208: Improve again, Demon Infant Eighth Level

The group of guards looked at Jiang Lan, their eyes filled with more fear.

They hadn't expected this lord's actions to be so ruthless.

The moment the other party made a move, Jiang Lan, without a word, directly struck to kill.

Completely unreasonable.

A group of people nodded in agreement.

"We... we saw it..."

Jiang Lan said:

"Alright, clean up the body."

"Yes, My Lord!"

Several guards immediately began to collect the body.

Jiang Lan, on the other hand, returned directly to the house.

Wang Erniu had also heard the commotion just now and was waiting for Jiang Lan in the room.

"Master, are you alright?"

Wang Erniu's tone was tinged with a hint of concern.

Jiang Lan smiled, "What could happen to me? The person has been dealt with, go to sleep."

After speaking, he no longer paid attention to Wang Erniu and went upstairs to his room.

Upon returning to his room, Jiang Lan opened his panel again.

He had just gained over six thousand years of Lifespan, which was enough to significantly raise his Realm.

Looking at the 6,729 years of Lifespan on the panel, Jiang Lan said without hesitation:

"Devouring Heaven Demon Art, max it out for me."

As his voice fell, the text on the panel scrolled.

"In your 2,356th year, your Realm successfully increased to Demon Infant Seventh Level!"

"In your 6,073rd year, your Realm increased to Demon Infant Eighth Level!"

"In your 6,729th year, due to the short time, you failed to Breakthrough again."

Feeling the surging power within his body, a smile appeared on Jiang Lan's face.

Today's gains truly satisfied him.

It was not in vain that he had planned for so long.

Effort would always yield results.

So, next, it was to continue accumulating Lifespan and to gather information about Cultivation Techniques.

At this moment, the sky outside had also darkened.

Since there was nothing else to do, Jiang Lan simply went to bed... The next day.

As soon as he arrived at the Law Enforcement Hall, Cui Yushan eagerly said to Jiang Lan:

"Hall Master, did you kill Hall Master Chan last night?"

Jiang Lan heard this and was not particularly surprised.

This place was not very big, so news was bound to spread quickly.

Glancing at Cui Yushan, Jiang Lan said:

"I killed him, what about it?"

Cui Yushan quickly said:

"The other Hall Masters have all received the news. They are currently causing a fuss with the Alliance Master in the alliance, saying they want to punish you, My Lord."

As he spoke, his expression was not very good, seemingly worried for Jiang Lan.

Such a big incident happened right after he took office.

"It's fine."

Jiang Lan, however, had an indifferent expression.

The Alliance Master was his Big Brother, what did he have to worry about?

Even if he had no relation to the Alliance Master, with Jiang Lan's current strength, even wanting to sweep through the Luan Mo Region would be an easy feat.

He merely offended someone, who could do anything to him?

Seeing Jiang Lan's expression, Cui Yushan said worriedly:

"Hall Master, you don't know, although Hall Master Chan's strength was not top-tier among the Hall Masters, he joined the alliance very early and contributed greatly to the alliance. If you killed him, I'm afraid the Alliance Master will punish you."

Just as Cui Yushan was speaking, an old man dressed as a steward walked in from outside the main hall.

Jiang Lan had seen this person before; he was the personal steward of Feng Yao, the Alliance Master of the Luan Yao Alliance.

The old man entered the hall, bowed to Jiang Lan, and then said:

"My Lord, the Alliance Master requests your presence. Please come with me."

Jiang Lan knew that this steward was Feng Yao's personal attendant and was bound by a blood pact, so he naturally wouldn't make things difficult for the steward. Instead, he nodded, stood up, and said:

"Let's go."

Seeing this, Cui Yushan said softly:

"My Lord, be careful, don't be impulsive."

Although Jiang Lan was a bit ruthless, he was still good to them.

The work they had to do was much more than before, but their monthly allowance had also doubled.

Therefore, Cui Yushan still didn't want anything to happen to Jiang Lan.

Giving Cui Yushan a reassuring look, Jiang Lan followed the old man dressed as a steward out of the main hall.

On the street, the old steward whispered to Jiang Lan:

"My Lord, once you arrive, don't say anything. The Master has instructed that he will handle everything."

Jiang Lan's eyes flashed.

The old man's master was naturally Feng Yao, the Hall Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Hall.

It seemed his Big Brother was quite concerned about him.

Jiang Lan nodded.

"Okay, I understand."

Before long, the two arrived outside the main hall of the Luan Yao Alliance.

Jiang Lan held his head high, chest out, and strode into the hall.

There were many people in the main hall at this time, and upon seeing Jiang Lan, more than half of them showed angry expressions.

Feng Yao also sat on the large throne in the center, with two protruding horns on his forehead.

His face was calm, showing no emotion.

"Alliance Master." Jiang Lan bowed to Feng Yao on the throne.

Feng Yao still had the same expression as before, raising his hand indifferently.

To outsiders, it would be impossible to tell that the two were brothers.

Jiang Lan was not foolish; he knew why Feng Yao was acting this way.

No matter what, this was still the territory of demons, and it was better for their relationship not to be exposed if possible.

As Jiang Lan stood up again, he heard a voice beside him.

"Alliance Master, you must uphold justice for Hall Master Chan! Over the years, he has dedicated all his time and energy to our Luan Yao Alliance. But this Lang Qing, just two days after taking office, first killed Hall Master Chan's son, and then killed Hall Master Chan himself. This is an unforgivable crime! If you do not deal with Lang Qing, the alliance will likely be in turmoil!"

Jiang Lan turned his head to look at the speaker.

This person was slightly plump, dressed like a wealthy merchant, wearing silk robes.

He had seen this person before; during Jiang Lan's welcome banquet, this speaker was sitting with Hall Master Chan, so he was probably a friend.

After the man dressed as a wealthy merchant finished speaking, echoes of agreement continuously rang out in the hall.

"Everyone, shut up."

Finally, Feng Yao on the throne spoke.

Although his voice was not loud, it sounded like a bolt from the blue to everyone present.

"When did it become your turn to make decisions in my Luan Yao Alliance?"

Feng Yao spoke again, his eyes revealing a bone-chilling coldness, as if capable of freezing people solid.

At these words, the group of people below immediately dared not breathe loudly.

"We dare not."

"I don't think you look like you 'dare not'." Feng Yao said unhurriedly, "Those who spoke just now, each of you will receive thirty strikes."

As soon as this was said, the faces of those who had spoken immediately turned ugly.

Let alone thirty strikes, the clubs in the alliance were specially made; one strike would cause any demon, no matter their Realm or how thick their skin, to be torn and bleeding.

If one's cultivation was weak and had not reached Mortal Shedding, thirty strikes would be enough to kill them.

Only those in Mortal Shedding and Core Formation could withstand it.

Even if they withstood it, a Mortal Shedding practitioner would be bedridden for at least a month.

Even a Core Formation practitioner would need three to five days of recovery before being fully healed.

But no one present dared to disobey the Alliance Master's words, and they all responded:

"Yes!"