Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Jiang Qiulan was sitting quietly at the table, yet her entire being radiated the sharpness that finally revealed what the most lethal sword in Qingzhou was like.

Shen Yi, noncommittally, withdrew his gaze and reached for the small jar of wine, breaking the clay seal.

He sipped lightly at the medicinal liquor.

Tricking his buddies was no problem—it wouldn't cost him an ounce of flesh…

If one really had such overwhelming confidence, how could they possibly have changed into this long dress?

This was the price to pay for being burdened with too many expectations. When everyone in Qingzhou saw her as hope, she was essentially placed on a high pyre, where every admiring glance added a log to the fire.

Shen Yi didn't offer words of comfort, as their relationship was merely that of colleagues. The other had helped him a lot, and he would naturally not refuse to help with other matters, but their acquaintance hadn't reached the level of sharing secrets.

Moreover, compared to others in Qingzhou, he only trusted the knife in his hand.

The room fell into silence.

"..."

Jiang Qiulan stared at the young man's face, her beautiful eyes shimmering uncertainly.

A moment later, the intense sharpness emanating from her slowly faded.

Like a celestial being stepping out of a painting into the mortal world, she became a few degrees warmer and more real.

She needed to maintain a facade of control in front of others, but in front of Shen Yi, he could always see through her true feelings.

Jiang Qiulan lifted the wine jar and drank it all in one go, the amber-colored wine spilling down from her lips to her fair neck, dampening her dress…

She closed her eyes, her thick lashes trembling, "It's about to break through. I'm somewhat anxious."

The young lady didn't need a response from others, she just wanted someone to confide in, and the young man who was accustomed to quietness was undoubtedly the most suitable choice.

"But when I put on this dress, all the years of cultivation seemed to turn into a joke."

"I will kill it."

Jiang Qiulan opened her eyes again, the darkness in her pupils no longer artificially sharp, but profoundly calm and yet brimming with a cold murderous intent.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but a faint, barely perceptible sound of something shattering echoed in the quiet room. On close inspection, it wasn't a sound, but a fluctuation of aura.

Shen Yi put down the jar of wine, with a somewhat speechless look, "..."

Cultivation was supposed to be a very serious matter, requiring a great deal of longevity to build up one's realm. Couldn't you stop making such a fuss with just a few words and stirring up trouble?

"Thank you."

Jiang Qiulan calmed her emotions, retracted her murderous intent, and her gaze softened as she looked at the young man.

She was one step closer to becoming a Primordial Grandmaster.

"Don't mention it. You would have the same effect if you had a wooden stump here," Shen Yi said casually.

To his surprise, Jiang Qiulan shook her head seriously, "It's different."

For the first time, her always proud talent felt the taste of being overshadowed by someone, and indeed, she was somewhat stimulated.

Moreover, the other's indifferent approach to life, as if he didn't care about anything, also made Jiang Qiulan envious.

This was precisely why she returned to this courtyard tonight.

"You should now be at the Condensation Elixir Completion realm. With your intelligence, leaping over the three barriers might be many times faster than me," Jiang Qiulan said with a hint of emotion.

Planting the seeds of the Dao, nurturing the Dao Fetus, condensing the Dao Infant—when the Dao Infant accumulates enough foundation and completely breaks the inner core, one becomes a Primordial Wuji Grandmaster.

"How long will it take for someone who is not intelligent?" Shen Yi suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

"You don't need to worry about that," Jiang Qiulan advised softly. Every martial artist felt some nervousness when they first entered the Solidifying Pill stage, and the other party probably didn't know just how astonishing his talent and insight really were.

"I'm asking for someone else," Shen Yi withdrew his gaze.

"Not intelligent..." Jiang Qiulan hesitated, seeming to feel it was somewhat impolite, and said with a hint of apology, "For example, someone like General Chen, around the age of two hundred, had already planted the divine seed and entered the Solidifying Pill stage and only broke through the second barrier when he recently went to Qingfeng Mountain... and he follows the Martial Immortal Path and controls a prefecture's offerings, so he completely lacks nothing in terms of resources."

It was obvious that Chen Qiankun was the limit of her examples.

The path he chose was the Yin God Shortcut, which was much simpler than the Way of the Primordial Chaos.

But after more than six hundred years, the Yin God had still not awakened, barely able to borrow some of its abilities.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at the profound armor he was wearing, thinking it was quite a coincidence.

A small Linjiang Prefecture, to have two demon-suppression generals of ordinary talent, was quite remarkable.

Fortunately, in the vast lifespan of demons, a few hundred years didn't really count for much.

After learning the Heaven-Devouring Elixir Devouring, Shen Yi understood the Solidifying Pill stage quite well; there were only three main difficulties in it.

First was the need for ample resources. For instance, if one wanted to nourish with vitality and blood, they'd need to find various Precious Medicines to consume, then refine them into the power of vitality and blood, before finally infusing it into the inner core. This process was extremely slow, and the needed Precious Medicines were astronomical in number.

But Shen Yi had actually already thought of a solution to this problem.

He planned to use the most readily available demonic power for nourishment, taking advantage of the Fiendish External Elixir's dominant devouring methods, which allowed him to store demonic power in his body instantly, without needing to refine it again by himself, and directly feed it to the inner core, which essentially saved a step in the process.

The second difficulty was, after accumulating enough, how to condense these elements into a Dao Seed; the third was that after the Dao Seed was formed, one still needed to fuse their divine consciousness into it.

The last two were likely the reason for General Chen's slow progress.
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However, for Shen Yi, these could be resolved with the lifespan of demons; the only issue now was the lack of sufficient demon cores in his hands.

After obtaining the Precious Tool, it would also be time to return to Qingzhou.

Just then, a figure hurriedly ran into the courtyard from outside.

Jiang Chengyun rushed into the courtyard and looked towards the two figures sitting opposite each other in the room.

His expression gradually became odd, "You guys..."

No wonder he couldn't find anyone for half the day; did it turn out that he was the only one who ultimately went to the banquet?

Jiang Chengyun wasn't complaining about the two of them; he just felt... that things might have gotten a bit out of hand this time.

He stepped slightly to the side, revealing the delicate-looking young man in dark green robes behind him.

The Princely Heir of Jin Jiang approached the house, his gaze sweeping over the two people, then took a look at the empty wine jar on the table.

Shen Yi, clad in profound armor, and Jiang Qiulan in a black dress, the two were clearly not speaking, but simply sitting quietly gave off an exceptionally harmonious feeling.

"Miss Jiang." The Princely Heir of Jin Jiang broke the silence with his voice.

Jiang Qiulan looked back.

She had no intention of getting involved with the Ji Mansion anymore, but since she had broken the appointment first, she calmly got up and nodded slightly, "I've had someone inform the Wang consort. I still have urgent matters to attend to in Qingzhou and truly have no interest in other affairs. Please trouble the Princely Heir to apologize to the Wang consort again on my behalf, and forgive Qiu Lan for the impropriety."

She had only agreed to come over to guide the Princely Heir in Martial Arts, which did not include dining or drinking.

However, after yesterday's meeting, it was clear that the Princely Heir's mind was not on Martial Arts, so naturally she had no reason to stay any longer.