Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

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After finally seeing hope, Zhang Xuan was unwilling to wait any longer.

He pulled Jiang He and pushed through the crowd towards the front.

"What are you doing!"

The people who had been waiting for a long time showed their discontent, but upon seeing the chilling profound armor on the man, they could only roll their eyes and said nothing more.

"Excuse me, excuse me."

Zhang Xuan nodded apologetically to the crowd and then stepped into the office.

Liu Kun had just put down his pen when he looked up to see Zhang Xuan's bitter face: "..." Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

He inwardly groaned.

Song State would beg for help from the Martial Temple almost every half a year, and every time they accumulated some merit to enter the Imperial City, they would bring up the demon calamity; he was already an old acquaintance.

"If you're here to report merits, get in line at the back..."

Liu Kun sighed inwardly, about to find a way to brush him off with some words, but before he could finish, he saw Zhang Xuan silently pulling the person behind him forward.

Jiang He grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head.

Seeing this, Liu Kun too fell silent for a moment and immediately recognized the identity of the Martial Temple disciple. Such people had complicated relationships and were the most difficult to deal with.

Pushed by Zhang Xuan, Jiang He reluctantly spoke, "I, I know Officer Shen, could you please introduce us."

Upon hearing this underwhelming speech, Zhang Xuan's heart sank.

As expected, it was all bluster.

But at this moment, he had no other choice but to stare blankly at Liu Kun sitting behind the counter.

"..."

Liu Kun sighed and got up to walk towards the curtain: "Wait here, I'll go report to the officer."

He stood outside and whispered a few words, quickly receiving a response.

"Let them in."

"Understood."

Liu Kun probably didn't realize how troublesome Zhang Xuan of Song State could be. A Demon-suppression Great General acting like someone drowning, clinging to any straw in desperation, not letting go of a hemp rope once grasped.

He wasn't someone who could be dismissed with just a few words.

Liu Kun walked back to the counter, glanced at Zhang Xuan, and through gritted teeth whispered something that only the two of them could hear: "Officer Shen is a disciple of the Martial Temple."

This not only highlighted the esteemed status of Shen Yi but also contained an extremely important piece of information.

Unlike ordinary disciples, those of the Martial Temple were Yin God Cultivators, not Primordial Grandmasters.

Before you speak, weigh whether you can afford to offend a young prodigy who comes to claim a sinecure.

Upon hearing this.

Zhang Xuan suddenly stood there dumbfounded, then turned to look at Jiang He in astonishment.

He knew there were exaggerations in the other's words, but he hadn't expected them to go this far, not even clarifying what Officer Shen cultivated before daring to claim they had sparred a few times.

Jiang He's eyes twitched twice, and he simply shut his mouth firmly.

"Go on in. Are you waiting for the officer to come out and invite you?" Liu Kun glared at the two of them.

Since the report had already been made, the procedure had to be followed.

Zhang Xuan walked in with a gloomy face, bowed his head, lifted the long drapes, and stepped inside. Although Jiang He couldn't hold his tongue, he still had some sense of loyalty and quickly followed.

The second time he saw the young man.

The other party was dressed in a dark robe, sitting quietly behind the desk. His youthful but handsome face might seem a bit young, but to Jiang He, it strangely emanated an aura of authority.

An Inspector who controlled the Jiuzhou Demon-Suppressing Bureau, overseeing noble families and sects throughout the land.

Whether he could really control them was another matter, but at the very least, in name, all the demons of the Great Qian Dynasty were under his jurisdiction.

Jiang He bowed, then felt something was off. The pleasantries he had prepared were a jumbled mess in his mind. When he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a word.

"Stick to the point."

Shen Yi nodded slightly, and as he spoke, the two men's tense bodies relaxed a little.

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"This humble official from Song State, Zhang Xuan, pays his respects to Office Shen."

Zhang Xuan tried hard not to look too nervous. Having respectfully completed his greeting, he suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

If the person before him weren't a Primordial Grandmaster, speaking would be useless, but staying silent could be considered a provocation to the Demon-suppression Bureau Inspector. No matter what he did, it seemed inappropriate.

The conversations of the few people before hadn't escaped Shen Yi's ears.

He knew what the other was worried about and his voice softened slightly, "Just speak your mind. Besides being a Yin God Cultivator, I also know a thing or two about Body Refining techniques."

Body Refining techniques?

Zhang Xuan managed a wry smile as he lifted his head, but since his worry had been seen through, he stopped beating around the bush, "Reporting to the Inspector, sir, there are two Demon Kings causing havoc in Song State, and we truly... are barely holding on."

"Two?"

Shen Yi stood up and walked up to the two men.

It seemed as if Zhang Xuan had been holding back for a long time. Even if he couldn't solve the problem, he wanted to vent in front of his superior, "That Demon King..."

But before he could finish speaking, he was stunned to see Officer Shen walk past them both, heading out.

What was happening?

Shen Yi lifted the curtain and looked back indifferently, "No need to worry, we can talk on the road."

Zhang Xuan was taken aback once more. It was only after Jiang He gave him a secretive nudge that he realized what was happening.

Was Officer Shen planning to inspect Song State?!

After so many visits to the General Office, he had never encountered such a straightforward situation.

"Why overthink it... Bringing the Inspector with you back is surely better than going back alone!"

Jiang He bit his lip in frustration, as if hating that iron was not becoming steel.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuan hurriedly chased after Shen Yi. Stepping out of the partition, he saw Liu Kun staring at him as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Officer Shen, you've only just arrived at the Martial Temple—no, that is, I didn't mean to overstep... it's just that... I'll go ready the horse and carriage for you."

After stuttering his words, Liu Kun saw Officer Shen simply shake his head.

"No need for a carriage, just prepare two good horses."

If even General Chen Qiankun owned such extraordinary swift horses, then the Jiuzhou Demon Suppression Division Headquarters would naturally have even better mounts.

Liu Kun swiftly ran out and soon led back two dark Demon Horses, their bodies covered with scales, as if they were clad in black armor.

"Officer Shen, do we need to inform Wu Dao'an?"

He held the reins, watching incredulously as Shen Yi mounted one of the horses. Was this any way to do things?

The Demon-suppression Bureau inspectors for Jiuzhou wouldn't summon troops nor send out documents, just ride off on horses like this?

Zhang Xuan mounted the other Demon Horse, still feeling confused. Before he could come to his senses, the two Demon Horses were already galloping towards the city gates.

"We're leaving just like this?"

Liu Kun watched the Demon Horses disappear around the corner and suddenly slapped himself hard.

The Inspector, who had just been brought back by Wu Dao'an yesterday, had left the Imperial City after staying just one night.

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Martial Temple First Court.

Wu Dao'an stood with his hands behind his back in front of the small courtyard, cleared his throat, and said, "Junior Brother Shen, I've come to see how you are."

The other had only taken the Tri-Elemental Ascension Method yesterday. Even though he couldn't guide Shen Yi, it was always right to show concern.

He waited quietly for a moment.

The door of the house was tightly shut, with no response coming forth.

"Junior Brother Shen?"

Wu Dao'an frowned slightly and raised his voice a bit more.

He let his hands fall from where they were folded behind his back.

It was not common for a Yin God Cultivator to be tired from the journey, surely he wasn't still in bed until now?