Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Dark red demon clouds covered the sky, and a black cloak fluttered above Qingzhou City.

A woman held a long sword at an angle, the guard of which was a jade flower tinged with green and white.

Numerous tears had opened on her shoulder, upon which ice frost was gradually melting.

Her graceful figure was suspended in midair.

Below her, the expansive Demon-suppression Bureau Office had collapsed to a great extent, with many colonels clad in cloud-patterned ink robes converging together like a dense black cloud.

But those who were typically majestic and fearsome, now appeared utterly insignificant under the dark red canopy.

Within the ruins, a girl surrounded by a cold light struggled beneath fallen timbers and broken bricks.

Boom—

Jiang Qiulan gently pushed away a huge roof beam, trying her best to maintain a calm expression as she attempted to rise. However, her slightly shaking palms and the gradually dispersing white mist in her pitch-black eyes revealed her true condition.

As she staggeringly stood upright, she attracted the gaze of everyone present.

Ordinary citizens hid in their homes, where the flimsy wooden doors became their strongest shelter in their hearts.

Countless individuals from prestigious families and sects now crowded the streets, helplessly staring at the figure they once feared the most.

This person had once caused a great slaughter in Yushan Prefecture, leaving many restless and unable to sleep.

But now, as demons invaded, she alone could stand in their way... Yet it seemed she could no longer hold them back.

"Ancestor! Make your move!"

Li Xinhan stepped into the opulent family estate, wearing a Fierce Wolf Cloak and clutching a gleaming silver saber.

His face was covered in blood as he continued to shout hoarsely.

The gaunt elder stepped forward, followed by a group of frightened family members, and scolded, "What are you yelling for."

"Help!"

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken. Li Xinhan gripped the saber's handle, his emotions starting to spiral out of control.

Qingzhou had been stable for a thousand years; there had never been a situation before where demons invaded like this.

Here resided four illustrious surnames, the greatest number of Demon Suppression Bureau bailiffs, and the only Martial Immortal in the entire prefecture.

"Help..."

The gaunt elder showed a rare loss of composure and resentfully regarded his ignorant junior, "Before such a powerful being, I am no different from you."

Li Xinhan stood frozen, his saber drooping powerlessly in his hand.

The family ancestor was the strongest person he knew and the backbone of the entire Li family. But even in such a situation, the ancestor could only watch helplessly like him?

He turned and charged out once more.

The Li family ancestor frowned but did not stop him.

This Demon King enveloped the entire city with overwhelming demonic power; escaping was impossible—it was just a matter of where one would die.

With this thought, he sighed and looked up at the sky.

Lady Qinghua was not kind-hearted and merciful in giving Jiang Qiulan a chance to catch her breath; rather, a treasure sword had suddenly appeared before her.

The sword was wrapped in incense willpower, not conveying a sense of peace at all but filled with slaughter and madness instead.

She said indifferently, "I've never seen a Martial Immortal like you."

After having his physical body destroyed, his only chance to survive was to find a host, like a beloved sword, to become a Sword Soul, to slow the pace of his disintegration. Or if fortune favored him, to enter a Golden Body Dharma Aspect and continue his cultivation.

Before that, any exertion would only hasten his demise.
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Let alone seeking out a Demon King far more powerful than himself.

"..."

The treasure sword did not respond, and in the unseen realm, Jiang Yuanhua stood with the sword, its light surging like a river, relentlessly flowing towards Lady Qinghua leaving no way back.

Amidst the rubble, Jiang Qiulan's breathing grew increasingly slow.

Flesh and skin were filled with deep gashes, showing the cold white Profound Ice Evil Power within, as the entire person transformed into a streak of light and shot straight toward the sky.

She was known as the sharpest sword in Qingzhou, yet her hands were always empty.

At this moment, the white cold current, like a sword that could shatter rivers and split seas, suddenly slashed towards Lady Qinghua!

Crack crack crack—

Lady Qinghua sliced horizontally with her blade, colliding with the cold current.

At the same time, without rushing, she propped up a Qinghua Treasure Parasol; its seemingly fragile surface slowly revolved, blocking all the sword light infused with Incense Willpower.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to break through,"

She glanced sideways, and saw the edge of the Qinghua Treasure Sword calmly held by a bloodied, indistinct hand. Half of Jiang Qiulan's face had been stripped of flesh by demonic power; the Dao Infant, formed from the strength of the Xuanbing Qisha (Profound Ice Evil Power), emitted a bone-chilling coldness.

That eye resembled White Jade, tranquil as an ancient well.

"Having anticipated problems, you should have left earlier; perhaps you might have had a chance for revenge,"

Lady Qinghua tried to withdraw her treasure sword. The other side had forcefully broken through, yet still possessed a foundation far surpassing a newly advanced Primordial Grandmaster; the Condensation Elixir Method she cultivated must be among the most arduous ones.

If she could have broken through normally, even I might not have been able to take her down easily.

With such talent, she was bound to accomplish great things in the future.

"..."

Jiang Qiulan quietly watched the sword edge in her hand, her fingers gradually tightening until it shattered between them. Her voice was slightly lighter, "Revenge is a very meaningless thing."

If the dust has settled, then nothing can be changed.

To chase after time is to avoid encountering regrets from the past.

She was really tired.

Really didn't want to chase it all over again.

With her palm as the blade, she suddenly slashed across Lady Qinghua's neck, a deep gash appearing on that delicate neck, from which blood surged out, only to be frozen by the cold.

Boom!

Lady Qinghua's hand nearly simultaneously struck her chest, and cracks suddenly appeared on the exposed Dao Infant of Jiang Qiulan.

"I am a demon,"

The lady watched her fall, hand covering the wound on her neck; a fatal injury for ordinary people, but for a powerful Demon King, it wasn't even enough to perturb her.

In an instant, another sword light finally tore through the Qinghua parasol. The spines of the parasol exploded, and the blade headed straight for the hand covering her neck.

Pu-chi!

The long sword pierced through her hand and, with momentum, also penetrated her neck.

Jiang Yuanhua's face was fierce as he swung his sword, attempting to directly behead her.

"I told you, I am a demon,"

Lady Qinghua decisively pulled her hand out; half of her hand was severed, then she grasped the long sword, immobilizing it completely.

She previously held a sword in one hand and a parasol in the other.

It doesn't mean she is a cultivator.

When all is lost, it is her powerful demon body that remains her greatest reliance.

And at this moment, the Yin God of Jiang Yuanhua already exhibited a severe sensation of unreliability, and the incense willpower in the sky was beginning to fade.

The Qinghua Demon King of Thousand Demon Cave, and the Howling Moon Demon King here, although sharing the same title, were not existences on the same level.

Her casual raise of the hand shattered the last sliver of hope for everyone in Qingzhou City.

Moreover, the red clouds above were becoming denser once again.

At the edge of the dark red sky, an even more vicious sanguine hue rolled in like a tidal wave.

Obliterating the sky and sun, plunging the entire Qingzhou City into a silent terror.