224: Chapter 224 The Scramble for a Spot

With the threat of the Tier 3 Demon gone, the difficulty of the suppression missions plummeted, and under Pei Tianlin's leadership, the Pei Clan suppression team even achieved zero casualties.

If this were a few years ago, it would have been unimaginable.

This made all the other factions in the city envious and awestruck by the power of the Pei Clan.

Times have changed.

The younger generation of the Pei Clan had also stepped into the Divine Strength Realm, and suppressing Demons was undoubtedly an excellent trial for them.

Although there was still some danger, Martial Artists were never flowers in a greenhouse; otherwise, it would just be empty talk.

The next day.

Pei Clan Estate.

The news about selecting personnel from the younger generation to suppress Demons spread.

Inside the council hall, the Elders of the Pei Clan were discussing heatedly.

"The boy in your Family is still too young; suppressing Demons is too dangerous. Let my Siyuan go this time."

"Eighth Brother, that's a bit much. Isn't my Sixin only a few months younger than your boy? As long as he can serve the Family, I wouldn't hesitate even if it meant climbing a mountain of blades or descending into a sea of fire. What do mere Demons amount to? My boy doesn't have many merits, but he inherited this one from me."

"Seventh Brother, Siyuan has been in the outer counties for these past few years. Now that he's finally back, he has to make some contribution to the Family, right?"

Looking at the righteous expression on Pei Tianyang's face, Pei Tianyun couldn't help but want to roll his eyes.

He knew exactly what kind of person his younger brother was.

As his older brother from the same mother, he was seventh in the Family, while Pei Tianyang was eighth, one year younger than him.

Calling it a contribution was just a nice way of saying he was snatching resources.

Ever since the Pei Clan's reforms, the resources anyone in the clan could obtain were tied to their position and contributions.

It didn't mean that just because one had good talent, one could naturally enjoy vast resources.

Every member of the Pei Clan, before contributing to the Family, could only enjoy the most basic living allowance.

This also made it difficult for those playboys of the Pei Clan to find room to survive under these reforms, and the internal environment of the Pei Clan became competitive.

And the essence of being a Martial Artist lies in the word 'strive'.

Resources are limited, and even if the Pei Clan develops quickly, it needs this kind of healthy competition, which is also what Pei Qingyun needs.

On the platform, Pei Tianrong looked at the red-faced people below with annoyance.

He had thought that once this resolution was issued, the clan would inevitably be shaken, and there would be some dissenting voices.

However, things were the exact opposite of what he had anticipated. Not only were there no dissenting voices, but they were arguing until their faces were red for the quota.

After all, although the younger generation was already in the Divine Strength Realm, they were still young.

The danger of Demons had long been deeply ingrained in the subconscious of all the major factions in Wuyang City.

Even though the casualty rate of Martial Artists had dropped significantly in recent years, the inherent perception of Demons formed by major factions over the past hundred years was not so easily broken.

As the head of the Pei Clan and one of the Elders in the clan, he naturally didn't want the juniors to face the danger of Demons too early.

In a few years, all of this would become a matter of course.

Of course, even if there were objections, he could still override them.

Moreover, this matter was decided by the Old Ancestor.

In the Pei Clan, Pei Qingyun's words were more effective than an imperial decree.

But as it turned out, everyone did the opposite, catching him completely off guard.

"Alright, everyone, quiet down. You're all nearly forty years old; what does this bickering look like? If you don't stop, none of you are going," Pei Tianrong said helplessly.

As his voice fell, everyone looked at Pei Tianrong on the main seat, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

Seeing that everyone was no longer making noise, Pei Tianrong cleared his throat and continued, "I intend to entrust the task of suppressing Demons this time entirely to Pei Kong. Those who wish to sign up can discuss it with him."

Upon hearing this, there was a sigh from below; they had thought there would be some good solution.

They had been acting for nothing all this time; why didn't he say so earlier?

The next moment, everyone vanished in a flash.

Watching the backs of the departing crowd, Pei Tianrong sighed, "They're finally gone."

Meanwhile, north of Wuyang, in the Hengduan Mountain Range.

A figure was rapidly shuttling through the jungle, his movements as ghostly as a phantom.

As he moved, the air currents around him surged wildly, emitting whistling sounds.

Rustle! Suddenly, the figure stopped abruptly and landed on a large tree. A powerful aura erupted instantly, as if breaking through the constraints of space, surging forward.

"Roar!" A massive dark shadow rushed out from the dark cave, like astonishing lightning breaking through the air.

Under the reflection of the scorching sun, the shadow finally revealed its form.

It was a giant tiger. The giant tiger was extremely large, over two zhang long, with a tail like a steel whip raised high. Its body was covered in yellow and black mottled stripes. Just one look was enough to make one feel a chill.

Mottled Demon Tiger! One of the Tier 3 Vicious Beasts.

However, upon seeing the Mottled Demon Tiger, the figure not only felt no fear but instead had eyes full of burning Battle Intent.

"Just in time. I'll take this tiger whip."

Swish, swish, swish... The next instant, the figure vanished from the tree. Accompanied by an astonishing sound of breaking air, a long spear streaked across the sky like a stream of light, piercing toward the Mottled Demon Tiger with lightning speed, the cold gleam on the spear tip seemingly piercing through everything.

Puchi! That was the sound of flesh being torn. The spear tip pierced into the body of the Mottled Demon Tiger with unstoppable force, and then rotated at an unscientific angle, destroying the massive body with overwhelming power, causing the crimson blood to bloom like a flower.

Half an hour later, the figure walked out of the Hengduan Mountain Range, covered in blood, his aura also a bit more chaotic.

This figure was none other than Pei Kong.

The next moment, Pei Kong sneezed inexplicably.

"This beast's scent is truly pungent."

Meanwhile, a man in black arrived riding a steed.

Upon seeing Pei Kong, the man in black dismounted and said worriedly, "Commander, are you alright?"

"I won't die. This beast was very cunning; I almost got caught by it," Pei Kong said. "You came here, did something happen?"

"The Family Head has an order. He ordered this subordinate to come and notify you that you are to be solely responsible for the mission to suppress Demons in half a month," the man in black hurriedly explained.

"Understood." Pei Kong's tone was indifferent, making it impossible to discern his emotions. Only his flickering eyes betrayed his mood at that moment.

"Then, do you want to return with this subordinate?" the man in black asked tentatively.

Pei Kong paused and said, "I won't go back just yet. Since you're here, take the beast's corpse back first."

As his voice fell, the man in black noticed the corpse of the Mottled Demon Tiger not far away.

Before he could speak again, Pei Kong added, "After you go back, just hand the corpse over to Elder Tianming."

After saying this, Pei Kong's figure flashed and he entered the Hengduan Mountain Range again.