City Lord's Mansion, meeting hall!
Yu Haoran did not return Tu Xing's kneeling salute, nor did he indicate for him to rise. Instead, he sat down on a chair on the west side and indicated for Qi Liyong to drink tea.
At the same time, he secretly informed Thaling to use the possession technique to prepare for the upcoming battle.
He drank tea and rested with his eyes closed!
Yu Haoran waited until Tu Xing's breathing became heavier and the veins on his temples began to bulge. Yu Haoran suddenly put down the teacup in his hand and gestured calmly.
"Rise!"
Tu Xing's anger had been suppressed to its limit.
Just as he was about to explode, Yu Haoran suddenly spoke up. Tu Xing, who was forcefully suppressing his anger, spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Aiya, even Lord Tu is spitting out blood. He must be seriously ill."
Seeing Tu Xing forcefully suppress the anger in his heart, causing his blood and Qi to churn and spit out blood, Yu Haoran immediately came to this conclusion in shock.
Then, he deliberately revealed an expression of relief.
"As the supervisor of a city's military affairs, not only does one need to have a high cultivation, but one also needs to have a unique insight and the ability to adapt to the situation.
"From the moment this prince consort appeared in the meeting hall to the interrogation just now, it has been more than ten minutes.
"During this period of time, Lord Tu has been sitting there silently. What does this mean?"
Yu Haoran raised his head to look at Tu Xing. His expression gradually turned grave, and his tone became even more solemn.
"This means that either Lord Tu is blind and deaf, or he did not hear City Lord Lan and General Qi greet this prince consort.
"Or Lord Tu's reaction is too slow, and he only reacted when this prince consort interrogated him.
"But no matter what the situation is, this prince consort believes that Lord Tu is no longer suitable to remain as the supervisor of Weishan City.
"Thus, this prince consort intends to report Lord Tu's current situation to the Imperial Court and let His Majesty decide."
At this point, Yu Haoran's tone changed. Sadness replaced seriousness, and there was a trace of reluctance in his expression.
"From the looks of it, not only is Lord Tu blind and deaf, he is also seriously ill. In that case, this prince consort suggests that Lord Tu should retire and return to his hometown!"
Tu Xing was infuriated by the fact that Lin Fan had stripped him of his identity as an inspector with just a few fabricated words. His heart was filled with endless killing intent.
With how much Emperor Qin valued Yu Haoran, as long as he reported what he had just said, Emperor Qin would definitely approve.
As for the loyal Chief Investigator, he would not plead for her, nor would he go against Emperor Qin's orders.
Then, how could Tu Xing be willing to let the foundation that he had painstakingly built for over ten years go up in smoke in an instant?
Moreover, without the large amount of cultivation resources provided by Weishan City, how would he be able to break through to the Quasi-Martial Honorable Realm in a short period of time?
Tu Xing stared at Yu Haoran, trying his best to suppress the killing intent in his heart as he asked, "Holy son-in-law, I, Tu Xing, have only been a little arrogant and made you a little unhappy. Is it worth it for you to kill me like this?"
"Tu Xing, to be honest, it's very difficult for me to do this. It's also very heartbreaking for me."
"After all, Weishan City's achievements today are largely due to your contributions. You're a meritorious official."
Faced with Tu Xing's questioning, Yu Haoran immediately pretended to be sympathetic and said.
"However, for the sake of Emperor Qin's Kingdom's foundation, and for the sake of Weishan City's long-term stability, I can only reluctantly persuade a good official to step down."
"I hope that Lord Tu can understand my painstaking efforts."
"Yu Haoran, are you sure you want to do this?!"
Tu Xing, who was unwilling to give up everything in front of him, tried one last time.
"I'm very sure. I'm very sure."
Yu Haoran nodded heavily to express his attitude, and began to mobilize the power of the Law of Time Scars.
"If that's the case, then go to hell!"
After receiving Yu Haoran's confirmation, Tu Xing, who was filled with killing intent, instantly mobilized the strength of a peak Ninth Grade Martial Saint and transformed into a bolt of lightning as he charged towards Yu Haoran.
"Be careful, Lord Tu Xing!"
Lan Weixiong, who was of the same cultivation as Tu Xing, reacted slower. Even though he noticed Tu Xing's sneak attack, it was already too late for him to stop it. He could only loudly warn Tu Xing.
"Don't!"
At the same time, Lan Xin, who had strengthened her martial heart through the chessboard and chess pieces, decided to try her luck in the conference hall after her fruitless search for Yu Haoran. She was just in time to see Tu Xing sneak attack Yu Haoran.
A heart-wrenching feeling made her unable to hold back her heart-wrenching cries.
"Scars of Time!"
Faced with Tu Xing, who was instantly in front of him, Yu Haoran, who was sitting on the chair, coldly extended a finger and pointed at Tu Xing as he spoke softly.
Then, an aura of vicissitudes shot out from his finger and instantly shot towards Tu Xing's body.
Tu Xing's extended fist stopped in mid-air. Then, his fist and his entire body disintegrated into countless fragments. Every fragment began to evolve into a certain point in time, depicting what Tu Xing had done in the past.
Although Yu Haoran's methods had shocked Lan Weixiong greatly, what really attracted his attention was the scene of the delicate youth being killed by Tu Xing.
"Hong 'er!"
Lan Weixiong immediately cried out in grief when he saw the delicate and pretty young man being brought to an island by Tu Xing and then directly killed.
Seeing the grief-stricken Lan Weixiong, Yu Haoran sighed and softly consoled him, "City Lord Lan, my condolences!"
As the City Lord of a city and a peak Ninth Grade Martial Saint, Lan Weixiong's life could be said to be extremely blissful and perfect.
However, in this blissful life, there was a trace of regret that could not be erased. That was the fact that he did not have a son who could inherit his legacy.
Actually, it was not that he did not have one!
Lan Weixiong's second child was a boy. He was a peerless genius whose talent and potential did not lose out to Lan Xin's.
However, not long after that boy came of age, he mysteriously disappeared. This caused Lan Weixiong to be extremely saddened. He had been doing his best to investigate the cause of his disappearance and his whereabouts.
This was also the fundamental reason why he allowed Tu Xing to slowly encroach on the power and benefits of Weishan City.
This was because he did not have so much energy to spend on fighting with Tu Xing.
Now, when he saw the son he had been searching for so bitterly being killed by Tu Xing, who he had always tolerated, Lan Weixiong was filled with endless self-blame and regret.
"Lan Xin, let your father consume this pill immediately!"
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