Great Feng Demon Slayers Bureau
Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Transformations. A web of unresolved mysteries. The beheading of demons and slaying of spirits. During the Great Feng era, monsters and ghosts wreaked havoc upon the mortal world, corrupt officials ran rampant, and a hidden tide of power struggles surged beneath the imperial throne. Han Chong, having crossed over into this realm, found himself an ordinary constable in a county office. Yet with the awakening of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Summoning System, he hunted demons and exorcised spirits, brought corrupt officials and treacherous villains to justice, and reveled in the thrill of it all. He soon entered the Department of Demon Justice, overseeing both court and commoners, cracking major cases one after another, bringing clarity to the world, and rescuing the people from peril and suffering. Daoists, Confucians, Buddhists, demons, devils, ghosts, cultists, shamans, and immortals all made their appearance, bearing witness to Han Chong’s bizarre rise to power and dominance. “Who can slay the chaos-bringing monsters and ghosts? When all heroes are helpless, I alone ascend to immortality!”
Great Feng Demon Slayers Bureau
During the Great Feng era, in Qingqian County, Peijun Prefecture, Yunzhou.
The night was dark and the wind howled across the desolate countryside, the mournful cries of eagles and hawks occasionally piercing the wailing gusts.
Near the edge of the Blackridge wildwood stood a deep, secluded mansion, covering ten acres. Black tiles topped blue-gray walls, within which more than a dozen dim lamps flickered like ghostly fire over forgotten graves.
A woman's terrified, sharp scream suddenly pierced the silence of the courtyards, echoing through the compound. Yet not a single door or window stirred—only the constant wind and the birds' cries remained, as if nothing had happened.
"Strange," muttered a young constable in plain clothes, lying flat along the sloping eave of a side wing. His breath fogged in the cold. "There are dozens of servants and maids in this Lin manor, and yet such a shrill scream brings no response. Did they all go deaf together? Truly bizarre!"
The young man’s features were rather handsome but deathly pale, his large, dark eyes wide and bloodshot. His slightly trembling, rough hands betrayed the training of a novice martial artist.
His name was Han Chong, a constable from Qingqian County. He had lain atop this rooftop for three hours, nearly frozen stiff, yet had not dared to move.
Only now, upon hearing the woman’s scream, did he grit his teeth and, moving stealthily, slid down using the bare branch of a withered willow.
One hand on his blade, the other against the wall, he crep
