43: Chapter 43 Demanding Justice

If it were anyone else, they might have been tempted by this wretched suggestion, which was so full of male hormones.

However, after Lin Feng finished listening, he slowly set down his teacup.

The expression on his face held no trace of playfulness or interest; instead, it became exceptionally serious, and an imperceptible cold light flashed in his deep eyes.

This sudden change in atmosphere caused Huang Fugui, who had been talking animatedly, to snap his mouth shut instantly, his heart skipping a beat.

Oh no, the flattery hit the wrong spot!

"Master... did your servant... say something wrong?" Huang Fugui asked cautiously.

"You said just now that you can monitor a ten-mile radius, and even a female mosquito cannot escape your Dharma Eye?" Lin Feng didn't answer its question but asked another instead.

"Yes... yes!"

Huang Fugui didn't understand why, but he still patted his chest and guaranteed, "Your servant's perception of Demonic Qi is now more than a hundred times sharper! As long as it's something tainted by evil Qi, even a grain of dust won't escape your servant's nose!"

"Very good."

Lin Feng nodded, his gaze turning sharp.

"Stop those messy thoughts of yours; I'm giving you a proper mission."

"Go and keep a close eye on that Miss Ling Yueer."

"Huh?"

Huang Fugui was completely baffled. "Watch... watch her for what? Master, if you want..."

"Shut up."

Lin Feng interrupted it coldly.

"I want you to use all your abilities to monitor her every move, every word, and every action, twenty-four hours a day. I want to know clearly who she meets, what she says, where she goes, and if there's anything unusual."

"Remember, everything. Do not alert anyone, especially her."

Looking at Lin Feng's unquestionable gaze, Huang Fugui finally realized that his master was not joking.

It put away its playful grin, and its expression became serious as well.

"Master, do you suspect... something is wrong with her?"

Lin Feng stood up and walked to the window, looking in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, a trace of icy Killing Intent flashing in his eyes.

"I just feel that the case of the Painted Skin Demon was closed too hastily."

He recalled the scene from that night, and the clouds of doubt in his heart grew heavier.

The Painted Skin Demon was naturally cunning and suspicious, specializing in playing with people's hearts.

With its strength and intelligence, it could have completely continued its crimes in the shadows. Why would it reveal itself so easily and happen to be exposed by Miss Ling Yueer so coincidentally?

Its ultimate goal was to seize a perfect skin.

Given Miss Ling Yueer's status and beauty, she was undoubtedly the best target.

But why didn't it just kidnap Miss Ling Yueer instead of choosing to go head-to-head with the Demon Suppression Division on a crowded street?

And those words it said before dying seemed like it wanted to shake his mind, but thinking about it now, it seemed more like a kind of...

Deliberate misdirection.

It seemed like it was using its own death to fulfill something.

Or to cover up some even bigger secret.

And the center of all this pointed to one person—

Miss Ling Yueer.

This City Lord's daughter, who seemed innocent and romantic, unruly and willful, and even a bit of a fangirl—was she really as simple as she appeared on the surface?

Lin Feng didn't believe it.

In this world where human life is as cheap as grass and demons run rampant, people who can live so "innocently" are either truly stupid or they are disguising themselves too well.

"Go."

Lin Feng's voice carried a hint of chill. "I want to see what exactly is hidden beneath this delicate flaming rose."

"Yes! Master!"

Huang Fugui felt the severity of the matter and didn't dare to be negligent. With a flicker of its body, it turned into an imperceptible yellow smoke and vanished silently into the courtyard.

Lin Feng stood by the window with his hands behind his back, his eyes flashing with the light of a hunter.

He had a premonition that a "prey" even more interesting and dangerous than the Painted Skin Demon or Old Demon Black Wind had quietly entered his hunting range.

...

For the next few days, Nanyan Prefecture was calm and peaceful.

Since the Painted Skin Demon was slain, no similar murder cases occurred in the city, and the lives of the common people gradually returned to normal.

The Mission Hall of the Demon Suppression Division also became much quieter.

The high-star missions had already been swept clean by Lin Feng, and what remained were all trivial matters.

Everyone was happy to have some leisure time, drinking tea and chatting every day, living quite comfortably.

And Lin Feng also enjoyed a rare period of leisure like a "retired veteran cadre."

He lived in seclusion every day, consolidating his half-step Danyuan Realm cultivation in his courtyard while studying the "Nine Yang Infinite Art."

Without enough critical hit points, haste would not bring success.

Meanwhile, Huang Fugui, like the most dedicated private detective, poured all his energy into the mission of monitoring Miss Ling Yueer.

As expected of a third-rank Great Demon, its concealment and tracking methods had reached the Transcendent state.

Sometimes it turned into a mouse and crawled into the sewers of the City Lord's Mansion.

Other times it turned into a gust of wind and drifted into Miss Ling Yueer's bedroom.

It could be said that it pushed the professional ethics of a "perverted stalker" to the extreme.

However, after seven consecutive days, the intelligence Huang Fugui brought back made Lin Feng's brow furrow tighter and tighter.

"Master, the situation isn't right!"

That night, Huang Fugui squatted on Lin Feng's shoulder with a long face, reporting the latest situation.

"Your servant has kept one eye open even while sleeping for these seven days, even finding out exactly when that girl gets her period, but I haven't found a single thing wrong!"

It counted on its small paws, listing them one by one.

"Since being rejected by you that day, that girl has become like a different person. She locked herself in the cultivation room and hasn't stepped out for seven whole days! Every day, besides eating and sleeping, she's Cultivating like crazy!"

"Your servant saw with my own eyes that to break through a Bottleneck, she forced herself to the point of damaging her Meridians and spat out several mouthfuls of blood, but the next day, she was back to normal and continued to Cultivate! That ruthlessness, tsk tsk tsk, even your servant admires it!"

"She hasn't seen any suspicious people or said any suspicious words. The City Lord went to see her a few times, but she kicked him out with the excuse of 'not seeing anyone until I Breakthrough'."

"Even her room, your servant has searched inch by inch with Demonic Qi. Forget traces of demons, there isn't even a male mosquito! It's as clean as one of your murder scenes!"

Huang Fugui became more discouraged as he spoke. "Master, do you think we might be overthinking it? That girl might really just be a... brain-dead romantic?"

After listening to Huang Fugui's report, Lin Feng also fell into deep thought.

Could it be that he really was being paranoid?

Was Miss Ling Yueer really just an ordinary, spoiled, somewhat love-struck Young Miss?

Had the Painted Skin Demon case really ended so simply?

Lin Feng always felt that beneath this calm surface, a huge undercurrent was hidden.

The Painted Skin Demon was naturally suspicious and as cunning as a fox.

It had lurked in Nanyan Prefecture and committed a series of major crimes; its scheme was definitely not small.

Yet why couldn't it hold back and was so easily lured out by a bait?

It didn't fit the logic.

It was as if there were an invisible chess player behind the scenes, manipulating everything.

The appearance and death of the Painted Skin Demon were just a single move in this game.

And what role did Miss Ling Yueer play in this game?

"Keep watching."

Lin Feng said in a deep voice, "My intuition tells me that things aren't over. The silence before the storm is the most terrifying."

"Yes, Master!"

Although Huang Fugui was puzzled, he still left to carry out the order without hesitation.

However, what Lin Feng didn't expect was that the storm would come faster and more violently than he had anticipated.

Shortly after Huang Fugui left.

Boom!

The gate of the Demon Suppression Division was once again crashed open in an extremely arrogant manner!

This time, it wasn't the unruly City Lord's daughter who came, but a group of murderous, terrifying Martial Artists dressed in mysterious black heavy armor, their auras as deep as the abyss and as vast as the sea!

Leading them was a middle-aged man with a majestic face and sinister eyes. The terrifying pressure belonging to a Danyuan Realm expert on him swept through the entire Demon Suppression Division like a tide, making all the Demon Slayers feel a sense of suffocation.

"It's the people from the Li family!"

"Heavens! The one leading them is the head of the Li family, 'Raging Wave Palm' Li Batian! He's a genuine third-tier Danyuan Realm expert!"

"They... they've come to settle the score!"