Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

A gust of the wild wind swept through, scattering the crimson that filled the sky. The sun hung high, and the firmament was clear and bright. Under that majestic and powerful strike, not a single inch of the forest had been harmed, everything remained as it was, with only the lingering scent of monster blood slowly spreading. The mountain breeze drifted by. Miao Qinghui suddenly shivered, staring blankly at the horizon, it was the power she had dreamt of acquiring her entire life. With the departure of the black-robed youth, it was as if a grand dream had dissipated into nothingness. "How does that Dao Palace compare to Nie Shixiong?" she asked hesitantly. "I don't know." Tong Xin'chuan adjusted his breathing, this was beyond his ability to judge. "So, it really was father." Yu Chao'an wiped off his sweat; no wonder his senior and junior fellow disciples trusted the other party so much. It turned out he was the only one needlessly worrying. He shook off the sweat and said with a hint of guilt, "Should we go after the other two Demon Emperors?" He hoped the others weren't hiding their tricks like the white horse had been. "No need, let's head back." Tong Xin'chuan spoke succinctly and turned around. Their mission had been to hide Nie Shixiong's true cultivation level, but now, Shen Yi also possessed terrifying power and was so ostentatious. Before Thousand Demon Cave could intervene in matters concerning Shixiong, they would first have to contend with Shen Yi. He led the two of them on a cloud toward Wutong Mountain. Several days and nights later, at early dusk. Tong Xin'chuan took out the Imperial Demon Gold Arrow, landed at the foot of Wutong Mountain, and walked toward the secluded path. At that moment, his eyelids suddenly twitched. He saw a body in a green robe laying straight across the path ahead; if it weren't for the faint snoring sounds, he might have thought the person was dead. "Vajra Rope?" Tong Xin'chuan glanced at the tight gold rope binding the body and a hint of chill flashed in his eyes. Miao Qinghui quietly tugged at his sleeve and glared in that direction. If there was anyone on Wutong Mountain who was most defiant, it was the disciple before them. His childhood experiences had made him inherently suspicious and insecure. And his master never provided any warmth to his disciples. Compared to others, even though Tong Xin'chuan never admitted it and occasionally thought about sneaking up on others, it was Nie Jun, who had risked his life to retrieve the Divine Soul Silk for him, that he most relied upon. "Let's go see Master first." Miao Qinghui pulled on Tong Xin'chuan, and casting a glance at the dazed Yu Chao'an, she led them further down the path. "Master, we have returned." She stood outside the Water Curtain Cave and gently called out. Tong Xin'chuan's face darkened slightly as he lifted his palms, and the Imperial Demon Gold Arrow in his hand transformed into a streak of light that shot into the cave. As he looked at the silent cave dwelling, He did not leave with discretion as usual but instead asked, "What's wrong with Shixiong, why did he need to be bound with the Vajra Rope?" This blunt questioning caused Yu Chao'an to break out in a cold sweat again. He had thought that Master would definitely not bother with Tong Xin'chuan, but after a short pause, a faint voice came from inside the cave. "He committed an offense and didn't admit it, showed disrespect to his master, became arrogant due to favoritism, he must be replaced." Upon hearing these words, Miao Qinghui's face paled drastically, while Tong Xin'chuan clenched his teeth in anger, "May I ask who Master wishes to replace him with?" "Great Qian, Shen Yi." The simple four words echoed within the secluded path. Hearing this, Tong Xin'chuan sneered bitterly, "I'm afraid you will be disappointed, Master. I just happened to see Shen Yi, and he doesn't seem like he'll be coming to Wutong Mountain." He continued venting, "Even if he really did come, given Shen Yi's character, he wouldn't be like Nie Shixiong, lying on the ground for you to mock. If it were him in this place, he's more likely to draw his sword and cut you down." "Have you lost your mind?" Miao Qinghui suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, speaking with a mix of fear and urgency. However, the cave remained silent for a while. Finally, laughter spilled from the woman inside, she said lightly, "Is that so?" Along with her words, the golden rope suddenly fell from Nie Jun's body and swiftly flew back into the cave. "Stay quiet, you won't understand them." The woman's voice was full of arrogance as the laughter ceased, "You will see how the proud cultivator you spoke of will come to willingly pay homage to me." She didn't need ropes to recruit disciples. The paths of this group, hopeful to "Return to Void," all rested in the palm of his own hand. "..." Feeling the bonds on his body fade away, the snoring slowly stopped, and the figure sprawled on the ground reached towards his waist, only to slap at thin air. He smacked his lips and staggered up from the ground. Without even turning his head, he staggered along a path leading away from the secluded lane. "Heh." Seeing this, Tong Xin'chuan scoffed into the cave and likewise turned to leave. The remaining two were somewhat at a loss and stood there in a daze. For many years, although their master was not as caring as natural parents, the atmosphere on the mountain was still decent. How come it suddenly deteriorated into such an incendiary state? After a long while, Miao Qinghui heaved a deep sigh. It seemed that both his senior brother and master had crossed each other's bottom lines, neither willing to retreat even a step. Atop Wutong Mountain. Nie Jun walked back to his wooden hut and dug out several jars of wine from under the bed, sloshing them around until he finally eked out a mouthful of leftover wine. He drank it with satisfaction. Just as he was about to turn and leave, thinking of how all his savings had been taken, his brow furrowed slightly in frustration, and he reluctantly picked up the Mysterious Sword. "Where are you going?" Tong Xin'chuan blocked the doorway. "Staying is boring, I'm leaving." Nie Jun used the flat of the sword to shove the other aside and stepped right out of the hut. He was about to head down the mountain. "Then I'll tell you something interesting!" Tong Xin'chuan extended his palms, and the Divine Spirit Silk enclosed the area, deploying his full strength to set up a soundproof Array, and casually said, "Whoever eavesdrops is a dog." As soon as he finished speaking, a divine consciousness briskly withdrew, unconcerned, and returned to the inside of the Water Curtain Cave. "What on earth do you want?" Nie Jun slightly reined in his temper and asked with a frown. "I ask you, why didn't you win against that lion?" Tong Xin'chuan looked over seriously. "It ran too fast, and the sword technique without the backing of Dao Palace lost much of its power, so it got the better of me," Nie Jun casually replied, seemingly not too troubled by it. He was different from Ling Xi. From the beginning of his cultivation, Nie Jun, who disregarded the ranks of Cultivation Boundaries, had been continuously beaten up by others. Jade Liquid battling Solidifying Pill, Solidifying Pill battling Primordial. Surviving was purely by luck. Losing a battle of spells was nothing out of the ordinary for him. "What technique did it use to travel?" Tong Xin'chuan continued to inquire. Hearing this, Nie Jun pondered for a moment: "It transformed into a purple and white long rainbow..." "Stop." Tong Xin'chuan, wary, glanced at the foot of the mountain and leaned in close to Nie Jun's ear: "That lion was Shen Yi in disguise. He's doing his Demon Emperor act in the Thousand Demon Cave, so how could he possibly come to Wutong Mountain to snatch your Direct Disciple?" "I might as well tell you, his strength now is no less than yours. He didn't fight you last time simply because he couldn't be bothered with you." "Do you still think it's boring now?" Tong Xin'chuan's words seemed to carry a persuasive power. He understood this senior brother better than any of their other fellow disciples. "..." The despondency in Nie Jun's eyes slowly receded, a hint of vigor finally appearing in his pitch-black pupils. He strode forward, casually swinging his hand that held the Mysterious Sword, shattering the Divine Spirit Silk filling the sky. Amidst the scattered gleaming fragments. Nie Jun threw the Mysterious Sword, then stepped onto it and sped away into the distance. "Idiot." Tong Xin'chuan's Divine Soul felt stifled, and he hurriedly retracted the Divine Spirit Silk. Watching the direction in which his senior brother vanished. Worry slightly lessened in his eyes, he then turned his puzzled gaze towards the other wooden huts. If he wasn't mistaken, the little junior sister and the rest must have gone to ask Shen Yi for help. But since Shen Yi had already gone to slaughter a white horse, why hadn't they returned yet?