Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

"The sect's treasure has been stolen, and the disciple wishes to undertake another cleansing action. If the Ancestor approves not of this move, I pray grant a decree to dissolve my confusion."

It quietly awaited the burning of three sticks of incense, yet the tall stone statue remained unresponsive.

The old dog respectfully raised its forepaw, "Since the Ancestor has agreed, the disciple accepts the command."

In the wisps of rising blue smoke, a pale face was illuminated.

The person was hung on the Ancestor's statue.

The tender youth appeared no different from ordinary people, save for his two eyes that seemed to be outlined in red lacquer, in the shape of Dan Feng.

He was naked, his body perforated by nail-shaped wooden spikes covered in symbols, and his blood seemed to have drained out completely, leaving only the dried flesh around his wounds.

His skin was sickeningly pale as if it hadn't seen sunlight for many years.

"..."

Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, couldn't help shivering. Who would've thought that the first Cave Demon Emperor, the most formidable name in the world, had been hanging here all this time.

"The disciple still needs to guard the main hall. Today I can only release this demon; I pray the Ancestor will forgive me."

Looking at the seriousness of the old dog.

Finally, the tender youth opened his phoenix eyes, his voice hoarse, "I feel a bit nauseous, can you be a little quieter?"

Speaking, he showed a hint of mockery from the corner of his mouth, "You, a mere gatekeeper dog built up from medicinal herbs, are naturally apprehensive of my incomparable talent."

"Evil beast, receive your reward."

The old dog acted as if it hadn't heard, and as it spoke, the wooden spikes suddenly detached from the youth's body.

It watched indifferently as the other party fell to the ground.

With a paw gesture, a cloak of snow, draped with silver armor, floated out from the rear hall, falling upon the youth's body.

Then came two short swords.

A series of luminescent flashes emerged consecutively and burrowed into the youth's palm.

"Beast, still not receiving the Ancestor's decree to annihilate the remnants and reclaim our Nanyang Sect's treasures?"

"Heh... heh..."

The spiritual emperor struggled to his feet, laughing breathlessly.

He tossed the two short swords in his hands, and from his crimson phoenix eyes, a strand of true fire rose.

The clear sound of metal echoed.

With his steps, the silver armor clicked into place on his body, and a swath of pure white cloak fluttered slightly.

"You'll regret it."

The youth strode out of the hall with a mocking laugh, casually catching Shen Feng by the neck, "Long time no see, have you missed me?"

"Your servant has always missed the Demon Emperor."

Before Shen Feng could finish speaking, he was flung out, tumbling down the stone steps.

The other was far from recovered, needing much nourishment to possibly return to his peak state, but he dared not resist. It was the bloodline suppression inherent among demons.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

The spiritual emperor's face was cold, "Do you want me to personally emerge from the Thousand Demon Cave?"

Shen Feng's body shook once more, transforming instantly into a fierce, eyeless beast, crawling as he awaited the youth to step onto his back.

"Come here."

The spiritual emperor beckoned with a finger to the side.

The Great Horned Demon Emperor swallowed hard, not quite understanding why the old dog suddenly released this monstrous being.

Yet, it obediently nestled into the other's embrace, letting him have his way.

"You truly are getting old, dead dog."

The youth let out a high-spirited, sharp laugh and, stepping on Shen Feng, vanished into the expanse of the sky in an instant.

Many years ago, the other might have been constrained by talent, but at least he was powerful and ruthless.

Now, he didn't even dare to act on his own, desperately guarding this hall against the risk of intrusion by Wutong Mountain's people.

If you're not ruthless enough, then just keep being a dog.

...

In the Great Qian, within the Imperial City's Martial Temple.

A nearly thirty-foot-tall Dharma Aspect sat beside the great hall, its dark golden glow drawing the eye.

It quietly observed the armor academy.

This Dharma Aspect of the Prison Guarding had returned about ten days ago.

At first, it drew the attention of all in the Imperial City; such a living Golden Body was not absent in Great Qian, but such a towering one, positioned so conspicuously, was unique to this one alone.

But soon, those in the Martial Temple of true standing, almost all realized that something was amiss.

The Golden Body was quite obviously protecting something.

Many recalled a name of extreme nobility.

At the same time, the Martial Temple rarely initiated its newly constructed Great Formation, with a pale blue light screen enveloping the entire Imperial City.

The subsidiary courtyards prepared by the Martial Temple in various places began to fill with people gradually.

With Qingzhou's position, it couldn't possibly reach such news.

But the last time Chen Qiankun, the old master, came to look for Chen Ji, and after the upheaval at Wang Mansion, considering Chen Ji's unfamiliarity with the place, he decided to stay a little longer.

After forming a vague speculation in his heart,

he also passed the message to a few most trusted individuals.

"Is he here?"

The old master Chen looked at the few figures hastening toward the courtyard from outside.

He rose uneasily to welcome them.

"What about him? He hasn't really run into trouble, has he?"

You Longtao strode quickly into the courtyard, so cautious that he didn't even dare mention Shen Yi's name.

Fang Heng followed anxiously behind, while Lin Baiwei bit her lip tightly, her complexion turning much paler.

"I don't know."

Chen Qiankun wasn't qualified to involve himself in the affairs of the Martial Temple; he simply deduced as much from the suddenly tense atmosphere.

"This is... Princely Heir Chen Ji; this is Princess Jin Yu."

The old man led the group inside, and fearful that You Longtao might speak out of turn, he quickly introduced them ahead of time.

"Chen Ji pays respects to the General."

The youth in splendid attire had already executed a big formal bow with his sister in advance.

"That is unnecessary."

You Longtao hurriedly helped them up, saying with a wry smile, "At times like this, let's not engage in such formalities. What exactly happened, how to inquire about it, surely your elder doesn't intend to worry us to death."

"Inquire?"

Chen Qiankun seemed to have an idea, lowering his voice and saying, "I do have a way, but it depends on how you act now."

"Speak quickly," urged You Longtao, so anxious his jaws ached.

"Your junior sister... is also in this courtyard... it's just that she's no ordinary person now, she is the thirteenth disciple of Wutong Mountain."

Chen Qiankun led everyone toward another courtyard.

Before they even got close, they saw a figure in a black robe leaning against the entrance, frowning and playing with a golden thread between his fingertips.

The aura emanating from him made it difficult for others to breathe.

Furthermore, with that cold and detached face, there was an unwelcoming aura that seemed to ward off strangers.

"This is Senior Tong from Wutong Mountain."

Chen Qiankun, after all, was of an advanced age, and he had some tricks up his sleeve for gathering news.

Their hushed conversations were like crashing gongs in the ears of Tong Xin'chuan.

He repressed the impatience in his eyes and looked at them with disfavor.

Slinking around, what were they plotting?

You Longtao felt frozen in place as that gaze swept over him, completely unaware of the terrifying level of Boundary he was confronting.

It was the young lady in white behind him who quickly stepped forward with respect, saying, "Qingzhou Monster Hunter Lin Baiwei greets Senior Tong. We've come to seek Teacher Jiang...Senior."

"She is not here."

Hearing Tong Xin'chuan's indifferent reply, Chen Qiankun felt somewhat helpless and hung his head.

The divide between them and Shen Yi had grown so vast that even getting news of him was as difficult as scaling the heavens.

What old master Chen did not expect was

that Tong Xin'chuan put away the golden thread between his fingers, straightened up, and inclined his head slightly, saying, "Follow me."

Born in Qingzhou, in times like these, to seek Teacher Jiang...

This was clearly a quest to find Shen Yi.