Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

The Immortal Master Changqing left the Martial Temple expressionless.

For the dilapidated Great Qian, invoking the fallen Transcendent Spirit Golden Body was almost the most severe warning they could issue, second only to awakening the sole surviving Divinity Transformation ancestor.

These Golden Body Avatars might not be a match for real Deification Transcendent Realm Cultivators.

But they were more than capable of completely overpowering Primordial Warriors.

Given Old Ghost Wu's cultivation level, how long could he sustain the Dharma Aspect—one incense stick of time, or perhaps two hours? The Immortal Master Changqing didn't know and dared not gamble on it.

He gritted his teeth and quietly consoled himself.

These damn things can only strut around in this broken Imperial City.

Nothing more than watchdogs.

"Shen Yi of Qingzhou..."

Adjusting his emotions, the Immortal Master Changqing silently recited this name in his heart, his eyes filling with a touch of doubt.

Originally, he was just acting on someone else's behalf, casually coming here to ask.

But the reaction of the Disciple of the Martial Temple made his heart skip a beat.

The Qingqiu foxes had been investigating for so long but still couldn't clarify Shen Yi's background. The entire Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division seemed to have taken a vow of silence. No matter who tried to probe indirectly, as soon as this name was mentioned, they clammed up immediately.

Even those who were willing to speak could not clarify who his master was, what practices he cultivated, or his exact realm. They knew nothing at all.

They were, however, quite good at making up stories. The deeds they recounted were laughable.

Just a few months ago, he was dealing with Initial Realm Dog Demons, and then he suddenly started to slay fully cultivated Jiaolong dragons. The stories were utterly inconsistent.

"Forget it, just convey the message as it is."

The Immortal Master Changqing adjusted his clothes. These were clearly messages that the Martial Temple had prepared in advance and released now to mislead others.

They must hold great expectations for him to go to such lengths to protect this person.

Still failing to recognize the reality, do they want to reclaim their former status?

With this thought, he snorted in disdain and turned his head back towards the towering Martial Temple as if he were looking at a destitute and dilapidated household.

Unwilling to quietly guard and protect the Mysterious Light Cave, they couldn't even do a dog's job properly, likely needing a few more whippings to learn their lesson.

As the Immortal Master Changqing rode away on his clouds.

Inside the Martial Temple Courtyard, the remaining three temple priests were also somewhat at a loss, "Brother Wu, what are you doing?"

Invoking the Golden Body Technique was impressive, but wasn't this tantamount to admitting to the deed?

"Did Shen Yi really kill that Qingqiu disciple?"

"..."

Wu Dao'an curled his lips, "How would I know?"

At his words, the other three looked at each other. If Shen Yi hadn't done it... and clearly, he hadn't—the man was once the Demon-suppression Great General of Qingzhou. With the shambles that Qingzhou was in, it was already good if he could keep the local demons at bay.

Why would he go out of his way to provoke a passing Fox Demon?

"But I know Shen Yi's talent. Anyone with eyes can see it, let alone those Qingqiu foxes."

Wu Dao'an glanced at the others. Given Shen Yi's talent, akin to a ferocious and wealthy glutton, he was a natural-born Yin God Cultivator. Once the news got out, the Thousand Demon Cave would definitely do everything to strangle him in his cradle.

"That's true."

The other temple priests nodded in agreement, recalling the scene when the young man had completely devoured the Golden Body aura during the Martial Temple Refinement.

Compared to the news getting out, taking the blame for a little more was really nothing.

"Brother Wu, you'd better remind him again, if it's not necessary, try not to leave the Imperial City."

Upon hearing this, Wu Dao'an suddenly clenched his fist and uncharacteristically cursed, "Remind my ass! I looked away for just one night, and the man ran off to Song State."

"What's he doing in Song State?" the temple priests asked, puzzled.

"I gave him a position as Deputy Inspector of the Demon Suppression Division," Wu Dao'an sighed, remembering Liu Kun's hurried report that day, and his headache immediately worsened.

"Didn't you explain to him that it's used for consuming incense offerings?" some hesitantly said.

Could there really be Yin God Cultivators who sincerely patrol Jiuzhou, not recognizing whether this task is suitable for them?

Upon hearing this, Wu Dao'an also began to hesitate, "Should have made it clear, right?"

He couldn't directly say the words "eating without working," but anyone with a sharp mind should have been able to read between the lines.

"Look at the situation you've caused. He's young and impetuous, how could he resist those people's earnest pleas?" A plump temple priest rolled his eyes and headed outside, casually advising,

"Don't worry, Yang Qianxiang of Song State knows what's at stake, he won't actually let your precious junior brother face danger."

"Brother Wu, go rest. We'll handle the refinement process from here,"

Forced to control the Lion Camel Avatar by a cultivator of the Martial Immortal Upper Realm.

Even though Wu Dao'an was well-versed in the Lion Camel Golden Body Technique, it remained an arduous task. Just casually invoking it for a moment would require more than ten days for his Yin God to fully recover.

"No need."

Wu Dao'an shook his head and silently looked toward the direction of the Demon Suppressing Division Headquarters feeling uneasy for some reason as if he had stirred some trouble.

Junior Brother Shen couldn't have really gotten into trouble, could he?

...

Seven or eight days passed in a flash.

The flow of people at the Demon-suppression Bureau Office was still incessant.

Liu Kun sat behind the counter, looking absent-minded.

The newly appointed Patrol Envoy had been taken to Song State right under his watch and had not returned yet.

Liu Kun knew the situation in Song State better than anyone else.

It was like a ticking time bomb—on the surface, things seemed under control, but in reality, any slight deviation could lead to an outcome even more dangerous than Qingzhou.

"Yang Qianxiang! You damn…"

Liu Kun clenched his teeth, praying the old man wouldn't make a foolish mistake—should the Patrol Envoy come to harm, the Martial Temple would surely tear him apart.

"..."

Yang Qianxiang had just approached the counter when he heard this curse.

The old man pursed his lips, unsure of what to say next.

In the silence, he cleared his throat, "Ahem."

"Sss!"

Liu Kun came back to his senses and upon recognizing the man before him, quickly stood up, "General Yang, what brings you here?"

Yang Qianxiang shook his head with a wry smile without taking offense and bowed his hands, "Officer Shen ordered me to report to the General Office in person."

With that, he handed over the prepared report.

Liu Kun carelessly flipped through a few pages, noting the same unfortunate incidents, "Why are you showing me this? The whole Demon-suppression Bureau knows you lost four counties. Where is Officer Shen?"

Song State had only a Lower Realm Martial Immortal guarding two Demon Kings; the General Office really couldn't spare any reinforcements, but they were still clear-minded enough not to squarely place the blame on this gaunt old man.

"Officer Shen? He has gone to rest."

Yang Qianxiang hesitated for a moment, realizing not only did Officer Shen ignore him, but the Demon-suppression Bureau also didn't seem to take him seriously.

After all, he had come from Jiuzhou as a General to confess his offenses... Could they at least show some reaction?

"You stand right there; don't move an inch!"

Liu Kun burst out of the office and into the Martial Temple's main hall, quickly returning with four elders in green robes. Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

Only then, surrounded by the four with their grim expressions, did Yang Qianxiang begin to feel that something was definitely amiss.