Madam, please respect my profession.

The entire Jianghu Pavilion was in silence. The servants who had originally ignored Feng Nan Palace raised their heads, their faces as pale as paper, and they did not come back to their senses for a long time.

The young master was just not doing his job properly before, and it can be settled with just a little money.

Has it developed to the point where they want to execute the entire family and use the heads of all nine clans to settle the matter?

She is the eldest princess of the royal family.

Spreading rumors about someone's death without any basis is a blatant provocation to the dignity of the royal family.

To put it another way, even if the other party really dies, this matter has to be handled by the royal family themselves. Is it their turn?

The Feng family is a family of immortal cultivators, so even if something like this really happened, the entire family would not be executed, but those who handled the news would definitely not be spared.

“Plop~~”

After a brief moment of shock, everyone came back to their senses. The Feng family servants didn't care about anything else and ran out in a hurry, saying as they ran:

"Go and invite Master Feng!"

"..."

This scene was so bizarre that even Liu Qingshan was stunned. He knew that Feng Nangong had an important matter, but he didn't expect that the important matter was to publish the news of the death of the Grand Master...

Although the Demon Suppression Bureau is under the royal family, the Chief is the backbone of the Bureau.

If the Grand Master dies, the situation of the Demon Suppression Bureau will change.

not to mention.

As an elite member of the Southern Xinjiang Demon Suppression Division, Liu Qingshan is deeply trusted by his superiors. He knows that the chief commander went to the South China Sea to reshape the seal of the South China Sea and prevent the possibility of the South China Sea demons making a comeback.

If the Grand Master fell in the South China Sea, wouldn't it mean that the demon clan of the South China Sea would become more and more powerful, and even the Grand Master would be unable to resist and die from the backlash of the seal?

If this is the case, not only will the Demon Suppression Bureau be in chaos, but the entire world of immortal cultivation will also be in chaos.

This is no longer just a matter of life and death, but an important turning point that will affect the overall situation.

"Sir..." Liu Qingshan's forehead was bulging with veins. He suppressed the impulse in his heart and whispered, "Don't say that!"

Feng Nangong put away his playful smile and said seriously:

"Would I say something like this? Since I dare to say it, it means I have an absolutely reliable source of information. Our Jianghu Pavilion is spread all over the world and is the most well-informed place in the Great Zhou. Nothing can be hidden from our eyes. Would I joke about the honor and disgrace of the entire clan?"

Liu Qingshan stammered, as if he wanted to refute Feng Nangong, but finally closed his mouth and punched the stone pillar next to him with his fist, feeling mixed emotions.

Strictly speaking, he hadn't even spoken to the Grand Master.

Even though he was an elite soldier of the Southern Xinjiang Demon Suppression Division, in front of the Grand Master, he was nothing more than an unknown soldier, and the two had nothing in common.

But the Grand Master is the pillar of the Demon Suppression Bureau and also the pillar of countless demon suppressors.

Liu Qingshan clenched his teeth, feeling depressed, as if there was a lot of anger accumulating in his lungs that could not be relieved for a long time.

"..."

Zheng Bo was standing nearby. Hearing the conversation between the two, he felt a little nervous and said hurriedly:

"Master, you used to hang around outside, but at least you know the seriousness of the matter. This time you are really lawless!"

"If you have any grudge against me, feel free to break my right leg, but we at Jianghu Pavilion must not release this news! Do you know how serious this matter is?"

If it was a cultivator from an immortal sect, their Jianghu Pavilion could rush to take advantage of the popularity.

But this matter concerns the imperial court and the South Sea demon tribe, so it could be a big deal or a small one. Even if the Grand Master really died, it is still unknown whether the royal family wants to spread the news.

It is not their turn to interfere.

Jianghu Pavilion does make a living from "news", but not all news can be relied upon.

Feng Nangong was also unhappy in his heart. The Grand Master supported half of the Great Zhou, and his death was definitely a loss for the Great Zhou. But now that things have come to this, he still has to face it calmly, so he said:

"Don't worry, Uncle Zheng. Your legs will be broken, but the news must be published."

After saying that, Feng Nangong stood up, raised his arms and shouted: "Don't be idle, hurry up and publish the news, and spread it throughout the cultivation world as quickly as possible. After this matter is completed, this young master will reward you handsomely——"

"Ta Tata..."

Before he could finish his words, hurried footsteps were heard outside.

Immediately afterwards, a shoe whizzed over and interrupted Feng Nangong's words.

Feng Nangong avoided the attack of the shoes, poked his head out of the door, and greeted enthusiastically:

"It turns out that it's my father. Please come in quickly!"

"?!"

Feng Xiang was dressed in a brocade robe, looked energetic and walked very quickly. The moment he came in, he raised his leg and kicked towards Feng Nangong in the heart without saying a word.

The posture was as if the main account had been worn out and he wanted to stop the loss in time.

"boom--"

Liu Qingshan was quick-witted and saw Feng Xiang coming fiercely, so he quickly stood in front of Feng Nangong, crossed his arms to block Feng Xiang's flying kick, and said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Feng should respect himself when dealing with the Demon Suppression Division."

"!"

Feng Xiang stared, suspecting that he had heard it wrongly. It took him a long while to come back to his senses. He pointed at Feng Nangong with an incredible look:

"Is your Demon Suppression Bureau going to be finished? You even want this kind of stuff?!"

Liu Qingshan frowned slightly: "Mr. Feng, be careful with your words!"

Feng Xiang retracted his legs in dismay, looking unhappy, but he was unwilling to go against the Demon Suppression Division, so he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words:

"Feng Nangong, come in and talk to me!"

……

Feng Xiang was so furious that his lungs were about to explode.

Half a cup of tea ago, he received a message from his servant saying that the unfilial son had brought the Demon Suppression Bureau to the Jianghu Pavilion to put on airs and was even going to do something extremely treasonous.

Feng Xiang originally thought that Feng Nangong was playing tricks, but he didn't expect that there really was a demon-suppressing master.

Since the people from the Demon Suppression Bureau are here, they should give them the face they deserve. He beat the child behind closed doors, so the Demon Suppression Bureau should have no objection, right?

Feng Xiang walked into the study room on the second floor with a fierce momentum. When Feng Nangong came in, he said angrily:

"What the hell are you doing, you bastard?! The rules of the Demon Suppression Division are very strict, how can you go there? How did you get in?!"

Seeing his father going crazy, Feng Nangong sat calmly on the first seat and said proudly:

"Dad, what are you talking about? You look down on me, and that's fine, but you also don't allow the Demon Suppression Bureau to recognize talent? I was able to get to this position now, all thanks to my character and ability."

"Haha..." Feng Xiang sneered, "Relying on money, right?"

Feng Nangong was exposed, and his face was a little embarrassed. He slammed the table and stood up, saying:

"Old Phoenix! Why don't you pour me some tea? Although I am only a small town demon master, I hold the badge of the deputy commander and have the power to command the twelve demon-suppressing departments. Be careful with your attitude when you talk to me!"

"?!"

Feng Xiang was trembling all over and his face flushed. He was the only son of Feng Nangong. In order to cultivate his son into a talented person, he devoted all his efforts and tried his best to train him.

But things did not go as planned. Feng Nangong had average talent and a dull mind. Not only did he fail to support the family business, he even became a well-known second-generation rich man in Bianjing.

In order to temper his character, Fengxiang sent him to the northwest to dig coal and gain good experience.

It turned out that this guy was not content with his job even when mining coal. He instigated the miners to go on strike, performed his talents in the mine, and used Jianghu Pavilion to promote the workers, hoping to create a different "famous actor".

Feng Xiang regretted it. If he had known this, he should not have gone home that night. But after all, the mistake had been made. Over the years, he had been trying to guide Feng Nangong onto the right path.

But I didn’t expect... this brat not only became more and more presumptuous, but even so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!

It’s bad enough that you just point your finger at him and scold him, but you even dare to spread rumors about Wei Jinyao?

Who is Wei Jinyao? How could he die so hastily?!

"You little bastard, I'm going to beat you to death today!"

Feng Xiang took off his outer robe and gave another flying kick, determined to teach his unfilial son a lesson.

But who would have thought that Feng Xiang was stopped again as soon as he raised his leg.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

A wig suddenly appeared in the room. The wig turned into thousands of threads, entangled Feng Xiang's body, and forcibly blocked Feng Xiang's flying kick.

"?!"

Feng Xiang's breath got stuck in his throat. This was the second time he was stopped today. This feeling of frustration made his hair stand on end. He shouted angrily:

"who is it!!"

"Is it not okay for me to beat my son behind closed doors?!"

"It's fine if I stop you once, but are you annoying if I stop you twice?!"

Feng Xiang roared angrily. As the patriarch of the Feng family, although he had been hot-tempered over the years, this was the first time he lost his composure in public.

If Feng Xiang fails to kick out today, he will not be able to vent his hatred.

Outside the door, Chen Beifang touched his bald head, walked over, and said with a smile:

"You are welcome to teach your son a lesson, but before you do, Master Feng must first do what the Deputy Commander-in-Chief has instructed you to do."

"..."

When Feng Xiang saw Chen Bei coming over, his heart skipped a beat.

As everyone knows, after Lu Zhan was transferred to Bianjing, his trusted assistant in Bianjing was Chen Beifang. Chen Beifang's arrival at Jianghu Pavilion was enough to prove that this prodigal son had really become a backbone of the Demon Suppression Division.

It further proves that it was the Demon Suppression Division that wanted to announce Wei Jinyao's death.

"What if I don't agree?" Feng Xiang was upset.

Chen Beifang picked up the wig and said:

"The Twelve Departments of Demon Suppression are idle today. The directors of the Twelve Departments are here and are drinking tea in the hall. Why don't you go and have a chat with them, Mr. Feng?"

The Demon Suppression Department always follows orders.

They didn't know whether the Grand Master had really fallen, but as long as it was an order from above, they had to respect it.

Even if you are extremely sad, you must complete the task first and then find out the truth.

"..."

Feng Xiang is a smart man. Seeing this, he guessed that the Demon Suppression Division was going to use Jianghu Pavilion as a trick, but he didn't know what trick it was...

If they insist on not doing it, based on the Feng family's background, the Demon Suppression Division would not be able to openly force the Jianghu Pavilion to do anything.

But the problem is that his own stupid son is involved in this and even conspires with the Demon Suppression Bureau. The Feng family should not really break off relations with the Demon Suppression Bureau, otherwise, who knows what will become of this stupid son.

Feng Xiang quickly calmed down and said calmly:

"Master Chen, you are joking. We in Jianghu Pavilion are just ordinary people. Since the Demon Suppression Bureau insists on doing this, how dare we in Jianghu Pavilion disobey?"

"But this news is very serious, and everyone knows what consequences it will cause. We can publish it for the sake of the court, but Feng must know the truth of the matter. We cannot let thousands of innocent people in Jianghu Pavilion take risks for nothing."

"..."

Chen Beifang thought for a moment, then turned and looked at Feng Nangong with a serious expression.

In fact, he also wanted to know the truth in his heart.

The chief of the Demon Suppression Bureau... is he really gone? Chen Beifang couldn't believe it, nor did he want to believe it.

Feng Nangong knew the seriousness of the matter and did not want to tell anyone about it, but being stared at by the two made his scalp tingle, so he said:

"Dad, are you sure you want to listen? I swore a solemn oath on this matter. If I reveal any details, my dad's later years will be in tatters!"

"?!"

Feng Xiang's mood, which had just calmed down, was instantly stirred up by a huge wave. He raised his leg and kicked, saying angrily:

"Don't let anyone stop me today. I'm going to beat this beast to death today! At worst I can have another baby!"

"..."

Chen Beifang had a complicated expression and quietly stepped aside.

The mission they received was to cooperate with Feng Nan Palace. And what Feng Nan Palace had to do was to publish the news of the death of the Grand Master, which meant that they only needed to cooperate with Feng Nan Palace to complete this task.

Since Fengxiang agreed, the matter is done.