Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Just practice according to the Cultivation Technique, is it that difficult?

It's not like creating a martial art from scratch.
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Shen Yi felt the confusion accumulating in his mind and gently rubbed his temples.

The lifespans of a great number of demons were rapidly depleting.

He finally sensed the Yin God in his energy sea beginning to change.

[In the 793rd year, you thought that perhaps this Cultivation Technique is merely providing a concept, with no correct answer, or maybe all answers are correct. Instead of daydreaming, it's better to practice first.]

In an instant, the vast white mist was stirred up again.

They all flowed into the Yin God, following a mysterious trajectory and slowly circulating.

But the entire circulation process was not smooth, rather it was extremely unrefined.

There were even moments when, halfway through the circulation, the direction would suddenly change.

[In the 2,900th year, you always felt something was amiss, as if you had just made a mistake, then for the umpteenth time, you changed your approach.]

"..."

Shen Yi silently watched the prompt on the panel and sighed in his heart.

Luckily, the calamity befell the Yin God and not himself, as with such a method of practice, sooner or later he would have gone mad from the internal chaos.

Forget it, just treat it as practice.

The boundless Incense Willpower finally began to decrease.

In exchange was a condensed, substantial Yin God.

It was still sitting cross-legged, its facial features becoming clearer, but its expression was increasingly indifferent, as if it had distanced itself from the mundane world, freed from the secular life, and become more and more like a deity on an altar.

The most noticeable change was the emergence of a lucky cloud circling around it.

The white mist was still condensing, and there seemed to be a tendency to gather a second lucky cloud, but suddenly the change stopped, and it continued to maintain the form of mist.

Shen Yi subconsciously looked at the Incense Willpower and found that about one-third was left.

He looked down at the panel to see that the demon's lifespan had been exhausted…

[In the 4,736th year, you had long since broken through to a Middle Realm Martial Immortal, and just as you touched upon the bottleneck of a higher realm, you suddenly felt that your lifespan was nearing its end, unavoidably giving rise to feelings of time wasted, sighing in secret…]

[Martial Immortal. Tri-Elemental Ascension Method: Minor Achievement]

"Hiss!"

Shen Yi suddenly clutched at his forehead, feeling as if he had personally crossed an endless abyss and was about to reach the other side when he suddenly became exhausted, despairingly plummeting down, so close yet without a chance of reaching it.

He struggled to adjust his heavy breathing, helplessly looking at another line of text.

[Remaining lifespan: 2,956 years]

The lifespan that was exhausted was that of the demon's, not his own, so why worry about wasted time?

After breaking through to the Primordial Realm, his lifespan has increased by a full 2,000 years. Now in his twenties, he is in the prime of his life and won't be affected by such emotions.

Shen Yi quickly recovered his composure and continued to pretend to be a wooden post.

He released Lady Qinghua and stuffed her into the Yin God.

The next moment, a tall figure accompanied by white mist appeared in the room, surrounded by lucky clouds, truly resembling an immortal descending to earth.

A powerful aura swept through, nearly prompting Shen Yi to open his eyes to see.

"My master's Dharma Body is too powerful; Qinghua is somewhat overwhelmed…"

Lady Qinghua's voice echoed in his mind again.

A demon soul that had been cultivated for ten thousand years was now starting to complain.

"..."

Shen Yi touched the connection with Qinghua with his divine sense, then forcefully linked her.

Once more, the thought to open his eyes arose.

The young man sitting on the bed remained still, but the Yin God standing in the room slowly opened its eyes, its originally indifferent face turning even colder and more severe.

"Huff."

This was Shen Yi's first time controlling the Yin God; he found it fresh and looked at his own body with some curiosity.

Qinghua hadn't lied; this Yin God's body was indeed a bit too strong. Compared to it, the demon soul was relatively weak, and every movement felt somewhat hindered.

Looking at the lucky cloud beside him,

He was inexplicably reminded of the three cloud patterns on the uniform of the Demon-suppression Marshal.

Perhaps the reason the cloud pattern was used as a symbol was due to the Tri-Elemental Ascension Method. One lucky cloud is a symbol of a Middle Realm Martial Immortal, and the gathering of three cloud patterns signifies the ability to condense a Golden Body Dharma Identity, slay demons, suppress evil, and protect Great Qian.

"Let's make do for now. We can change it later,"

Shen Yi transferred control to Qinghua and returned to his own body.

Without stronger demons around, he would have to make do for now.

"Change?"

Lady Qinghua was somewhat astonished but didn't dare to ask more.

Had her master's divine skills become so powerful that he could even change the Yin God?

Could it be that he wanted to replace her…

At that thought, Lady Qinghua suddenly stepped forward timidly, cautiously starting to massage Shen Yi's shoulders.

The Yin God could manipulate Incense Willpower, and although it was of no benefit to the physical body, it was still pleasantly warm and comfortable.

Shen Yi was already weary from the emotional feedback from thousands of years of deducing.

He didn't refuse.

It's said that all Martial Immortals have their eccentricities, so if Shen Yi liked to use the Yin God to massage his body, it didn't seem so strange.

As long as he communicated through his mind, no one would be able to tell that the body was "alive."

"When no one's around, change your appearance,"

Shen Yi quietly glanced at that face and felt somewhat uneasy.

"Qinghua obeys,"

The white mist around the Yin God stirred slightly and immediately took on the appearance of Lady Qinghua, a simple trick of Incense Willpower, nothing difficult.

She had once been a well-known Demon King, never having served anyone before, so her technique was a bit raw; fortunately, Shen Yi was not particular about it.

He rested for a night.

The next morning dawned.

Shen Yi retracted his Yin God and then placed Lady Qinghua back behind the panel. After all, they were under the watchful eyes of Divinity Transcendent Realm Cultivators; it was safer to be cautious.

With the lifespans of demons exhausted, staying in the Martial Temple no longer held meaning.

He stepped toward the courtyard exit.

Perhaps due to the early hour, there were quite a few more people in Yi Courtyard, all idly chatting in the yard.

The couple in white seemed to hold an extremely high status. Though they were taciturn, the others would seek their opinion on whatever subject they discussed.

At that moment, he rose and smiled, "Young Master, please wait a moment."

The middle-aged man holding a sword scabbard bowed slightly, "I am Lin Qingyang from Li State Instrument Sect, and this is my wife. May I know your honorable surname?"

Li State Instrument Sect.

Precious Tools of exceptional quality?

Shen Yi slowed his pace and nodded politely, "No need for formalities, I'm Shen Yi."

Hearing their conversation, the rest of the Yi Courtyard disciples quieted down and bowed towards the young man.

Though the man seemed young, by being admitted to Jia Courtyard, he was someone with the potential to achieve the Divinity Transformation Realm. In terms of status, as a disciple of the Martial Temple, he was considered a master to the group.

"Are you heading out? Is there anything we can assist you with?" Madam Lin asked with a smile.

"I'm going to take my seat," Shen Yi replied simply and bid farewell to everyone.

Precious Tools of exceptional quality were tempting, but they weren't going anywhere; the lifespans of demons were of more importance right now.

Take his seat? Watching Shen Yi walk away, the people exchanged glances of confusion.

He had just entered the Martial Temple and certainly obtained a Cultivation Technique; instead of focusing on cultivating, he's going to take a seat somewhere. Could it be that he's still serving in the Imperial Court?

...

The Martial Temple towered high, flanked by two General Offices.

Even in the early morning, many people gathered around.

There were those collecting rewards, undergoing Martial Temple Refinement, and returning to report on their duties.

Shen Yi looked at the long queue and walked straight in, catching the attention of many.

"Not wearing the official attire, which state's General is this?"

A few people at the front of the line looked over in surprise.

If a General cuts in line, it's no longer considered cutting.

What they saw next was Liu Kun, who had been behind the counter, suddenly pushing the Demon-suppression Great General in front of him away, standing up swiftly from his chair, standing as straight as a spear.

"Officer Shen, what brings you here?"

"Where is my seat?" Shen Yi asked as he arrived behind the counter, after which Liu Kun paused for a moment before hurriedly pointing to an adjacent compartment, "I'll take you there right away."

"No need, carry on with your work," said Shen Yi as he walked unhurriedly to the compartment and lifted the curtain to enter.

"..."

Liu Kun swallowed and turned instinctively to look at the queue of Demon-suppression Bureau personnel.

Indeed, the expressions of that group had changed.

Even if Liu Kun hadn't announced the title, they weren't fools; they could understand the situation at hand.

After many years, the Demon-suppression Bureau finally had another Patrol Envoy.

"That's not good!"

Liu Kun secretly pinched himself; he was usually sharp in his dealings, but he had slipped up this time.

Thinking he had seen things clearly and that Officer Shen was placed there by Officer Wu to "eat without working," he hadn't made any preparations.

Who knew that the other party would actually come to the General Office to flaunt his new position?

Now, with so many witnesses... there was no stopping this!

The Jiuzhou Demon Suppression Division had long been plagued by persistent demon troubles, and everyone had their own worries.

If Officer Shen were to lose face, he probably would suffer greatly.

"Be quiet, everyone, and keep the line!"

Clenching his teeth and slapping the counter forcefully, Liu Kun managed to redirect people's attention, but whispers continued to spread out of control.

At the end of the queue,

a middle-aged man wearing profound armor walked from a distance and stood still, allowing his companion to spout nonsense. He offered occasional smiles in response, but his eyes betrayed an inescapable anxiety and distress.

"Old Zhang, I'm not trying to criticize you, but what's so good about staying in Song State? You should've come to the Martial Temple earlier like I did, with no shortage of Precious Medicines and Cultivation Techniques, and the chance to meet many experts."

Jiang He slapped his shoulder with a chuckle, "Just yesterday, I met an outstanding talent from Qingzhou who had just joined the Yi Courtyard as a full-circle dan practitioner. Young and promising, he's bound to be a Primordial Grandmaster. I had a few exchanges with Brother Shen, which greatly benefitted me and improved my cultivation immensely."

"Congratulations, Brother Jiang," Zhang Xuan forced a smile. Jiang's ability to call a Demon-suppression Marshal 'brother' rested on his talent for sweet talk. If he believed that again, he'd be a fool.

Just then, the low buzz of conversation began to spread.

Even demon hunters gathered to listen in, and they were the best at collecting information. One of them even called out the name directly.

"I know someone from the Martial Temple; that's the General from Qingzhou, named Shen. Just arrived in Imperial City yesterday and got promoted to Deputy Patrol Envoy!"

The clamor reached Zhang Xuan's ears.

He stood still for a long time, rubbing his ears in disbelief, "Patrol Envoy... Patrol Envoy..."

As if reminded of something, he suddenly turned and grabbed his companion's hand, "Brother Jiang, you just said you met a talent from Qingzhou, also surnamed Shen. Could it be... could you introduce me..."

If Jiang wasn't spouting nonsense again and really had that connection, if he could invite a Patrol Envoy back to his place—

Zhang Xuan's breathing grew heavier.

"Umm..."

Jiang He licked his lips, suddenly feeling stiff, "I might have remembered wrong. Probably a different surname..."

Seeing Zhang Xuan's eager look, he said with a bitter smile, "I'll do my best, but don't get your hopes up too high."

What connections? He barely even knew the man's name.

Moreover, this Patrol Envoy might not be what Zhang Xuan was imagining. If he were a Primordial Grandmaster, why would he need to join the Martial Temple?