Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Combat among demons is the most brutal, relying mostly on brute strength and tough bodies to clash head-on, aside from the use of innate supernatural abilities.

The strong are strong, and the weak are weak—there is no rationale behind it.

And at this moment, in this desolate land.

Shen Yi stood atop Xiao Yue, throwing punch after punch, giving his adversary a true taste of life-and-death struggle.

"Awoooo!"

Xiao Yue's retaliatory movements gradually became feeble; initially tearing Shen Yi's flesh, later the blows merely patted his arms weakly.

Until the Wolf Demon's head was smashed to pieces.

A famous Demon King, in this obscure place where even its name could not be shouted, suffocated underfoot and pummeled to death by fists.

All its calculations had come to naught.

Because the opponent hadn't spoken a word from the beginning to end.

Shen Yi, gripping the fur on its neck, yanked it up, his eyes flashing with a red glow; he slightly opened his mouth, and the emaciated body began to shrink and wither slowly.

A total of forty-six drops of Demon Blood converged into a stream and surged into his mouth.

Shen Yi wiped the corner of his lips, casually picked up its Demon Core, used the Peacock Red Glow to heal the wounds on his body, then sat down with crossed legs.

His consciousness returned to his main body.

The Dao Infant rapidly shrank back to its previous form, calmly sitting within the Sea of Qi.

Its consciousness had been merged with Shen Yi, now merely an empty shell.

After the battle, the demonic power that had overflowed from his body had also been completely expended.

"Huff."

Shen Yi opened his eyes, the red mist in his eyes disappearing, returning to normal.

That is the difference between a Primordial being and a Martial Immortal.

The same act of placing the divine sense in a receptacle, either controlling a Yin God to leave the body, or embodying a Dao Infant to enhance the physical body—it's not a matter of which is superior, just different paths.

[You have slain the Primordial Realm Howling Moon Wolf Demon. Total lifespan 14,700 years, remaining lifespan 840 years, absorption completed.]

[Remaining lifespan from demons: 19,820 years.]

The previous three demons had brought in around 7,800 years of gains, and with this old wolf, he was nearly at the brink of breaking through the 20,000-year threshold of demonic lifespan.

Shen Yi placed the Howling Moon Demon King's inner core into his mouth.

He directed the demonic lifespan into the Nine Transformations of the Immortal Demon.

This Condensation Elixir Realm Refinement Method was being forced by him into the level of the Primordial Realm.

A Primordial Realm powerhouse, coupled with a Body Refining physique that matched this realm.

"..."

Shen Yi's eyes flashed with killing intent as he looked towards the direction of Qingzhou City.

Indeed, even under the protection of a certain power, it didn't equate to safety.

There are far too many accidents in the world.

To forge iron, one must be strong.

As the demonic lifespan flowed away, the vast demonic power of the Howling Moon Demon King began to take shape within his body.

Shen Yi focused on the panel's prompt.

With the enhancement of the previous eight transformations, even the idea of forcibly subduing a Demon King was not a fool's dream.

The skin kept cracking open, then was quickly healed by the Red Glow.

Such a situation had only occurred once before when subduing the White Deer, which meant that it was beyond the limit.

Only this time, it was clear that the capability had exceeded the scope of the Nine Transformations of the Immortal Demon technique.

[In the 6,700th year, your skilled technique seems to have lost its effect, your life force is too meager compared to the Demon King's lifelong cultivation, and there are too many violent grudges remaining in the demonic power. They instinctively collide against your physique...]

Shen Yi submerged his divine sense into the Sea of Qi.

Transforming into the Dao Infant, he slowly stood up, indifferently regarding the rampaging demonic power: "Even if you come out, where can you go?"

The Yin God, hiding in a corner of the Sea of Qi, nodded in deep agreement.

It was simply a matter of who would end up consuming it, so why struggle...

[In the 9,600th year, the demonic power inside you became much more subdued after being intimidated, the violent grudges gradually dissipated, and after many years, you successfully tamed it, capturing a true Demon King within you.]

[Your horizontal training physique has entered a new realm.]

[Immortal and Demon converge, Nine Transformations complete.]

In the fleeting instant between the two lines of prompts.

All the immortal demon patterns on Shen Yi's body surfaced in turn, from the Jiaolong, Mountain Lord, and Han Chan, to the final Howling Moon Fierce Wolf!

The torn flesh healed rapidly, then became even firmer and more robust under the refinement of demonic power, leaving no flaws on the skin, perfectly natural.

With a mortal body, on par with the Primordial!

Clearly without mobilizing his Dao Infant, Shen Yi didn't feel any weaker than he just was, feeling the mighty power within his body.

Both his physique and cultivation had broken through their realms.

Beneath Shen Yi's feet, red clouds gathered, taking him once more to disappear into the sky.

...

Qingzhou City, Demon-suppression Bureau Office.

The woman walked straight in. Under the cover of that black cloak, no one could sense her presence.

Her steps were steady, but with each step, her figure streaked dozens of feet away.

A few passing Colonels rubbed their eyes as though they saw a black shadow flash by, but when they looked back, they saw not even a shadow.

"..."

She closed her eyes and felt around as if searching for something.

She turned and walked into a secluded courtyard.

The woman slowly walked into the courtyard and approached two people from behind.

Even though she was this close, Bai Ziming still had no reaction whatsoever.

The woman's eyes landed on the figure sitting on the stone bench.

A fair arm extended from within the cloak, slender fingers slowly descending toward the figure's shoulder.

Just as she reached out her hand.

A roar—

Within the courtyard house, a Profound Ice Jade Dragon roared out, covering the entire yard with frost.

The woman casually raised her hand and caught the dragon's head, formed from the Profound Ice Sword Intent, and then with a fierce thrust, the dense sword intent instantly shattered.

She could only use the dragon's tail to knock Bai Ziming and Jiang Yuanhua flying out of the courtyard.

The hood slipped off, and the woman's face, too precious to be described, was full of indifference. She glanced sideways at Jiang Yuanhua in the air, her red lips slightly parting.

In the next instant, the General's body suddenly withered away.

Transforming into droplets of blood, they drilled into her mouth.

"..."

Jiang Qiulan stood at the entrance to the house, witnessing this scene.

She stood with her hands down, slowly clenching her palms.

Bai Ziming was knocked flying outside the courtyard by the Profound Ice Jade Dragon. As he scrambled up with a face full of shock, he heard his senior sister's voice.

"Leave first."

"Leave?" Bai Ziming gasped for air with large breaths and started running towards the distance, looking for help; yet, he was aimlessly unsure where to go. If his senior sister and master were the strongest in Qingzhou, who else could help them?

"Your cultivation is not bad; my child's death must have something to do with you."

Lady Qinghua glanced sideways at the girl.

Jiang Qiulan calmly closed her eyes as blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

Crack! Crack!

It sounded like something was furiously hammering on something else.

Lady Qinghua slightly raised her eyebrows and instantly appeared in front of her, grasping her throat with her palm.

The skin was easily torn apart, yet it did not decapitate her as imagined.

Jiang Qiulan opened her eyes, and a cold white mist surged within her pitch-black and clear eyes.

"You couldn't have just broken through, could you?" said Lady Qinghua lightly.
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"It's been a while."

Jiang Qiulan's skin glowed with a cold light; as soon as Shen Yi and Jiang Yuanhua left, she began trying to force a breakthrough, but was still a step slow.

"You think you can stop me?" Lady Qinghua slowly released her palm, her fingertips already covered with frost.

"Let's try."

Jiang Qiulan raised her palm, her slender fingertips like the Profound Ice Jade Sword, exuding endless murderous intent.