted the county magistrate in his official robes, crawling and fleeing through the chaotic crowd. You abandoned your opponents and headed straight for him.]

[The magistrate hid under a desk, trembling in fear.]

["Quickly, go to the Dragon Guard Department and invite the Chief Commander!!"]

[There was no time for him to call for reinforcements. You had already plucked him out from under the desk like a little chick.]

["Release the magistrate!"]

["Audacious fanatic!"]

["Where do you come from, martial artist? To act so recklessly, are you not afraid that the experts of the Dragon Guard Department will execute your entire nine generations!"]

[The Dragon Guard Department was different from the Demon Slaying Department.]

[The Demon Slaying Department specialized in subduing demons and exterminating devils, resolving the menace of the demon race.]

[On the other hand, the Dragon Guard Department was similar to the Brocade Guards. It was a secret service organization without any public strongholds or offices, yet it was spread all over the Great Qian Dynasty and was extremely mysterious.]

[The primary mission of the Dragon Guard Department was to maintain the rule of the imperial power.]

[Protecting local officials was also within their scope of duty.]

["Lord Magistrate, I trust you have been well since we last met."]

[The magistrate, whose neck was in your grip, looked at you in panic.]

["Friend, do we know each other?"]

["I don't know you, but I know your father. I didn't expect the position of county magistrate could be hereditary. Just how many strings did your family pull?"]

["What pulling strings? I passed the imperial examination with my own abilities!"]

["Enough, stop the nonsense. I came here today just to investigate two old cases. As long as you tell the truth, I can spare your life."]

["You, speak..."]

[The previous fat-headed and big-eared magistrate was already dead.]

[The one before you was his son, who had grown into the opposite extreme, nothing but skin and bones.]

["More than thirty years ago, a demon slayer named Chen Yi was sentenced to military exile by your father. There was also a banner officer of the Demon Slaying Department named Shen Qingshan, who was also convicted of murder by your father. Do you have any impression of this?"]

["Uh... I don't remember Chen Yi, but I do remember Shen Qingshan. My father was heavily injured by him and died a few years later."]

["Why frame them for murder? What scheme was behind all this?"]

["Friend, do not speak nonsense. My father was strict and impartial in his judgments; he never wronged anyone!"]

[You forcefully snapped his arm.]

["Ah!!!"]

[The skinny magistrate howled in agony, his entire body convulsing.]

[Seeing this, the official runners wanted to save him but were forced back by your imposing aura.]

["Don't come any closer! Otherwise, I'll kill him right now!"]

[After saying that, you grabbed the magistrate by the neck again.]

["Don't waste my time. Tell... me... the... truth!"]

["Yes, they were framed... The real culprit paid us... We, we found... found someone... to take the blame..."]

[Upon hearing this, the official runners looked at each other in dismay, whispering among themselves.]

[They probably genuinely believed that the two successive magistrates of Baiyun County were strict and impartial in their judgments.]

["No, you're not telling the truth."]

["This... is the truth... If word... gets out... my official hat... will be lost..."]

["Finding a scapegoat is common, but plotting against a Demon Slaying Envoy and a banner officer? Your father must have had fat clogging his brain! Speak! What is the real reason!"]

["I... this..."]

[The magistrate's face turned red and his neck bulged under your grip; he was in extreme pain.]

[Seeing him hesitate and mumble, you broke his other arm without hesitation.]