Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

They took a brief rest in the fishing village for one night.

Soon after, they boarded the carriage back to the Demon Suppressing General's Mansion.

Chen Qiankun, the old master, seemed quite satisfied with the letter he had written and even arranged for his subordinate Colonels to ride on top-quality Demon Horses, instructing them to deliver the letter as quickly as possible.

Fang Heng suspiciously eyed another carriage.

No sooner had General Shen stepped onto the carriage than Sister Jiang followed with an unchanged expression. Although neither revealed anything unusual, their tacit coordination was enough to astonish him.

"..."

After a long silence, Fang Heng suddenly borrowed paper and ink, planning to send a message to Sister Lin.

The moment the pen, dipped in ink, touched the paper, he remembered the terrible state of Brother Bai a few months ago.

His hand trembled slightly, and after hesitating for a while, he sighed and crumpled the letter, hiding it away.

"Warm up a bit."

Inside the carriage, Jiang Qiulan took out two small jars of liquor from her waist.

"I've quit."

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow slightly; she was always torturing people with this stuff.

"Oh." Jiang Qiulan withdrew the jars and took a small sip herself. A few shades of color bloomed on her delicate and pale face, making her look charming and enchanting.

Shen Yi delved into introspection and found that the Incense Willpower, which had been sparse before, had become much denser in just one night.

If there weren't any restrictions, nurturing the Yin Spirit would be far easier than nurturing the Dao Infant.

...

The sound of horse hooves was brisk, and they quickly entered Prefectural City.

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Before Chen Qiankun could get off the carriage, two middle-aged men dressed in long robes and jingling with Silver Bells came up: "General Chen, there is an urgent matter in Qingzhou City that requires discussion. Please return to the city quickly, without delay!"

The old master was slightly taken aback.

Using a Silver Bell Demon Catcher to send a message was already an extravagant affair.

Moreover, the tone they used with him, a Demon-suppression Great General, held a hint of command.

That could only mean the message came from General Jiang.

The carriage curtain was slightly lifted.

Two figures clad in profound armor appeared.

The Silver Bell Demon Catchers seemed somewhat surprised: "It turns out Lady Jiang and General Shen are also here, please also hurry back to Qingzhou City!"

Fang Heng's eyebrows knitted together, a hint of astonishment in his eyes.

The last time all twelve Generals gathered was when Master returned from Capital City, requiring them to report back to the city.

It had only been a short while since then, and yet they were summoning all the Demon-suppression Great Generals again.

What sort of major event required such a formidable mobilization?

Clearly, Chen Qiankun also sensed something unusual and his relaxed mood from the past day suddenly turned grave.

He blew a loud whistle.

In the sky, a streak of red light flashed towards them, landing at the entrance of the mansion.

"You two don't fuss about it, share a ride. I will follow shortly."

If it was indeed an emergency, these two were many times more important than himself.

Jiang Qiulan said nothing, mounting the horse and looking toward the youth.

Shen Yi shook his head slightly, then disappeared on the spot like a breeze. With his current cultivation, the speed of Xiaoyao Riding the Wind Technique far surpassed that of the red steed.

...

Qingzhou City, Demon-suppression Bureau Office.

In front of a loft.

Jiang Yuanhua stood expressionlessly at the door, staring at the tightly closed gate.

Bai Ziming stood awkwardly behind, regretting having signaled his master with a spell.

A General of an entire state being denied entry—probably only the mad Granny A'Qian in all of Qingzhou had the gall to do this.

Nine Demon-suppression Great Generals stood side by side, yet the door still did not open.

Not until You Longtao approached swiftly from the crowd, did Jiang Chengyun open a crack from inside: "General You, please come in."

"What is this?"

You Longtao looked at his master, then at the other colleagues.

He walked in full of puzzlement.

Jiang Chengyun couldn't even be bothered to glance at these old timers and casually attempted to close the door.

Just then, a breeze descended from the sky.

Recognizing the familiar scene, Jiang Chengyun's face lit up with joy, "Colonel Shen! Please, come in quickly!"

Shen Yi took in his surroundings without a word and strode directly into the loft.

"What kind of sorcery is this!"

The rest of the generals all showed a strange look on their faces. If You Longtao was allowed in, but not them, they could barely accept it.

But how could this newly-promoted Colonel Shen also enter?

Was A'Qian planning to push these rising stars to snatch the General's position by only allowing the young ones to listen in?

As if confirming their thoughts.

After a long while, accompanied by a streak of red light, Jiang Qiulan was also welcomed in.

But the most dumbfounding of all

Was the injured bald man.

Old Yang was a Golden Bell Demon Catcher, a colleague of A'Qian's, and yet even he was stopped at the door.

...

Within the spacious loft.

A'Qian sat in the main seat, her face bearing a rarely seen indifferent expression.

By her side was a muscled, crew-cut old man.

The old man, Wu Feng, was the third Golden Bell Demon Catcher of Qingzhou.

You Longtao sat silently on the side, opposite Jiang Qiulan and Shen Yi.

"..."

A'Qian glared at her grandson; she had not intended to let Shen Yi in.

"There's nothing in Qingzhou that Colonel Shen can't hear."

Jiang Chengyun stood with his hands behind his back, not showing the slightest intimidation.

He then turned his gaze to those present, his eyes blazing with an even more intense passion; this was the scene he had dreamed of!

He had finally...

"You, get out," A'Qian snapped at him.

"Ah?" Jiang Chengyun's face instantly fell, and after hesitating for a few moments, he obediently left, though his silhouette seemed a bit forlorn.

Once the door closed again.

A'Qian took out two Silver Bells and distributed them to Jiang Qiulan and You Longtao.

She then formed a spell and began transmitting messages into everyone's bells.

Seeing her serious demeanor.

You Longtao's underlying doubts grew even stronger, but as he merged his breath with the bell and received the succinct messages within.

His normally steady hands trembled slightly.

"To ambush and slay the young Demon King."

The other Golden Bell Demon Catcher's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Even Jiang Qiulan slowly raised her eyes, "..."

The years of tranquility in Qingzhou had been shattered, the lingering nightmare for all at the Demon-suppression Bureau, the reason Jiang Qiulan had endured hardship from a young age.

In reality, there was only one.

And it was the sudden appearance of a young Demon King here.

No matter how many times they attempted to ambush it, they always returned without success; each failure cast a thick shadow over everyone's heart.

The arrogant Ox Demon, like a sword hanging over their heads.

Not knowing when it would fall.

But before it could fall, none could sleep peacefully.

However, this was the only time, after it had been injured, that someone suddenly proposed to ambush and kill it... It wasn't that they hadn't thought of this before, but whenever the young Demon King was hurt, it would never let others discover its hiding place.

"I only have two pieces of information,"

A'Qian's voice emerged again from the Silver Bell.

"First, the Wolf King Xiao Yue is not with it and has also taken its guard away."

"Second, is its current location."

"This news came too easily, so easily that even I myself feel as if I'm dreaming. I suspect a trap, so it is up to you to decide."