Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

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Qingzhou, Yushan Prefecture.

The moonlight was like water.

On the quiet long street, a burly man clad in a short tunic hiccupped drunkenly with satisfaction.

He shook his head, suddenly feeling a chill down his spine.

In a trance, he looked up to the sky.

There, high above at over thirty feet, a suspended long sword had appeared at some unknown time, its presence like that of an indifferent hawk eyeing its prey.

The next moment, a sword light more intense than the moonlight poured down.

Splat—

The man's body was instantly dismembered, its chunks of flesh hitting the ground with plops, transforming into a huge furry limb and a ferocious beast's head gaping with large eyes filled with pure bewilderment.

Blood plasma spread unstoppably, staining the bluestone slabs a dark red.

The long sword changed its course and swooped towards Qingzhou City.

It flew past the city walls into the Demon-suppression Bureau Office and finally landed on a stone table in a quiet courtyard, its clean blade untouched by any bloodstain.

Jiang Yuanhua opened his eyes, showing a hint of fatigue.

A Yin God could leave its physical body and drift everywhere, but inspecting every city one after another truly was a tiresome task.

Bai Ziming handed over a cup of spirit-replenishing tea soup that had already been prepared, "Master, please have some tea."

"Only you have a bit of filial piety. The others..."

Jiang Yuanhua received the tea cup and moistened his throat with an indifferent expression. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

Bai Ziming coughed lightly, "Your disciple sisters have already returned."

"Among the others, Qiu Lan is still sensible," Jiang Yuanhua put down the tea cup and looked outside the courtyard.

It had only been a little over a month, how could they have returned so soon?

Even if the Princely Heir had issues, he probably wouldn't dare show it in front of his mother, Consort Ji.

Qiu Lan's temperament was cold and detached; she rarely became angry with others.

Two such individuals getting along would surely be courteous, unlikely to create any problems, which in the eyes of Consort Ji, may have seemed like a gradual progress in the relationship between young people, with conditions seemingly improving.

Once she felt reassured internally, she probably would not hesitate to invite a Primordial Grandmaster from the Mysterious Light Cave for Qingzhou.

By then, having dealt with the Howling Moon Demon King, there would no longer be a need to bother with these overbearing old dames.

"Go ask your disciple sister to come here; I have something to inquire from her."

With that thought, Jiang Yuanhua nodded slightly.

Bai Ziming was about to step forward and summon her when a figure in an ink-black robe slowly walked in.

"How did it go?" Jiang Yuanhua asked with a smile.

Jiang Qiulan gazed quietly at her master, "I have offended Consort Ji; she had me bring you a message."

As these words came out, the smile on Jiang Yuanhua's face stiffened slightly, yet he still patiently asked, "What message?"

"She said that when the Howling Moon Demon King slays your Yin God, you must remember, must definitely remember, that it was all thanks to me."

Having said this, Jiang Qiulan prepared to turn and leave.

Listening to her calm tone, Bai Ziming subconsciously diverted his gaze, stepping aside.

No wonder she was the senior disciple; such words coming from her mouth felt completely natural.

Jiang Yuanhua's smile vanished as he watched his disciple walk away expressionlessly, until her figure disappeared into the night.

He returned his gaze to the long sword on the table.

His eyes were as calm as still water in an ancient well.

"Master, you don't plan on taking action against the disciple sister, do you?" Bai Ziming suddenly felt nervous.

But he saw his master give him a glance, as if looking at an idiot.

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Jiang Yuanhua rubbed his forehead, showing no intention of calling Jiang Qiulan back. From that single sentence, he knew that the path to seek help from the consort was completely severed.

As for what had happened, it no longer mattered. His disciple had merely come to notify him.

Chen Qiankun's warning echoed inexplicably in his ears.

Deserted by all...

He sighed and lowered his hand, remaining silent for a long while before saying, "You Shi, your senior brother once explained to Qiu Lan on my behalf that I only imparted the Golden Silk Macaque martial arts, and granted it the precious saber to venture out and cultivate, not intending any harm to it."

"So it was a misunderstanding by senior sister?" Bai Ziming asked softly.

"There was no misunderstanding," Jiang Yuanhua said indifferently, looking at the neatly arranged jars of wine under the distant tree. "I could tell at a glance what it was going to do, and I deliberately let it go to its death, never regretting it."

Hearing this, Bai Ziming stopped talking.

If there was no regret, then there was no need to bring it up again.

"When I was still a deputy general in Tanzhou, I once witnessed the city's fall. I do not wish to see it a second time," he said.

"For that, I will not care about anything."

Jiang Yuanhua reached for his sword, exhaled a turbid breath, and a cold light returned to his eyes.

Any trace of regret that had formed in his heart was erased in an instant.

Does he truly not care... Bai Ziming rolled his eyes secretly. Clearly, compared to the failure to secure help, what truly shook the master's emotions was the casual manner in which the senior sister had delivered the message.

It pained him enough to need to share his thoughts, in order to alleviate the depression in his heart.

Yet Jiang Qiulan, as a disciple he personally trained, could not gain her master's trust no matter how dazzlingly she performed.

How could they enjoy a normal master-disciple relationship with such interaction?

"Did A'Qian return?" Jiang Yuanhua asked, restoring his calm.

"Yes, the Howling Moon Demon King's location has already been sent back." Bai Ziming took out a scroll and opened it.

The master glanced at it briefly, then closed his eyes again, his whole person once more like a statue, the precious sword once again sweeping across the sky!

The long-standing confrontation had become the daily routine between this Martial Immortal and the Demon King.

This time, it was probably another few months of meditation.

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Inside a side courtyard of the Demon-suppression Bureau.

Shen Yi sat on the edge of the bed, sinking into introspection, with a hint of puzzlement in his expression.

He noticed that, within the sea of Qi, many faint white glimmers had appeared at some unknown time, and there were quite a number of them.

The Primordial Inner Core swiftly absorbed them, looking like a jade pill filled with white mist.

What is this thing?

A gentle knocking sound suddenly arose.

He opened his eyes again, "Come in."

Jiang Qiulan entered through the door, not mentioning anything about the General, knowing that the other party would not be interested or care about the General's thoughts.

"I'm going back to Yushan Prefecture."

She sat down beside the table. She was used to being alone, but today, she suddenly remembered to bid farewell to him, "If there's any issue..."

"I want to know what kind of energy is actively approaching me." Shen Yi was sure it was not the effect of any Demonic Martial Arts, so he asked directly without hiding anything.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qiulan was slightly taken aback, "Incense Willpower... But you're only acting as a general temporarily, that shouldn't be happening."

She thought for a moment before saying, "Could it be that you've established a temple in Qingzhou?"

Ever since the Imperial Court established the Demon-suppression Bureau, there hasn't been any blatant temple building by demons. And if there were, it would be due to special circumstances, limited to a very small scope.

"..." Shen Yi shook his head; he had neither the time nor the inclination to make himself into a statue and place it in a temple. Just the thought of it was unbearably awkward.