Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Shen Yi still appeared as if he was an outsider to the situation.

Just as he had thought before, this number one Demon-suppression Great General of Qingzhou, who was just a step away from becoming a Primordial Grandmaster, and had also made outstanding contributions to the Imperial Court—unless she was willing, even in the Capital City, no one could force her to do anything.

However, it seemed that the Princely Heir of Jin Jiang had no intention of engaging her in further conversation.

He quickly turned his gaze towards Shen Yi and said with a slight nervousness, "General Shen, I previously asked Miss Jiang to invite you to a banquet, and you might have forgotten, so I came over..."

A flicker of confusion crossed Jiang Qiulan's eyes.

Because the delicate-looking youth, as he spoke, suddenly cast her a very unfriendly look. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

"..."

Shen Yi looked up at the Princely Heir of Jin Jiang, noticing a subtle expectation hidden on the latter's delicate features.

He pondered for a moment.

Suddenly, he realized something and a trace of surprise filled his eyes.

"What's happening?" Even as a Nascent Pill Stage martial artist, Jiang Chengyun had seen many things, but this left him increasingly flabbergasted.

He suddenly realized that he might have worried about the wrong person before.

Shen Yi silently looked at Jiang Qiulan, noticing indeed she had an ethereal grace, and after changing into a long dress, her demeanor seemed even more refined.

He really wanted to suggest that the Princely Heir should get his eyes checked, as his aesthetic tastes seemed a bit disturbed.

"..."

Truth be told, this was Jiang Qiulan's first encounter with such a situation.

Even when facing the ambush of a minor Demon King, her beautiful face remained undisturbed, but now, a hint of a smile that others couldn't see emerged at the corner of her mouth.

If she remembered correctly, during her departure from Wang Mansion yesterday, he had not given her a single glance.

It was only when Shen Yi's surprise in his eyes became increasingly intense, that Jiang Qiulan turned to say, "General Shen will be returning to Qingzhou with me, I hope the Princely Heir will understand."

Before her words could fade away, she noticed the Princely Heir's gaze shift back to her.

The previously hostile expression on his face had now turned somewhat sinister, and with a sneer he said, "So this is why Miss Jiang, after having agreed to my invitation, deliberately concealed the news and kept General Shen here to drink with you?"

The delicate youth clicked his tongue, expressing his sentiment, "Miss Jiang looks so pure and aloof, but I didn't expect you to be so scheming. It really is quite the eye-opener!"

Having said that, he sneered, waved his sleeve, and turned to leave.

He had just taken a step but then paused, casting a resentful glance at Shen Yi, "General Shen, the Consort is furious. I slipped out early to give you a heads-up. You should avoid her for a while, so you won't be implicated by certain people."

Leaving these words behind, he turned away again.

Once the Princely Heir of Jin Jiang had quickened his pace and left the courtyard.

Jiang Chengyun silently looked towards Lady Jiang, suddenly recalling how the day before she had asked Shen Yi for his sword as a keepsake, deduced that it was highly unlikely that the General would attend any banquets, deliberately avoided him, and even exceptionally wore a long dress...

All the pieces came together.

His longstanding beliefs began to collapse!

"Keep laughing," Shen Yi said with raised eyebrows, regarding Jiang Qiulan with indifference. She liked to enjoy the tumult, apparently.

"..."

Jiang Qiulan had witnessed countless jealous quibbles, but this was her first time being the subject of one.

As a martial artist on the verge of breaking through to the Primordial Realm, she naturally wouldn't take the slight offense of a Wang Mansion Princely Heir seriously.

She just found the experience quite novel and sighed, "I do not have the intentions he's accusing me of."

Still in denial!

Jiang Chengyun clenched his teeth. As Lady Jiang's most steadfast follower, he had long since noticed her unusual behavior.

As the Demon-suppression Great General, she had come to stay in the Demon Hunter Office's residence, famous in Qingzhou for never wasting time, she had taken the initiative to explain cultivation techniques to General Shen, and most importantly, she had been trying to get rid of him!

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Fortunately, General Shen still had that aloof demeanor.

He was not shaken in the slightest by external matters.

"General Shen, should we go somewhere else first?" Jiang Chengyun clenched his fist, his voice muffled, "And there's Lady Jiang."

Offending the Princely Heir was not a big deal, but truly angering the Consort could be even more terrifying than the wrath of Prince Ji himself.

"Where would you all like to go?"

From outside the courtyard, a gentle laugh was heard. Accompanied by two guards in white, the dignified Consort Ji walked slowly into the courtyard.

"Qiu Lan pays respects to the Consort." Jiang Qiulan stepped out of the doorway.

"No need for formalities," Consort Ji said, waving her hand lightly, her smile deepening, "It is kind of Lady Jiang to take time out of her busy schedule to send a message to Wang Mansion. This palace understands the urgency of Qingzhou's predicament and will not take it to heart."

"Thank you, Consort, for your understanding," Jiang Qiulan replied, unfazed by the barbed words hidden in the other's tone.

Consort Ji shook her head, "I wouldn't dare to impose any further. I came here only to ask Lady Jiang to relay a message to the General of Qingzhou on my behalf."

Her smile faded, and she spoke with profound meaning, "I hope that when he is beheaded by the Demon King and his Yin God is severed, he will remember, must remember, it's all thanks to his disciple's contribution."

Having said that, Consort Ji turned to leave.

Without any intention of staying.

Watching her retreating figure, Jiang Chengyun's eyes twitched slightly, and anger surged in his heart.

He took heavy breaths and turned to look around.

He saw Jiang Qiulan sitting back down at the table as if nothing had happened, with both her and General Shen appearing to take Consort Ji's words lightly.

Jiang Chengyun remained silent for a moment, quickly adjusting his emotions, and adopted an equally composed demeanor.

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The next day at noon.

Inside the Demon Hunter Office, Jiang Chengyun was checking a pile of Precious Tools and elixirs, including several Martial Arts Techniques. When he was sure there were no mistakes or omissions, he stored them all into a silver bell.

"What about General Shen's items?" He was puzzled.

"You will know once you go back and wait for a while," the woman glanced at him.

Jiang Chengyun frowned but it wasn't appropriate to ask more.

He left the office and returned to his residence.

Shen Yi was ready to depart for Qingzhou, but found that Jiang Chengyun was spreading his hands towards him: "Told us to wait."

"Do not worry, the Imperial Court never withholds rewards from the Demon Hunter Office and the Demon-suppression Bureau," said Jiang Qiulan, similarly puzzled in her heart.

Even though medium-grade Precious Tools were extremely valuable, and all of Qingzhou only had twelve of them,

It was unlikely that even if Shen Yi had specific requirements, it would take nearly three days to find an appropriate Precious Tool.

They did not have to wait long.

Soon, an aged figure appeared at the courtyard entrance.

He was dressed in a blue robe, walking slowly into the courtyard.

He seemed so frail that a breeze could knock him over, yet it caused Jiang Chengyun to tense up completely.

Jiang Qiulan was slightly taken aback, "Grandmaster Wu?"

The newcomer was one of the four elders responsible for the Martial Temple Refinement from the day before.

He paid no attention to Jiang Chengyun, gave Jiang Qiulan a slight nod, and then sat on a stone bench in the middle of the courtyard, speaking to the young man in profound armor, "Ready to return to Qingzhou?"

Although Shen Yi did not know the old man's exact identity, he could infer from the attitudes of the two beside him and nodded, "Mhm."

The old man's next sentence completely changed Jiang Chengyun's expression.

"Would you mind not going back?"

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