Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

The disciples of Wutong Mountain, to the people of Qingzhou, were almost tantamount to the legendary Immortals from the tales.

At this moment, Elder Tong unexpectedly volunteered to lead the way.

You Longtao snapped out of his astonishment and hastily led everyone to follow.

They passed through several courtyards and arrived outside the Martial Temple First Court.

Without needing Tong Xin'chuan to say more, Lin Baiwei immediately spotted a few graceful figures among the crowd.

Less than ten people in total, but the factions were distinctly clear.

Jiang Qiulan, whom they had not seen for a long time, seemed exactly the same as before, quietly standing at the very front. To her side and slightly behind, was a woman who had been gouged in the eyes.

On another side, under the leadership of an old woman, a middle-aged man stood with two women behind him.

As for the very back, there were several people in temple priests' attire.

Seeing the solemn expressions on this group of people, Lin Baiwei's heart suddenly trembled with an ominous premonition, and she quietly walked in and stood in the corner.

"Officer Wu, can you please go in and ask what exactly is happening?"

The fifth ancestor of the Xu Family turned to look anxiously.

After moving her entire family to Great Qian, she was in unfamiliar territory, with their only reliance being Shen Yi.

If something had happened to him, the Xu Family would be caught in an extremely awkward situation.

"We cannot, Officer Shen has ordered that no one is to set foot in the First Court."

Wu Dao'an replied without diverting his gaze.

"When did my fellow disciple issue such an order?"

Beside him, Zhu Jue hovered in place and whispered.

In truth, as disciples of the Martial Temple themselves, they too were completely in the dark, only aware that the Golden Body Dharma Identity had suddenly appeared and was garrisoning this place.

The atmosphere was so heavy mainly because of a series of orders from Wu Dao'an, involving sealing off the Imperial City and activating the Great Formation.

"..."

Wu Dao'an gave Zhu Jue a sullen glance and remained silent.

Knowing Shen Yi as he did, whether coming or going, his movements were always silent. Had it not been for the need for Incense Willpower, probably no one would be aware of his whereabouts.

That he made such a commotion this time, something serious must have occurred.

As a mere Martial Immortal, if he didn't invoke Shen Yi, how could he have maintained control over the situation?

Not to mention, how could anyone in the world keep the people from Wutong Mountain in check?

"..."

Xu Wanyun scanned her surroundings, feeling the silence, and suddenly a sense of melancholy arose in her heart.

Great Qian, the Xu Family, Wutong Mountain.

Three completely unrelated forces were coexisting harmoniously just outside a courtyard.

Even the woman who had lost her eyesight, the eldest sister from Wutong Mountain and a senior expert who had achieved full mastery of Divinity Transformation, was now obediently standing outside the courtyard, even behind that Jiang surname lady.

And honestly, one was more beautiful than the other.

Could it be they were arranged according to their beauty?

With this thought, Xu Wanyun hesitated for a moment, then stepped half a pace forward, slightly ahead of Xu Qing'er under her puzzled gaze.

"Both of you, behave."

Xu Hongde frowned and glared at the two women.

As a father, how could he be unaware of Qing'er's feelings, but... who nearby was an ordinary person? As the head of the Xu Family, even he had no way to fight for anything on behalf of his daughter.

"Still no news?"

Miao Qinghui walked over from a distance and quietly signaled to Tong Xin'chuan, "I received word that someone spotted the Purple Sky Divine Thunder Sword Palace near the Thousand Demon Cave."

After Nie Shixiong left the mountain, they had been waiting for the return of their Ling Xi sister but ultimately headed to Great Qian in search.

When they finally saw the three of them, they didn't expect each to be more wretched than the last.

The most pitiful Qingfeng was still lying in bed to this moment, unconscious.

"You stay here, I'll go find my fellow disciple."

Tong Xin'chuan nodded and turned to walk outside.

Just then, with a crunching sound, the wooden door shattered, and a figure flew out before everyone's eyes.

Thud, rolling several times on the ground, it came to a stop at Tong Xin'chuan's feet.

"Hiss."

In his incredulous gaze,

Nie Jun gritted his teeth and glanced at Tong Xin'chuan, "What are you looking at?"

With that, he got up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and shouted into the house, "That doesn't count. You caught me by surprise. Let's fight again."

Before his words ended, a Mysterious Sword shot out and with a slap, struck Nie Jun's face.

"Scram."

Along with the voice, a figure in a black robe stepped out the threshold.

Beneath the disheveled hair, Shen Yi's handsome and fair face beamed with brilliant eyes, showing no sign of injury whatsoever.

He wholly hadn't expected that in appreciation for the other removing the golden arrow, he had offered a Nanyang Sect's Treasured Pill to heal Nie Jun.

Yet this fool, upon opening his eyes, his first reaction was to draw his sword and start a fight.

"Senior brother."

Miao Qinghui looked at the sword cut on Nie Jun's face and her eyelids twitched.

When had these two that she considered the strongest among the younger generation become so familiar with each other?

And the one thrown out was actually Senior Brother Nie?

"Sigh."

Upon seeing that familiar face, Jiang Qiulan's previously calm expression finally changed; she let out a breath, her eyes reddened slightly, and she sniffed softly.

"Come in."

Shen Yi looked over the crowd and turned back to the courtyard.

With just two simple words, over a dozen people stepped forward to follow without hesitation.

Watching those robust figures,

You Longtao and Chen Qiankun exchanged glances and felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if they were looking at their past selves and others.

Shen Yi had left Qingzhou,

Yet it seemed he was doing the same things, just as convincing, becoming that final barrier in everyone's hearts.

"Tsk."

Nie Jun casually executed a sword flourish, suppressing the urge to go out for drinks and meat, and with a moue, followed the rest into the courtyard.