Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Through his encounter with this Old Jiaolong, Shen Yi roughly determined the level of his own strength.

It was probably slightly superior to the top echelon of demons in the Embrace Pill Realm.

Alright, the time to begin had come.

He shook off the bloodstains from his hand, then shifted his focus back to the area below.

"What kind of monster is this?"

The Old Jiaolong was shocked beyond words when his full-force tail swipe was forcibly suppressed by a warrior, never once had it underestimated the Demon-suppression Great General of Qingzhou; and even with its realm's breakthrough, there was still Jiang Qiulan and You Longtao remaining on the shore.

Not to mention the Martial Immortal, the General of Qingzhou.

Therefore, its only intention was to kill Chen Qiankun to repay the Precious Medicines bestowed by the Demon King, then continue to linger in the Yangchun River after the deed was done.

But neither the Profound Ice Seven Kills Sword Intent nor the formidable Yin God were as incomprehensible to it as the scene before its eyes.

This youth not only could compete for control over the Yangchun River but also possessed an unmatched physical strength, and even a bloodline aura similar to its own wafting from him.

It was utterly bizarre.

The Old Jiaolong lowered its head to look at Chen Qiankun on the riverbank, then silently stared at the figure in the profound armor above.

It had survived under the Qingzhou General's watchful eye for so many years.

Even with the death of many of its siblings, it had never acted rashly.

What it relied on was the patience in its heart.
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The Demon King be damned, if he had the guts, he could come into the Yangchun River to claim back the Precious Medicines.

At that thought, the massive body of the Jiaolong slowly submerged into the water.

Suddenly, its vertical pupils constricted once again.

The figure clad in the profound armor, walking on the river waves, simply vanished from its view.

The next moment, an intense pain struck the forehead of the Old Jiaolong.

Shen Yi casually pulled out his Heavy Iron Halberd and, among the blood spray, landed down with a fierce kick to the Jiaolong's jaw, causing the mountain-like massive head to lean back violently under the surge of power.

He grabbed the halberd with both hands and brutally thrust the Crescent Blade into its neck.

Hiss-slash!

With the assistance of Qingfeng light, the Heavy Iron Halberd cut through defiance like bamboo, plowing from the Jiaolong's neck all the way down to its abdomen!

The thick blood flowed wildly, staining the surface of the Yangchun River red.

He then released his grip, kicking the end of the halberd so that the imposing weapon, like an arrow released from its bowstring, forcefully pierced through the body of the Jiaolong.

The Old Jiaolong had never suffered such a loss before, driven by the excruciating pain, its eyes filled with ferocity, opening its mouth to bite towards its abdomen. However, the young man's figure disappeared once again.

When he reappeared, Shen Yi had already reached behind it, catching the Heavy Iron Halberd and violently smashing it down on its back!

"Roar!!"

Under the terrifying force, the Old Jiaolong's huge body uncontrollably crashed into the river surface, raising terrifying waves.

Its body convulsed and it had no choice but to once again stir the river into a frenzy, aiming to blast the young man away.

Given the earlier experience, the Old Jiaolong had no illusions about causing harm to the Demon-suppression Great General. Its only thought was to use the rivers' cover to make a quick retreat back to the riverbed.

However, the surging wave that was supposed to crash over him instead spiraled upward, forming a water dragon that steadily held Shen Yi aloft in the air.

He stood still, holding the halberd, calmly overlooking the river surface.

Instantly, a chilly wind swept over the Yangchun River, followed by a fine drizzle.

The Old Jiaolong suddenly felt a cold sensation on its body as if even its Demon Core were freezing, and as the rain poured onto its body, the dark scales visibly dissolved at an alarming rate.

Intense fear surged within its heart.

This fear wasn't only from the physical pain but also from the all too familiar scene before it.

It was indeed too familiar; every technique used by the opponent was something it had seen before: The green light of Peacock Valley, the Jiao Clan's water control, and the chilling wind and rain of the Azure-faced Lions!

All of these were notably famous Divine Skills among the demons, yet now they were converging onto the body of a human warrior.

"You demon!"

The Old Jiaolong let out a wretched roar and, facing the overwhelming curse-infused rain, dared not maintain its large true form, choosing instead to reveal its human shape and turn to flee.

The sharp howl echoed along the riverbanks.

Countless Demon Suppression Bureau bailiffs stood dumbfounded on the spot, looking up at the figure in profound armor in the sky.

Summoning wind and rain, gathering water to form a dragon.

He came riding on the river wave, and standing there quietly, he subdued the aquatic creatures in the river, leaving them without a trace of resistance.

In the distant village.

A widow with a madman had their eyes wide open, staring at the terrifying commotion on the river surface, "River God…"

Initially, she had merely measured arbitrarily with a ruler, but how… how did she manage to measure out a real River God?

No wonder he asked the villagers to eat the flesh and blood of the River Demon.

It was a punishment for the affront to his dignity by a sham.

In full view of everyone, the young man in profound armor threw the heavy halberd back to the riverbank, where it landed steadily beside Chen Qiankun.

Shen Yi turned into a breeze as he swept past, and just as the old Jiaolong in human form was about to dive back into the water, he swung his long knife and a stroke of thick ink cut off the ferocious Jiaolong's head!

Seizing the Demon Core, taking its vital blood.

[Slain Embrace Pill Realm Jiaolong, total longevity nine thousand two hundred years, remaining lifespan two thousand six hundred years, absorption complete]

By the time he had done all this, the Jiaolong had not even had the chance to reveal its true form before Shen Yi casually hurled it onto the riverbank.

Until this moment, everyone was still immersed in a daze.

"Thank you, old General."

Shen Yi walked back to their side and tossed the Jiaolong's head next to them, watching as it reverted to the size of a small mountain.

It must be said, Patriarch Chen did quite well; the old Jiaolong indeed didn't go anywhere else, which saved Shen Yi a lot of time.

This plump Demon Core, containing cultivation not at all inferior to that of the two Azure Lion brothers put together.

"Ah?"

Chen Qiankun and Liu Yuquan looked at each other.

He really didn't know which part of the battle merited a "thank you" since his weapon had been taken away right at the start.

"I have a question, I don't know if I should ask it."

Chen Qiankun frowned deeply, somewhat hesitant, "Are you really the River God?"

"…"

Shen Yi looked at him silently, his expression strange.

Chen Qiankun clenched his teeth and slapped his forehead hard. Even as a cultivator at Embrace Pill Realm, he was able to ask a question as foolish as any ordinary person's.

Mainly because the scene before him was simply inexplicable.

Let alone his own lack of understanding.

Previously, even the old Jiaolong had let out that desperate roar of a doomed demon.

This indicated that even demons could not comprehend it.

Liu Yuquan could very much empathize with Patriarch Chen's feelings, but in contrast, he was able to adjust his mood more quickly.

After all, he had already experienced a similar scene once.

It's just that they had replaced a Fox Demon with a Jiaolong.

Just that…

Suddenly, Liu Yuquan really wanted to slap himself.

A Fox Demon at Condensation Elixir Completion and a Jiaolong at Embrace Pill Realm Completion, are those interchangeable at all?!

"In any case, the Jiaolong is dead?"

Chen Qiankun put down his hand, his eyes displaying a bit of confusion.

Only five days' time.

The trouble that had plagued him for six hundred years had abruptly ended up on the shore like this.

Does this mean that he can finally relax a bit?