Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Li State, the Artifact Sect.

The small town at the foot of the mountain was overflowing with people, most of them unfamiliar faces.

Randomly pick out one person, and they would be emitting a faint but awe-inspiring aura.

The Demon Suppression Bureau Bailiffs were all deployed, striving to maintain order.

The Yunwen Black Robes, which could intimidate demons and martial artists alike, were not taken seriously by this group of strangers.

What really quieted them down was the invisible Yin God presence hanging in the sky.

Although it was invisible to the naked eye, the heavy pressure of the Upper Realm Martial Immortal had already enveloped the entire Artifact Sect.

"We wish to ascend the mountain to observe the ceremony," they said.

Cultivators of high realm were gathering at the foot of the mountain, and the disciples of the Artifact Sect politely welcomed them up.

Hou Wanshan watched the scene in silence.

The commotion of an artifact's appearance was so great that it eventually became known to all—spreading from one to ten, from ten to a hundred.

There was no lack of travelling cultivators within the Great Qian Dynasty.

Upon hearing the news, they all gathered here.

In the past, a single word from the Martial Temple would have been enough to disperse them, but now... it was considered not bad to barely intimidate everyone and prevent any disorder.

With various powers being too diverse and the decline of the Great Qian becoming apparent, it was impossible to offend so many people.

"The Artifact Sect has prepared accommodations for all of you, but the mountaintop is forbidden grounds. We hope none of you attempt to trespass," they advised.

The Lin Family, husband and wife, each holding a sword, stood guard on the mountain path in their capacity as disciples of the Martial Temple.

Upon seeing the sky, the visiting cultivators, although with different thoughts, all nodded in agreement, "Thank you for the Artifact Sect's hospitality."

At the mountain's peak, thick white fog gathered into clouds, making the entire hill feel as if it were in the depths of winter, with tree tops covered in frost and the cold wind howling, raising icy leaves.

"Who would have thought that a minor place within the Great Qian Dynasty could possess the means to forge artifacts," a cultivator remarked with a shake of his head.

This statement seemed to remind the others, and soon other cultivators warmly started chatting with the nearby Artifact Sect disciples.

"..."

Among them were several individuals with an obviously extraordinary temperament, strong practitioners from prestigious origins. They glanced over briefly before returning their gaze back to the mountain top.

Currying favor with the Artifact Sect would require more than just politeness.

Besides, it was still uncertain whether a real artifact could be successfully forged.

Should one be forged, its ownership must be determined first; the matter of securing allegiances could wait until later discussions.

"Had it not been for the Artifact Sect, I wouldn't have known that a Primordial Grandmaster exists within Li State," Hou Wanshan said as he slowly clenched his fist, feeling a bit of pressure.

Although his realm was high, dominating over all the heroes was not an easy task.

This was all because not much time had elapsed; if it were delayed by a month or two, perhaps even cultivators of the Divinity Transformation Realm would personally make the trip, especially those from the Mysterious Light Cave...

On the other hand, the Martial Temple remained eerily calm.

No matter what, they should have brought a Golden Body to add some pressure to the scene.

Without applying pressure on the Artifact Sect, who knows if these blacksmiths might actually take the artifact to another power.

As expected, Hou Wanshan soon overheard several whispers.

"Brother Qingyang, has the Sect Master Lin ever considered relocating the Artifact Sect to a more suitable place?"

"Standing behind the Martial Temple might feel secure, but after all, they are Yin God Cultivators; they may not hold you in high regard."

"I know you are a disciple of the Martial Temple, but what can they give you, the Golden Body Technique? It's of no use to you, why not consider..."

Lin Qingyang, listening to the whispers in his ear and being addressed as 'Brother' by a cultivator of higher realm, remained expressionless, but inwardly he felt inexplicably gratified.

At the same time, he also harbored his own doubts.

If the Martial Temple were really a strong backer, these people would not dare to speak about such matters in front of them; everyone knew the current state of the Great Qian, it was all just pleasantries.

He absently replied, "What's the use of discussing this with me? The future of the Artifact Sect is my father's decision to make."

The other person wanted to say more, but was politely stopped by Mrs. Lin's raised hand, "Elder, please refrain from further discussion, the Sect Master has his arrangements."

"Very well, very well."

The person smiled awkwardly and retreated back into the crowd, continuing to look towards the mountaintop.

The Artifact Sect had not easily gained some fame, and any smart blacksmith knew how to take advantage of this opportunity.

After all, choosing between becoming a great clan or slowly decaying alongside a rotting piece of wood was not a difficult decision.

Suddenly, under the watchful eyes of all.

The white fog in the sky rapidly retracted downward until it disappeared.

However, everyone felt a bone-chilling coldness.

Among them, a few high-ranking masters with extraordinary demeanors showed a trace of excitement on their faces, exchanged glances, then each let out a cold snort as they patted their waists.

The atmosphere in the area instantly became incredibly tense.

The magical treasure was complete! It was time to place bids.

All eyes were tightly fixed on the mountain path, and after a short while, a disheveled old man came jogging down with a jade box in his arms.

Just as they were about to greet him, they saw Lin Jingyi burying his head and waving his hand, "Make way."

Then he hurried down the mountain like a puff of smoke.

Leaving behind a group of dumbfounded cultivators.

Even Hou Wanshan, suspended in the air, was somewhat astonished, "..."

This old man had been so intent on raising the Artifact Sect to prominence, when did he become so docile and honest.

"Follow him!"

The middle-aged master furrowed his brow and spat out the command before striding towards the bottom of the mountain.

So many people had waited for many days.

It was one thing for the Artifact Sect not to give them a chance to bid, but they weren't even willing to show what the magical treasure looked like, as if they were playing these masters for fools.

In the small building halfway up the mountain.

Lin Jingyi knocked on the door, and after receiving a response, he pushed it open and entered.

Looking at the black-robed youth sitting quietly on the meditation cushion.

He squeezed out a smile and handed over the jade box, "Officer Shen, the old man didn't disappoint you, it's done."

"You've worked hard," Shen Yi opened his eyes and nodded slightly.

"Not at all, not at all, it's what I should do," Lin Jingyi hurriedly shook his head, then said, "You take a look first, I'll go out and send them away."

After speaking, the old man slowly walked out of the building.

He turned around to face a group of cultivators with ugly expressions, even Lin Qingyang stared at his father in confusion.

Such a good opportunity, wasted just like that?

Did hammering iron ruin their brains?

"Gentlemen, there's nothing to see here. I'll have someone prepare a feast right away, and I guarantee you'll enjoy yourselves," Lin Jingyi forced a smile.

His gaze quickly swept over the few high-ranking masters.

Primordial Grandmasters... what good are they?

Just these two or three—if they dared to follow Officer Shen and leave the Great Qian, it would only be a matter of two hours.

The old man certainly didn't want to hear Shen Yi say, "May we step aside for a chat?"

"Enjoy ourselves?"

While most of the onlooking cultivators didn't speak up, the few Primordial Grandmasters standing in the front all had dark expressions in their eyes.

One of them had already clenched his hand into a fist.

Under the gaze of so many, Lin Jingyi appeared utterly relaxed, standing at the entrance of the small building, not a trace of worry on his face.

"..."

The Primordial Grandmaster raised his eyes and glanced at the sky.

Those who had cultivated to such a level were rarely foolish or stupid.

An Upper Realm Martial Immortal could not possibly give the Artifact Sect such strong backing.

Who exactly was in that small building?

Could it be that someone had really brought one of the corpses from the Martial Temple?