Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

After capturing the Howling Moon Demon King and feeding the demon blood to the Jiao Immortal until it reached the Demon King level,

Shen Yi's mere physical strength had become far too much for ordinary demons to withstand.

With one punch, he smashed the Bear Demon's head into the mountainside.

Then he pulled it out and hammered down another punch.

"I am... a lord... you abomination..."

The old Bear Demon's eyes were both smashed, and amidst the excruciating pain, it desperately tried to struggle to its feet.

Every time it managed to sit up, Shen Yi delivered a kick that smashed it back to the ground.

Punches rained down like a violent storm.

"Louder, I can't hear you."

Listening to the indifferent voice beside his ear, the Black Bear opened its bloody maw, "I am—"

Beneath the dark robe, a pale arm suddenly pierced through its jaw and then smashed its tongue to pieces.

"You're what?"

"Augh!"

The Bear Demon whimpered as the arm that had just pulled back struck and shattered half of its skull.

It was Lord Crimson...

Adorned in lavish armor, with fur that glowed red brightly,

It looked as majestic as a divine general.

Yet now it lay forced on the ground, unable to even rise.

Shen Yi did not use anything else, not even touching his Qianyuan sword at his waist, and his fists never stopped moving even for a moment.

Not until his arms ached and his body was splashed with thick blood did he slowly stand upright from the bear's corpse, as the entire mountain seemed ready to collapse as if it could crumble apart at any moment.

The wet ink robe came into view of everyone at the base of the mountain.

The young man stood atop the massive bear corpse, his figure tiny, but the sense of oppression made it hard for everyone to breathe.

"..."

He silently looked at the body under his feet for a while.

Then with a wave of his hand, he stored it in his Storage Treasure.

Turning around, he walked toward the base of the mountain.

"This..."

Yang Qianxiang floated in mid-air, feeling at a loss to intervene during the slaying of the demon, but now with the demon vanquished, he seemed even more stupefied than before.

Disciple of the Martial Temple, Yin God Cultivator.

Where was the Yin God?

All he saw was a humanoid demon, in an incredibly horrific manner, effortlessly turning the head of the Crimson Eye Demon King into a pulp of blood and flesh.

This Crimson Eye Great Demon, stationed in the center, at the same time exerting pressure over the Demon-suppression Bureau and another Demon King,

was indeed overbearing and ferocious.

However, in the hands of Officer Shen, it was as powerless as a child.

It was simply suffocating for the onlookers.

...

At the foot of the mountain,

Collapsed statues and multiple overturned incense altars, broken wood, and shattered stones littered the ground, making it look utterly disheveled.

As Shen Yi approached everyone, a thick scent of blood permeated the air.

"Officer Shen!"

Zhang Xuan knelt on one knee, holding his fists in salute.

Excitement trembled through his whole body.

The scene he had just witnessed completely shattered his fixed impression of Yin God Cultivators.

It turns out that not only Primordial Grandmasters can patrol Jiuzhou.

Martial Immortals could do the same with the practice of Body Refining techniques!

Just based on Officer Shen's performance just now, Zhang Xuan even felt that even if it were a battle of physical bodies, perhaps even those in the Primordial Realm might not be a match for Officer Shen.

"Huff… huff…"

Many of the common folk were burying their heads in the ground, trembling with fear, not even daring to lift their heads for a glance.

The recent earthquaking event, to them, was no different from the legendary battles between gods and immortals told in rumors.

Lord Crimson, whom they worshipped day and night, left them nothing but screams and wails one after another.

Until that middle-aged man adorned in profound armor knelt on the ground.

The title of inspector was not something ordinary people could come into contact with.

But as inhabitants of Song State, how could they not recognize the profound armor with red cape they had longed for in their hearts?

And at this moment, the Demon-suppression Great General was paying his respects to the young man with the utmost reverence.

The common people of the four counties had long given up on fruitless fantasies.

After watching helplessly as friends and relatives were taken to the kitchens, only to be served up on dining tables, and seeing that the figures in cloud-patterned ink robes never appeared, they accepted their reality.

Had those officers truly returned now?

"Arrange some men quickly and go through the four counties again, making sure no demon has been missed,"

Shen Yi nodded, signaling the man to rise.

Lady Qinghua was experienced, but she couldn't possibly be flawless.

Furthermore, with the Yin God being overly strong now, controlling it had become somewhat strenuous for her. Without the support of Incense Willpower, she couldn't wander outside indefinitely.

Hearing these words,

the people lying on the ground felt a sudden weakness in their bodies, their arms gradually unable to support their heavy torsos. If not for the stench of pungent blood that kept them in check, some even felt an uncontrollable urge to sob.

It wasn't just any demon invasion; it was Officer Shen of the Demon-suppression Bureau, coming to reclaim the city that had been seized by demons.

For Zhang Xuan, the situation wasn't any better.

What did it mean to go through a second clean-up?

Had Officer Shen already been through the remaining counties of the four counties, all hundred-plus of them?

"Your subordinate obey your command!"

Zhang Xuan suppressed the shock in his heart and hastily made a bow of assent.

Next to him, Yang Qianxiang slowly opened his eyes. His already gaunt appearance, under the trembling motions, seemed truly like that of an old man at the end of his journey.

"General Yang Qianxiang of Song State greets Officer Shen." He bent over to pay his respects.

Having said that, the old man fell to his knees with a thud, "Qianxiang has failed in his garrison duty; I beg Officer Shen to mete out punishment."

The demon calamity, casually resolved by the other party, left Yang Qianxiang both moved and painfully aware. All the time he'd spent obsessing over advancing to a Middle Realm Martial Immortal, had he devoted it to practicing the Body Refining methods...

Perhaps Song State would not have fallen into its current dire straits.

"I am not concerned with that matter."

Shen Yi shook his head; he hadn't even been part of the Demon-suppression Bureau for a year and was clueless about their disciplinary rules.

That which he did not understand, he would not manage.

He would bring the news back to the General Office, and let those who were knowledgeable handle it.

Of course, disregarding those rules and speaking from Shen Yi's own perspective,

compared to Jiang Yuanhua, who nearly lost the whole of Qingzhou to two Demon Kings, this old man's cultivation was far from Jiang's, but he at least managed to hold on to half of his territory. It could not be considered dereliction of duty.

"First go take care of it, and by the way, gather the demon capturers and compile information about the other Demon King for me to review later."

Shen Yi mounted the Demon Cloud again. The demonic scourge of Song State was gone, but his own tasks were still unfinished.

"Your servant understands."

Yang Qianxiang, still dazed, slowly lifted his head. He suddenly realized a problem.

Why did it feel like Officer Shen wasn't here to inspect Song State?

Regarding the matters of the Song State Demon-suppression Bureau, it seemed Officer Shen wasn't very concerned.
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As he watched Shen Yi ride away on the clouds,

Yang Qianxiang took a long time to look away, then silently turned to the excited Zhang Xuan, "You call this... a slight understanding of Body Refining?"

After working together for so long, he truly hadn't noticed his Demon-suppression General had such grand pretensions.

"I never said that."

Zhang Xuan's mouth twitched twice; how would he know that Officer Shen was so modest.