Demon Sect Cultivation: I Can Disable Debuffs - Chapter 42

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Two burly attendants stood in front of Zhang Chen, arrogantly declaring, “Our young master is the son of the county magistrate. It’s your lucky day that he has taken a liking to your horse. How dare you not sell it!”

Zhang Chen squinted his eyes and said, “Get lost.”

The two attendants rolled up their sleeves and looked fierce, saying, “You’re courting death, kid!”

“I’m pleased to have encountered such a fine horse today, so I’ll let him off. I’ll pay you 500 taels of silver for it,” the young master waved his hand to stop his attendants.

“I’ll say it one last time. It’s not for sale.” Zhang Chen was also impatient.

“I see you’re asking for trouble!” The two attendants glared at each other.

The young man’s face darkened. He had to have this valuable horse. “Are you sure you won’t sell it?”

Zhang Chen ignored him and continued walking forward.

The young master suddenly shouted, “You little thief, how dare you steal my family’s horse! Seize him!”

“Yes!” The two followers responded and prepared to attack.

“If you love horses so much, then die under their hooves, ” Zhang Chen’s tone was icy.

The horse demon raised its hooves and stomped. The two attendants spewed blood from their mouths and flew backwards, crashing heavily to the ground, their lives hanging by a thread.

The sudden turn of events terrified the young master, leaving him paralyzed on the ground.

On the other hand, Zhang Chen had no intention of showing mercy. The horse demon kicked the young master to death.

“Ah! He killed someone, he killed someone…

The people who had been watching the scene ran away in fear, shouting in alarm.

Zhang Chen felt that he was still very suitable for the Demon Sect. He sought revenge for the slightest grievance and respected the principle of ‘those who offend me shall die’.

If it were the righteous path, such behavior would surely be condemned by many.

They said that his attacks were ruthless and that they did not deserve to die.

Zhang Chen acted as if nothing had happened. He walked into a shop selling saddles and said to the trembling shopkeeper, “Give my horse a saddle.”

“Sir… sir, your horse is much taller than an ordinary horse, and my shop doesn’t have a suitable saddle.” The shopkeeper stuttered and dared not sell even if he had one.

If Zhang Chen ran away, he might be accused of aiding and abetting the fugitive by the furious county magistrate or his accomplices.

“No? Can’t you make one now?” Zhang Chen frowned slightly.

Seeing Zhang Chen frown, the shopkeeper was afraid of being killed and did not dare to refuse any longer. “I… I can, if… if you can wait, I… I’ll make it for you.”

“How long will it take?”

“Ab… About two hours.”

“Okay, let’s do it.” Zhang Chen nodded.

The shopkeeper gave instructions to his assistants for the materials while stealing glances at Zhang Chen.

His horse kicked the son of the county magistrate to death. Shouldn’t he be running away? Even if the county magistrate is slow, he should have arrived with his men within two hours.

I’ll help him make a saddle. I can use the excuse to stall the murderer. The shopkeeper’s movements slowed down a bit as he thought about this.

An hour later, a middle-aged man wearing the county magistrate’s uniform and carrying a wooden sword, rushed over with more than 20 constables.

“My son!”

Before he came, the county still had hope that his son might not be dead and was only knocked out by the horse.

But when he saw the disfigured body on the ground, he had to accept the truth and wept bitterly.

The county magistrate trembled as he closed his son’s eyes, then raised his head with a fierce expression: “Where is the culprit? I want him to pay for my son’s life!”

“The culprit is in the saddle shop up ahead, your honor.” A witness immediately stepped forward to report.

“What a thief! He killed my son and didn’t even run away. Is he looking down on me?”

The county magistrate gnashed his teeth and led the constables towards the shop where Zhang Chen was.

“Surround this place and don’t let the criminal escape!”

“Yes!”

More than 20 constables scattered and surrounded the shop.

The county magistrate saw the horse demon at first glance. If it had been before, as someone who loved horses, he would have found a way to capture the horse.

But now, he only wanted to tear this horse that had kicked his son to pieces and offer it as a sacrifice to his son’s soul in heaven.

The county magistrate turned to Zhang Chen, who was exceptionally calm beside him. “Did you drive your horse to attack and kill my son?”

“Yes,” Zhang Chen calmly admitted, as if it was only a chicken or duck that had been kicked to death by a horse.

“Okay, okay, okay, take him down!” The county magistrate laughed out of anger.

More than 20 constables drew their swords and carefully surrounded Zhang Chen.

They dared not be careless. Anyone who faced a killer who remained calm even when surrounded was either extremely confident in his skills or simply a fool.

The former was obviously more likely.

Constables acted only on orders and hustled for their livelihoods. Among them, there might be a few good people.

Although Zhang Chen did not consider himself a good person, he did not want to kill too many people.

With a flick of his finger, a drop of blood shot out.

The county magistrate had a thumb-sized hole in his forehead and looked incredulous as he slowly fell.

“Bang!”

It was not until the sound of a corpse falling to the ground was heard that the constables realized that the county magistrate was dead.

When did he die?

Was itjust the killer’s snap of a finger?

The constables felt a chill run down their spines and broke out in cold sweat. Zhang Chen said lightly, “I don’t want to kill too many people. You guys can leave.”

The constables looked at each other and wanted to retreat.

One or two taels ofsilver a month, is it worth risking our lives?

However, one of the constables did not back down. “Don’t be afraid, everyone. If he has the confidence to kill us, he won’t let us leave. Catching the criminal is a great achievement.”

Hearing this, many constables wavered again.

The constable then said to Zhang Chen, “Although I don’t know what means you used to kill the county magistrate, murder requires the death penalty. I will not let you, a criminal, go!”

Zhang Chen did not know if this constable was putting on a show or using his subordinates, or if he was genuinely upright.

“The son of the county magistrate wanted to seize and take away my horse, accused me of stealing it, and sent me to prison. Should I not have killed him?” “Whether it’s good or bad, right or wrong, it’s up to the authorities to decide. It’s not up to you to decide!” The constable said righteously.

Zhang Chen stared at this person. “His father is a county magistrate. If I were an ordinary person and entered the yamen, what do you think my sentence would be?”

The constable hesitated. “I’m sure the county magistrate will see to it that justice is done.”

Zhang Chen chuckled. “You don’t even believe it yourself, yet you want others to believe it?”

The constable was unconvinced. “If you don’t go to the yamen, how do you know that the county magistrate will not administer justice for you? Surrender yourself and come with me to the yamen. I will definitely find out the truth for you.”

Zhang Chen sneered. “Aren’t you afraid of death?”

“If everyone is afraid of death, why do we need constables? Who would go catch criminals like you?” The constable faced death without fear.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll grant your wish. ” Zhang Chen once again pricked his finger, drawing out a drop of blood.

The constable now had another bloody hole in his forehead, and he fell straight to the ground.

“Those who stand in my way will die.” Zhang Chen glanced at the other constables.

The constables retreated one by one, but they didn’t dare leave, afraid of being punished by the county magistrate later.

Zhang Chen did not mind and waited for the saddle to be prepared. An hour later, a few men placed the saddle on the horse’s back.

“How much for the saddle?” Zhang Chen asked.

“I dare not take any money. Take it if you like,” the shopkeeper replied, actually afraid of being held accountable afterwards.

By not accepting money, he could also claim he was robbed or coerced, and be seen as the victim.

Zhang Chen tossed a piece of silver and said, “I’m buying, not robbing.”

With that, he raised his hand and a large amount of blood gushed out, revealing his identity as a cultivator..