Chapter 413: Disposing of Marquis Wuyang

That evening, Meng Chuan and his wife were having dinner together.

“A-Chuan, there are two letters here,” Liu Qiyue said, placing them on the table. “They’re both for you.”

Neither letter had been opened. The fact that the bird messenger delivered them directly to Liu Qiyue indicated they weren’t of the highest importance. Strictly confidential messages would always be received by Meng Chuan himself.

“Two letters?” Meng Chuan glanced at them, surprised. “One is from Black Sand Grotto-Heaven, and the other was forwarded by the Demon Slaying Guild? I wonder who sent me a letter through the Demon Slaying Guild.”

The Demon Slaying Guild, as the human world’s unofficial fourth major power, didn’t casually forward civilian letters to Meng Chuan. Only a member of the guild was eligible to do so. A mortal member needed to pay ‘fifty thousand taels of silver’ to send a letter to Meng Chuan, while a demon-slaying Godfiend member required ‘five thousand taels of silver.’ This was because the Demon Slaying Guild had to forward these letters through Yuanchu Mountain, and Yuanchu Mountain was unwilling to disturb Meng Chuan unnecessarily, thus setting sufficiently high thresholds.

Therefore, Meng Chuan was quite surprised to receive a letter forwarded by the Demon Slaying Guild.

“Black Sand Grotto-Heaven.” Meng Chuan opened the letter he was most interested in—the one from Black Sand Grotto-Heaven. As he read its contents, a look of excitement spread across his face.

“Did Black Sand Grotto-Heaven reply?” Liu Qiyue asked.

“Yes, they agreed,” Meng Chuan replied, nodding excitedly. “However, moving my mother requires a troop rotation, so it’s scheduled for half a month from now. I’ll go to Black Sand Grotto-Heaven to pick her up.”

“A-Chuan, your long-cherished wish is finally coming true,” Liu Qiyue said, happy for her husband.

“I’ve waited for this day for over fifty years—it’s been too long.” Having endured countless trials and tribulations, he recalled being a six-year-old child when he parted ways with his mother. Now, he was a renowned Godfiend King. Meng Chuan’s emotions surged, and he could barely contain his excitement. “I believe my father will also be very happy when he hears this news.”

“Father is still a patrol Godfiend,” Liu Qiyue reminded him. “He can’t just abandon his post.”

Meng Chuan shook his head and explained, “The three major sects are currently planning to gradually reduce the number of patrol Godfiends, allowing them to return home in batches. In half a year, there might not even be a need for patrol Godfiends throughout the world.”

“No longer needed?” Liu Qiyue asked, surprised. “Even if you, A-Chuan, eliminate all the demon kings, with so many world entrances and unstable world entrances… demons will still occasionally infiltrate. There should still be some patrol forces in various regions.”

“Demon kings who occasionally infiltrate pose a much smaller threat. The World Net will also monitor everywhere. Besides, while I was hunting down demon kings across the land, I captured some demon kings who had reached the Fourth Heaven Realm threshold as demon servants,” Meng Chuan said with a smile. “These demon servants are being sent to Yuanchu Mountain in batches, significantly boosting the overall strength of Yuanchu Mountain’s demon servants. Moving forward, only a portion of them will be needed to patrol the entire world.”

These demon servants were carefully selected from over a million demon kings.

“A large group of powerful demon servants will greatly assist the World Net,” Meng Chuan explained. “Yuanchu Mountain’s first phase of reducing patrol Godfiends involves five hundred individuals, and my father is one of them.”

Meng Chuan then opened the second letter, the one forwarded by the Demon Slaying Guild.

“Hmm?” Meng Chuan looked at the two sheets of paper inside the envelope with surprise. One was written in blood, seemingly more than a decade ago. The other was newly written.

“Chunyu Mu?” Meng Chuan muttered as he read the contents of the letter.

“What is the letter forwarded by the Demon Slaying Guild about?” Liu Qiyue asked.

“My father was once falsely accused of colluding with the Skyfiend Gate,” Meng Chuan explained. “Later, my master personally performed heavenly calculations and investigated the cause and effect, only to discover that it was Chunyu Mu from Black Sand Grotto-Heaven who was behind it.”

Liu Qiyue nodded. “You told me about this. Because it crossed sectarian boundaries, Yuanchu Mountain couldn’t punish a Black Sand Grotto-Heaven disciple. Also, with the three major sects now united against the demon race, it wasn’t easy to directly execute him.”

“Indeed.” Meng Chuan nodded. “Now, Chunyu Mu’s son has written a letter, and there’s also a letter Chunyu Mu left before his death. Both letters confirm one thing: the person who instructed Chunyu Mu was ‘Marquis Wuyang’ from Black Sand Grotto-Heaven.”

“Marquis Wuyang?” Liu Qiyue asked, puzzled. “He’s also a Marquis Godfiend from Black Sand Grotto-Heaven. Since we are Yuanchu Mountain Godfiends, it would be difficult for us to directly intervene.”

“When the false accusation failed, Black Sand Grotto-Heaven actually uncovered the truth and punished Marquis Wuyang. Because of this, Marquis Wuyang harbored a grudge against the Chunyu family, who have had a miserable time over the years. Now that they know I’ve become a Godfiend King, they immediately informed me of the matter,” Meng Chuan explained. “However, Black Sand Grotto-Heaven’s punishment wasn’t severe. Clearly, at the time, they were unwilling to deal with their own Marquis Godfiend just for my father’s sake.”

“But since he plotted against my father, I cannot spare him,” Meng Chuan declared, a murderous glint in his eyes.

Liu Qiyue pondered, then softly suggested, “Eliminate him secretly?”

“My mother is about to return, so there’s no need to make a scene now,” Meng Chuan said, forming a plan after a moment’s thought.

“What do you plan to do?” Liu Qiyue asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Meng Chuan said with a smile. For a despicable Godfiend who had plotted against his father, Meng Chuan naturally felt a strong urge to kill.

The next day.

“Take a look, it’s a personal letter from Meng Chuan,” Bai Yaoyue said, handing the letter to Meng Tiange and Mi Yu.

“From Meng Chuan?”

Meng Tiange and Mi Yu both read it, then exchanged glances.

“Meng Chuan states very clearly that he discovered Marquis Wuyang was the one who falsely accused his father and tried to have him killed, and that Marquis Wuyang instigated Chunyu Mu,” Bai Yaoyue said.

“He found out; how should we respond?” Mi Yu asked. “Logically, during wartime, plotting against a fellow Godfiend of the same race is a capital offense. Even if we don’t kill him, we certainly can’t let him off lightly. But Marquis Wuyang is, after all, a Marquis Godfiend of our Black Sand Grotto-Heaven…”

“Meng Chuan’s meaning is quite clear,” Meng Tiange stated. “He doesn’t want to offend our Black Sand Grotto-Heaven, so he’s leaving this matter for us to handle. But if we handle it leniently and let Marquis Wuyang off, even if Meng Chuan holds his tongue now, he’ll definitely harbor resentment. This Meng Chuan has killed over a million demon kings; his murderous nature is so strong that he’s definitely not indecisive. When he eventually becomes unrivaled throughout the world, he might just bring up old scores.”

Bai Yaoyue nodded and chuckled, “If he were indecisive, he wouldn’t have sent this letter. What a cunning young man, putting this dilemma before us, letting us decide whether to kill or spare him.”

“So, how should we deal with Marquis Wuyang?” Mi Yu asked.

“He brought this upon himself by harming a fellow Godfiend,” Bai Yaoyue stated coldly. “Summon him back to Black Sand Grotto-Heaven, use illusionary arts to control him, and investigate whether he conspired with the demon race. If he did, execute him directly under the charge of colluding with demons. If he didn’t, then under the charge of plotting against a fellow Godfiend, sentence him to forge divine weapons in Melting Fire Grotto-Heaven until the day he dies.”

Mi Yu and Meng Tiange nodded.

For Godfiends who have condensed their primordial spirits, their memories cannot be altered. Forcibly controlling and interrogating them with illusionary arts, if word got out, would cause strong resentment among many powerful Godfiends. If one reached the third level of primordial spirit, illusionary interrogation would be impossible. At least, contemporary Godfiends couldn’t achieve it.

Black Sand Grotto-Heaven was undergoing a troop rotation. Bai Nianyun and Marquis Wuyang were both rotated out and returned to Black Sand Grotto-Heaven on the same day.