Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Brother Zhu snapped back from his deep contemplation, slowly rose to his feet, and three hazy white cloud patterns quietly drifted from his body.

He gazed down at Shen Yi, his voice reciting a segment of obscure syllables in an extremely soft tone.

"..."

The violent emotions in Shen Yi's heart were washed over by an inexplicable coolness, and his slightly savage expression also eased somewhat.

Brother Zhu pulled out the Qianyuan blade from his waist, placed the handle in Shen Yi's palm, still with the same initial dazed expression, "You... are... too... hasty."

"Thank you, Brother Skeleton."

Shen Yi took a long breath out, and the red mist in his eyes quickly faded away.

"No... you're welcome." Brother Zhu stuttered, shaking his head.

Hearing this, Shen Yi pondered for a moment, "Golden Body Technique."

As if these three words were some kind of switch, Brother Zhu's expression became a bit clearer, and his speech more fluent, "I know the Pure Heart Mantra, if you feel anything amiss, just call out to me, but this spell is minor, using it too much can make you dependent on it."

"You must still try your best to comprehend the 'Suppressing' mantra of the Golden Body Technique."

"I understand."

Shen Yi nodded, not having expected the dangers of those miscellaneous thoughts to be so terrifying.

The thoughts of ordinary people actually count for little to a cultivator.

But if the number swelled to tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands... even he would struggle to bear it.

With experience, Shen Yi continued to cautiously infuse life essence into the Golden Body Technique.

Every few hundred years of infusion, he would stop for a short while.

[In the 6,300th year, you feel your Divine Soul is filled with miscellaneous thoughts. One more would completely shatter your sanity, and you must suppress them all. Where should you suppress them... You look towards Lady Qinghua beside you]

Looking at the prompt on the panel.

Shen Yi, his face deathly pale, suddenly realized, right, doesn't he also possess a demon soul?

[In the 6,900th year, you placed all the myriad thoughts into Lady Qinghua's soul, watching her suffer with you while you both sat hugging your bodies, your mood suddenly became much calmer]

Shen Yi's body, leaning against the shelves, suddenly slumped down, heaving for air in great gasps.

Brother Zhu looked on curiously, only to realize that the young man's eyes were crystal clear, with a hint of relief.

He fell silent: "..."

After a moment, a look of shock started to appear on his face, "Junior Brother, have you already transcended?"

"Halfway."

Shen Yi struggled to sit up straight.

Whether he could get through it depended on how much more Lady Qinghua could endure.

She was a demon, the very existence most despised by those myriad thoughts. Now forcibly burdened with miscellaneous notions, it was like being roasted by fire and fried in oil, as if she were in purgatory.

To endure all the sufferings of the world, in order to protect the highest law of her master.

This now seemed to be coming true.

These miscellaneous thoughts were like inner demons; the more demon life essence poured into her, the more intense the torment.

After simulating thousands of years, all emotions were merged into Shen Yi's mind in just a few moments... No wonder he didn't go mad.

He had withstood the first half of the torment; the rest would depend on Qinghua's own abilities.

"Halfway?"

Brother Zhu didn't fully understand, but he felt a strange emotion that he rarely experienced surge within him.

He touched the changes in his facial features.

This look seemed to be on many people's faces, except that usually, it was others who showed it to him.

Amazement... shock?

Shen Yi took in his brother's changing complexion but didn't offer any explanations.

The other's tribulation was actually quite simple.

It was purely because of his high talent that he didn't really see himself as human on a subconscious level.

This problem was easier to solve than any other.

The last one who thought she was invincible in talent, Jiang Qiulan, had almost shattered her convictions under the vast life essence of the demon.

Let this brother experience it as well, a guaranteed remedy.

...

The small attic seemed ordinary, but in truth, it was the most heavily guarded place in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Naturally, there were no disturbances.

In a blink, more than ten days had passed.

Shen Yi sat in a corner, the only difference between him and the skeleton next to him was that he still had flesh.

Both their eyes were equally hollow.

The Incense Willpower of the Demon-suppression Bureau had already been exhausted.

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He was simply resting.

An 18,000-year lifespan of a demon exchanged for the initial understanding of the Arhat Golden Body Technique.

At this moment, he could finally begin to forge a true Golden Body.

"..."

Zhu Jue squatted beside him, reciting the Pure Heart Mantra for Shen Yi, watching as the young man sat in the corner and then crossed the abyss that Zhu Jue himself hadn't touched even after 3,900 years.

A sense of inexplicable sourness arose in his heart. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

But he couldn't quite identify the flavor of his emotions.

"Envious?" Shen Yi side-eyed him with a raised eyebrow.

"Not just that." Zhu Jue shook his head. The feeling of envy might have been experienced seven days ago, but now it was something deeper.

"Then it must be jealousy." Shen Yi pondered for a moment before giving an answer.

The two seriously discussed the matter of emotions, creating an oddly eerie scene.

"Yes, I'm jealous of you." Zhu Jue nodded earnestly.

"That's about it." Shen Yi patted Skull Brother's shoulder, then staggered to his feet, and walked over to another shelf.

"Junior Brother is also interested in these?" Zhu Jue rose to his feet, and even without discussing Golden Body Techniques, his words flowed smoothly.

"Tired of lofty studies, I need something shallow to cleanse my mind."

Shen Yi's divine sense rapidly scanned over a dozen Jade Slips.

"Makes sense." Zhu Jue agreed deeply, having done the same in the past. However, he only read various miscellaneous books, never having looked into the things of Primordial Warriors, which he always felt were somewhat crude.

"What is Junior Brother planning to do next?"

He sensed that this young junior brother seemed ready to leave.

"I'm going to the Martial Temple to find Brother Wu Dao'an for a vacancy."

Shen Yi glanced briefly at the new line of text that had appeared on the panel, then cupped his fist to say goodbye to Brother Skeleton, and turned to leave the loft.

"Look quickly!"

As the ink-robed young man stepped out of the loft, a dozen Yin Gods immediately fixed their gazes on him.

Some with slightly thicker skins had already approached him.

"Junior Brother Shen, have you chosen a Golden Body Technique to your liking?"

"Thank you, I have." Shen Yi nodded.

Once these words were spoken, the faces of the Martial Immortals present changed subtly, forcing smiles as the looks they exchanged hid palpable shock.

The young man was essentially acknowledging the cultivation level of an Upper Realm Martial Immortal.

Terrifying!

The previous rumors were true; this prodigy indeed possessed an absorption ability so formidable it was hard to believe.

Now that he had chosen a Golden Body Technique... it was inevitable he would utilize the Incense Willpower of the disciples of the Martial Temple.

Thinking of this, most people still felt celebratory congratulations, but a few faces flashed with a trace of concern.

Zhu Jue had already proved with his own experience that talent might not necessarily be effective for the condensing of a Golden Body.

But after all, he didn't consume much, and even if it was a waste, it was limited.

If it were this glutton, things would be different.

How quickly could he deplete the Demon-suppression Bureau's Willpower to achieve the status of an Upper Realm Martial Immortal, and how long then until he devoured the Incense Willpower of the entire Great Qian Dynasty... One year?

If the creation of the Golden Body failed, the consequences were simply unimaginable.

...

Inside the grand hall of the Martial Temple, four figures in blue robes were finishing a purification ritual.

Wu Dao'an patted his sleeve and sighed unconsciously, "Ah."

"What's wrong? Did our junior brother go to patrol Jiuzhou again?" The chubby Priest Qin asked with a chuckle.

"That's not it."

Wu Dao'an shook his head, his tone contented. "He's been cultivating in the Armory... I just feel that he's not very close to us."

From the time the other party first entered the Imperial City,

they had met only three times so far.

"Could it be because we're old and ugly?" Wu Dao'an furrowed his brow and stroked his beard.

At that, the other three glared at him simultaneously, too lazy to argue with this old ghost.

It was at this moment that the ink-robed young man walked into the grand hall.

He bowed respectfully and said, "Shen Yi pays his respects to the several senior brothers."

Seeing this, smiles appeared on their faces.

Just look at Old Ghost Wu's words—here the young man was, being quite polite.

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