Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

The Martial Temple is the very foundation upon which the Great Qian Dynasty was established.

Its status is incomparably prestigious.

The Demon-suppression Bureau and the Monster Hunters can operate independently of the Imperial Court because they are under the jurisdiction of the Martial Temple.

As one of the temple stewards, Officer Wu's words can fully represent the intentions of the Martial Temple.

Is it possible not to return?

Jiang Chengyun was completely dumbfounded. In the land of the Nine Provinces of the Great Qian, whether in the Imperial Court or the martial circles, what martial artist wouldn't want to join the Martial Temple?

Here, they possess the finest Precious Tools, the most elixirs, and a collection of endless precious martial arts.

And when it comes to backers, who could surpass a living Deification Transcendent Realm Cultivator?

They don't even need to actively invite anyone, as they can easily attract the world's talented individuals.

But at this moment, Officer Wu was actually waiting for General Shen's response.

"Stay at the Martial Temple and serve the Golden Body."

A complex expression flashed through the old man's cloudy eyes. This young man's situation was unprecedented, the way he could completely devour the aura separated from the Golden Body had deeply troubled all of the old men.

But this also indirectly proved just how valuable he was.

To let him go just like that was somewhat regrettable.

After some deliberation, it might not be a loss to keep the young man.

Jiang Qiu Lan stood with her hands at her side, quietly looking at Shen Yi.

This was not much different from what she had expected.

Given the youth's talent, no one could ignore his presence, not even the Martial Temple.

What surprised Jiang Qiu Lan somewhat was that these temple stewards were so proactive, a far cry from their usual proud and detached demeanor.

They should have only seen Shen Yi once.

What exactly happened during his refinement period at the Martial Temple?

"What's the benefit?"

Shen Yi asked curiously.

"Benefit?"

Officer Wu's eyelids twitched slightly. It had been many years since the Martial Temple had extended an invitation to anyone.

And now this young man was negotiating terms with him?

He closed his eyes, steadied his emotions, and then reopened them: "The reason we stay here is for a single purpose... that is to refine the Golden Body Dharma Identity and break through to the Divinity Transformation Realm, and here we have the most abundant Incense Willpower."

Officer Wu shook his head: "Do not think that because you are young and talented, you have all the time in the world. A thousand years pass in the blink of an eye. Only when you truly begin to delve into this path will you realize that time is far from enough."

"So... stop wasting your precious lifespan on those useless matters, such as Qingzhou. When the Primordial Warriors have time to take action, they will naturally know how to resolve it."

In just a few sentences, Jiang Chengyun felt inexplicably downhearted.

It seemed easy to say that the Primordial Grandmasters would resolve the issue when they had time, but in reality, it represented the wails of tens of millions of Qingzhou's common people, the fall of numerous generals of the Demon-suppression Bureau, and the tragic deaths of many Monster Hunters.
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Yet, in the face of a time span that could last thousands of years, these things seemed so trivial.

The common people are like weeds, they proliferate rapidly.

The generals are somewhat more valuable, but as long as the Incense Willpower is sufficient, it is not impossible to replicate them.

In the eyes of the Martial Temple, it was just a temporary setback. As long as they deal with other troubles, they can reclaim their territory from the demons when they have time.

As a Qingzhou Monster Hunter, even I cannot criticize this.

Because if the other troubles are not dealt with, it wouldn't be as simple as just temporarily losing Qingzhou.

"…"

Shen Yi fell silent for a moment, then finally looked up and said, "Then forget it."

With Incense Willpower available for uninhibited use, plus talent and understanding unmatched in Great Qian, it equaled a future Deification Transcendent Realm Cultivator.

The problem is... talent is a farce.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chengyun fell into an even greater daze than before, feeling as if his brain was spinning.

Officer Wu had made his stance clearer than clear.

Should General Shen only nod in agreement, it wouldn't merely involve joining the Martial Temple as a mere disciple; rather, he would truly be cultivated as a successor.

What great esteem that was?

And yet, it had been refused so readily.

Could it be that Officer Shen was truly devoted to Qingzhou?

With this thought in mind, Jiang Chengyun's gaze towards the young man slowly filled with deep admiration.

"Sigh."

It seemed as if Officer Wu had anticipated this response all along.

Only a kindred spirit understands another.

They too had once been this proud, always feeling that the world held no other talent like theirs, cultivating and breaking through realms as easily as eating and drinking; why would they care about time or patience?

The elder stood up and took out a long, jade case from his Storage Treasure, placing it on the table somewhat grumpily, "You can at least agree to be listed, right?"

The other party was still young; there would come a day of sudden regrets, a realization they all had experienced at least once. Although hoping the other would take fewer detours and learn from the lessons... Oh well, at least the Immortal Sects shouldn't get ahead of them.

In any case, the lad was a Demon-suppression Great General and, returning to Qingzhou, he would still cultivate the path of the Yin God. If it has to be slow, then so be it.

The three in the yard turned their gazes to the jade case on the table.

Jiang Qiulan seemed to have guessed something, a flicker of realization passing through her clear eyes.

Listening to Officer Wu's intentions, it seemed he wanted to recruit Shen Yi.

Then the item within this jade case would likely be far from a mere ordinary Precious Tool.

Indeed, as the elder lifted the lid of the case, a Precious Tool fashioned in the exact shape of the blade Shen Yi wore at his waist revealed its true form.

"I was worried you would not find it comfortable to use, so I took special care in selecting it," the elder said.

The straight blade, an interplay of dark hues, concealed within itself a faint, ghostly glow, its serrated scale patterns shimmering with a misty black gleam.

"Its name is Qin Yuan, a Superior Treasure."

"It has nothing too special, capable of beheading a Demon King and possessing the power to protect the spirit... If you face the Howling Moon Demon King, its divine skills can make the soul dissipate and leave the body. With this blade on you, your Divine Soul will be safe," the elder explained.

The elder took the blade out and casually tossed it toward the young man in profound armor.

Shen Yi caught it effortlessly, studying the weapon carefully, "Is there no sheath?"

"..." Officer Wu exhaled slightly in irritation, "Do I need to offer you a set of armor as well?"

Really offering it?

When Shen Yi looked up, he saw the elderly man had already turned and left the courtyard, leaving behind only a phrase, "Since you've accepted the blade, it seems you are quite satisfied with it, so let's settle on you being listed with the Martial Temple then."

It was not just a Superior Treasure blade.

It was specifically to counter that Demon King of Qingzhou.

And the final condition was nothing less than the enviable fortune of joining the Martial Temple.

Such treatment, even Jiang Qiulan had never experienced.

She found that since traveling with Shen Yi, she'd encountered many new and unexpected experiences.

It was at that moment that she suddenly noticed the young man in profound armor removing the blade at his waist, testing the new Qin Yuan in the sheath, then looking over at her, "Is it okay to return half for now?"

"..."

Jiang Qiulan walked over and took the Black Knife; it was cold to the touch, exuding an inescapable scent of Monster Blood.

It was indeed the same as she remembered, yet it felt entirely different.

It was as if the other had completed a long journey for an old friend, passing on this experience to her, and was now about to embark on a new adventure.

She looked at the Gold-patterned Black Sheath at Shen Yi's waist, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips, "Alright."