Hou Qi and Li Gou were quite familiar; Hou Qi had spent several years in Li Gou's squad before returning to Qinghe County. After explaining the ins and outs of the situation, Hou Qi began criticizing the unscrupulous steward, Xiao Erxian. He detailed Xiao Erxian's years of cunning exploitation under the pretext of Prince Ning's authority, concluding with, "Li Ge, don't think I'm exaggerating. I assure you, I've stated the facts conservatively!"

Li Gou, listening with a smile, nodded repeatedly. He knew Hou Qi wouldn't deceive him in such matters. The implication was clear: dealing lightly with such a person would be against the natural order; it was a matter of wealth!

Chen Xuance, standing nearby, listened with great interest. He also understood that, as the official Constable, the financial avenues for executing tasks had opened up for him.

Upon reaching their destination, with everyone waiting at the mansion's entrance, Hou Qi left to find Prince Ning's steward. While it was just one of Prince Ning's mansions in Qinghe County, it was still quite opulent, thanks to Prince Ning's wealth. With red-tiled roofs, green walls, and an ancient aesthetic, the entrance had two enormous stone lions that appeared to be crafted by a master. Even the old stones that one would dismount from were carved with birds and beasts. The richness and prosperity were evident.

Li Gou and his group could have forced their way in, but considering Hou Qi's future livelihood in Qinghe County, such actions were imprudent. Dealing with the town's god was easy, but troubling the small devils could lead to unnecessary complications. It was just a matter of waiting a bit longer.

While openly challenging the Constable's Office was unheard of in Daliang, it didn't mean there weren't those secretly trying to undermine its internal affairs. The Constable's Office wasn't a clean government office; each officer or leader had significant external influences.

When it was time to strike hard, they wouldn't hesitate, and when there was no need to show off, they acted like honest people. Furthermore, without the main player present, where would they get the silver? Could they possibly raid someone else's mansion? They were the Constable's Office, not the Black Cloak Guards; such actions were unacceptable.

Before long, a middle-aged man with a three-pronged mustache, dressed like a local official, arrived with four or five attendants, accompanying Hou Qi. This was Prince Ning's steward in Qinghe County, Xiao Erxian. He politely greeted the Constable's Office group, suppressing his fear, "I am Xiao Erxian, Prince Ning's steward. I appreciate your efforts in coming here. Let's resolve the matter first, shall we?"

The unspoken message was clear: let's handle the task first, and once it's done, Prince Ning's mansion will not mistreat anyone. After Li Gou nodded, Steward Xiao Erxian opened the main gate, gesturing with his right hand.

Once the Constable's Office members entered, Xiao Erxian followed, taking his time. Inside the gate, an exquisite scene unfolded before them—pavilions, towers, carved railings, artificial hills, beautiful stones, and a myriad of flowers. The group didn't have time to appreciate the rare luxury architecture as they headed straight to the courtyard where the Black Bull was confined.

Arriving at the spot, Xiao Erxian didn't take action; instead, he instructed his attendants to open the courtyard gate. With a clatter, the wooden boards sealing the gate were quickly dismantled.

The moment the gate swung open, everyone gasped in amazement! The enormous bull, originally just over two meters tall, had grown to an astonishing three meters in height and five meters in length! At that moment, it stood with closed eyes, an awe-inspiring sight.

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The entire courtyard was dominated by the colossal black ox, with scattered human remains strewn across the ground, emitting a gruesome and intense atmosphere. Chen Xuance, using his fortune-telling technique, observed a dark aura rising over a meter high from the ox's body. On the ox's head, there was a pitch-black ghostly face that, upon closer inspection, resembled an ugly monkey.

"Possessed by the Monkey-faced Ghost, demonic, forty years of cultivation. Malevolent, suppress."

"Bull demon, twenty years of cultivation. Malevolent, suppress."

Information appeared in Chen Xuance's mind, and he felt relieved. Thunder in his palm could restrain the soul, and dealing with a twenty-year-old bull demon was feasible.

Just a moment ago, he indeed panicked. Anyone would shudder upon encountering a colossal creature over three meters tall and five meters long.

For instance, Li Gou at this moment: "Who recognizes this thing?" His question was tinged with a trembling tone.

While speaking, he looked around at everyone, genuinely clueless about what this creature was. If it was a bull demon, given their squad's size, they could handle it, but they had to be prepared to sacrifice lives. At least half of them would have to leave their lives here.

The elderly members of the squad shook their heads one after another. Li Gou didn't look at Chen Xuance; as someone who had just become an official Constable, he couldn't be expected to recognize such things.

As Li Gou was getting ready to fill the gap with his life, the bald monk beside Chen Xuance nodded and made some gestures with his hands.

Feeling a sudden enlightenment, Li Gou couldn't help but feel a bit irritated. Why was this monk practicing some useless meditation at such a crucial moment? Someone's life was at stake!

Fortunately, Daoist Wang Qingxuan had keen eyes. He quickly translated the monk's actions: "The monk says he has seen relevant records. This creature is called a Xuan Bull, usually pure white and considered an auspicious sign. However, a Xuan Bull's body usually doesn't exceed one meter in length. This one seems to be enchanted."

Li Gou widened his eyes and looked at Wang Qingxuan, feeling that something was off. He tilted his head slightly toward San Zang, astonished, and asked three consecutive questions, "What did you say? Enchanted? Are you sure?"

Li Gou couldn't be blamed for being shocked. In his four-plus years with the Constable's Office, he had only encountered a demon once. That time, the original leader of the Huang Four team died, and Liu, who became the new leader, took over. Fortunately, they were lucky enough to encounter the leader of the Xuan Three team, who happened to pass by while completing other tasks. Only then did they manage to escape with their lives.

San Zang nodded at the shining bald head, starting another round of gestures and signals.

Daoist Wang Qingxuan continued translating, "The monk confirms it."

After organizing his words, he completed the translation of San Zang's signals. Two hundred years ago, the Shasheng Temple had dealt with a demonization incident involving a black sheep. The creature's body had expanded to over two meters in height and three meters in length. The current state of the Xuan Bull suggested it was in the process of demonization. Leaving a distance of ten meters would prevent any attacks. Or, in other words, the creature's consciousness was unclear at the moment.

However, within half a day, the demonization would be complete.

"How do we handle this thing? Do you know, monk?" Li Gou urgently asked the monk for more information.

San Zang continued signaling, and Wang Qingxuan translated, "Use the Extreme Yang spell to bombard its head and destroy the soul possessed by the demonic force."

Li Gou was at a loss now. He initially thought it was just an ordinary livestock turned demon. How could he have expected to encounter a demon? What was a demon anyway? It gathered the filth of the world, condensed evil energy, and formed by coincidence.

Pure demons were not artificially bred, and it took decades to create one. Since nobody expected it, thinking it was a simple case of ordinary livestock turning into a demon, that's why they sent their small squad.

As for the Extreme Yang spell, it was a Taoist technique, each family had its own, and all were closely guarded secrets. The elderly members of Li Gou's team were mostly refugees and had no such skills. Could they rely on Wang Qingxuan, a newcomer? If he had such skills, why didn't he join the Huang Zi team?

Desperate, Li Gou turned to Wang Qingxuan and asked eagerly, "Wang Qingxuan, right? Can you perform the Extreme Yang spell?"

The members of the Constable's Office, along with Steward Xiao Erxian and his group, stared fixedly at Wang Qingxuan.