Eastern: I love doing good things-Chapter 161 : There are gods three feet above one’s head

On the desolate street, the Centipede Demon's body was covered in pits and wounds, with torn flesh and shell scattered all around, the blood pooling beneath it into a small stream.

"Kill me, please kill me..."

The Centipede Demon's cries, which had begun as shouts, turned into pleas for mercy, and eventually, it begged for death.

It could no longer bear the pain of its flesh being torn apart and only wished for its life to come to an end quickly.

Fang Yuan, releasing some of his pent-up rage, finally had the spare time to respond to the creature's words, "What did you say? I didn't hear you."

Hearing that Fang Yuan was willing to listen, the Centipede Demon spoke again, "Please kill me."

Fang Yuan tore off another piece of the demon's flesh, his movements as skilled as if he were plucking feathers from a chicken: "Who do you want to kill?"

"Kill me!"

"Who do you want to kill?"

"Kill me!"

"Who do you want to kill?"

"Kill me!"

"Who do you want to kill?"

"..."

At this moment, the Thousand-Armed Demon King finally realized that Fang Yuan was toying with it, and an overwhelming sense of despair flooded its heart.

At this moment, even death seemed like a luxury...

It was unclear how much time had passed, but with a punch, Fang Yuan crushed the Thousand-Armed Demon King's skull. The demon finally received the death it had longed for.

[Slaying a peak-level Demon Lord of the Seventh Stage, Good Deed Value +70,000]

The now mutilated body of the Centipede Demon lay motionless, and Fang Yuan leisurely stepped down from its massive corpse.

"..."

The Thousand-Armed Demon King was dead, and the nearby Zhong Chunhua seemed even more confused than before.

It couldn't be helped; the scene before them was like a tale spun by wandering bards—people suffering and on the verge of death, when suddenly a divine light descended, and a compassionate deity rode in on a cloud to save the people...

This was why common folk liked to burn incense and pray to gods—even though they knew it was fake, they still held onto a glimmer of hope, preventing them from fully sinking into despair.

Zhong Chunhua and the other court officials had always scoffed at this, until they met Fang Yuan.

"Governor, thank you for ridding our Jingchuan Province of those two evil demons..."

An old woman, watching Fang Yuan approach, immediately knelt down on one knee and cupped her fists in gratitude.

Behind her, the soldiers of the Town and Suppression Office followed suit, kneeling as well.

"Please, rise. What are you kneeling for? Get some clothes on first, it's shameful to be out here like this."

Fang Yuan waved his hand and casually made a remark.

"Ah, how could we forget to put on clothes?" Zhong Chunhua also realized the situation.

One of the deputy generals scratched his head awkwardly, "Well, we were all stripped by that Thousand-Armed Demon King, and were about to be cooked, when suddenly Fang Daren appeared like a god, and we were so captivated by the fight, we forgot to put our clothes back on..."

This statement, both humorous and bitter, made Zhong Chunhua's eyes go red. She quickly bowed again to Fang Yuan, "I, the General, am incompetent and came up with the foolish idea of bargaining with lives. Please forgive me, Fang Daren."

Upon hearing this, the other soldiers immediately responded, "Please do not blame our General, we volunteered for this."

"We are useless, and we couldn't think of any other way to deal with these demons..."

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"Stop with the theatrics." Fang Yuan shook his head, "Enough. I forgive you all. Now, take me to the last demon in Jingchuan Province."

The threat from outside had not been completely eliminated, so he wouldn't harm his own people. After all, he wasn't some kind of tyrant.

"Understood, Fang Daren." Zhong Chunhua hurriedly stood up, "I will lead the way."

"Alright..."

Having a flying general as a guide was convenient; he no longer had to carry her himself.

The two of them once again disappeared into the sky, and the soldiers of the Town and Suppression Office exchanged glances, finally showing relieved smiles.

Fang Daren had come, and Jingchuan Province would be alright now.

In the sky, not far into the journey, Fang Yuan realized that he still had to carry Zhong Chunhua.

She was simply flying too slowly.

Thus, he grabbed her by the collar and, before she even realized what was happening, she felt herself suddenly accelerating, so fast that she could no longer make out the scenery around her.

Zhong Chunhua instinctively shrank back and directed him.

"What's wrong with your face?" Fang Yuan asked at this point.

"I was poisoned by the Centipede Demon's toxic gas..." Zhong Chunhua answered with a strange tone, "Didn't you get affected, Fang Daren?"

Poisoned?

He was a ghostly form, without a physical body. Toxic gas couldn't corrode a soul.

Moreover, even if his true form were present, he wouldn't be harmed by it.

"I can cure you when my true form finds time," Fang Yuan said.

"Fang Daren can heal my injuries?" Zhong Chunhua was surprised. She thought her injuries were quite serious and wouldn't be easily resolved...

Wait!

"Fang Daren, is this not your true form?" Zhong Chunhua exclaimed.

"Yeah, my true form is heading to the border," Fang Yuan replied.

Zhong Chunhua was stunned. If even a mere split-body was this strong... how powerful must his true form be?!

In the blink of an eye, the two of them arrived over the city of Qinghai.

"Wait here for a moment."

After dropping her, Fang Yuan shot into the town's Town and Suppression Office below.

A moment later, the anguished cry of the White Fox Demon King echoed, signaling the start of another round of torment.

As the sun set, casting long shadows on the deserted village road, a figure descended from the sky and landed.

After leaving Jianghaizhou, Fang Yuan rushed at full speed and finally arrived at the border province of Yan Country: Hanhai Province.

He looked out over the fields, where no one was working, the weeds growing high. A small village in the distance had no smoke rising from chimneys—a deathly silence.

It seemed almost identical to the situation in Jingchuan Province, except that not far away, there was a small hill that hadn't been seen in Jingchuan.

This hill wasn't made of soil or rock, but of human heads stacked together.

Whether old or young, male or female, hundreds of heads were neatly stacked to form a "mountain."

Around this "mountain" faint lights shimmered, and there were twisting symbols in the air. As they got closer, one could hear the eerie wailing of ghosts and demons.

Clearly, this "mountain" wasn't just for showing off power—it was an array built from human lives.

Fang Yuan fell silent. In his gaze, he could see a surge of resentment rising from the "mountain," like smoke from a chimney. Guided by some invisible force, it drifted toward the nearby state city.

And such "smoke" was not limited to just one place...