Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

For the fight to the death, nothing is more taboo than losing momentum.

Shen Yi's relentless movements made it impossible for the Jiao demon to see his limit.

Not only that, the distance maintained by the opponent seemed like a chasm in its eyes, seemingly just a little bit away from striking down, yet always unable to cross.

The dense scars left by Chen Qiankun on the body of the Jiao demon made it resemble a piece of porcelain on the verge of shattering.

At this moment, under the relentless pounding of the qi blasts.

This Condensation Elixir realm old demon that had lived for over three thousand years had completely lost the power to resist, and a trace of fear inevitably crept into its heart.

This fear came not only from the worry that the Demon-suppression Great General might catch up, but mostly from that young man in the distance.

This damned Colonel wanted to completely shatter it!

"Ao——"

No longer caring about Chen Qiankun, the Jiao demon let out an exalted cry as it attempted to transform into its original body and soar away.

Even in death! It would rather die under that Great Demon halberd!

A weakling of the Jade Liquid Boundary, dares to kill me, the Jiao Jun?!

"..."

Having captured the demon's expression in his gaze.

A complex light flashed in Shen Yi's dark eyes, but his movements were undebatable, as he directly drew the Straight Ceremonial Knife from his waist.

In the next moment, his figure exploded with motion.

With both palms gripping the knife, he carried the surging momentum and slashed a streak of black light across the sky!

The sharp edge of the knife pierced into the Jiao demon's heart with a pfft sound.

The distinctly jointed long fingers gripped the knife handle tightly, stained by the scalding dark red monster blood.

"You're courting death!"

The Jiao demon's claws suddenly blasted out, easily penetrating the young man's shoulders; equally scorching blood, tinged with specks of gold, splattered on his clear face.

In those clear eyes, there was no resolve or determination, only a hint of pain, a trace of fear, no different from an ordinary person.

Afraid or not? Perhaps a little.

To kill or not?

Shen Yi slowly released his knife gripping hand, clenching a fist instead.

Intercepting Veins and Capturing Dragons!

In the midst of intense tearing pain, the rigid fist with invisible speed to the naked eye, mercilessly slammed onto the Jiao demon's veins all over its body!

The pitch-black scales, which had been scorched by demon fire countless times, all fell off, and countless veins were instantly sealed.

"Get off! Get off of me!"

The Jiao demon's arms numb, its claws sunk into the opponent's flesh, couldn't be pulled out no matter what.

It frantically tried to push away the other, but still couldn't do it.

Even Shen Yi took a half step closer, letting those scaly claws sink another half inch into his body.

"If you don't die, I can't rest."

His voice faint as a mosquito, he regained his grip on the Black Knife at the demon's heart, abruptly pulling it out and splashing a wave of blood.

The tattered black robe danced, and the Ceremonial Blade entwined with streaming blood cut down like a full moon.

Pfft——

The hideous Jiao head rolled on the ground with a bewildered expression, while beneath the half body, a trail of blood stretched along the path to the end of sight.

That was the blood and storms of the journey, countless times of raising his hand.

[Having slain the Condensation Elixir realm Jiao demon, total lifespan 5,240 years, remaining lifespan 1,970 years, completely absorbed.]

[Remaining demon lifespan: 3,264 years.]

Shen Yi's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, unclear if it was from exhaustion or excitement.

His breathing was rapid, and gradually a trace of weariness crept onto his face.

After adjusting his breath slightly, Shen Yi gritted his teeth, he pulled out the two Jiao claws deeply embedded in his flesh, their scaly sharpness like a series of hooks tearing out flesh… truly fucking painful.

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The lower half of the Jiao's body thudded to the ground.

Even in death, it did not revert to its original form; it must have taken considerable effort to come ashore. No wonder it had remained undiscovered in Qingzhou for over a hundred years.

Shen Yi stepped on the corpse and expertly sliced open its abdomen.

Just then, a series of footsteps approached from behind.

Shen Yi turned to look and saw a group of riders approaching rapidly this way, following the blood trail left by the Jiao demon. Leading them was a majestic horse, its entire body as red as blood.

A hint of surprise flickered in his heart.

Has the entire Qingfeng Sect been dealt with so quickly?

Atop the red horse, an old man clad in Black Light Mystery Armor held a Crude Iron Halberd, looking down from above.

Chen Qiankun watched the blood-soaked youth with an impassive gaze, showing neither happiness nor anger.

The warriors atop the other demon horses were experienced lieutenants. Upon seeing the scene before them, astonishment filled their eyes.

While they were still busy on Qingfeng Mountain, a mere Colonel had come to hunt a Condensation Elixir Demon?

What was even more unbelievable was... looking at the lifeless half torso, the Yangchun River Jiao Jun had indeed been slain by him?

Hong Lei, trailing at the back, dismounted from his horse with a mix of shock and resignation and gave Shen Yi a glance before whispering something to Chen Qiankun.

The old man waved his hand and looked at the youth again, nodding slightly, "Why do you watch me? Continue, take it."

Hearing this, Shen Yi continued to wield his knife, extracted the glowing Demon Core, and tucked it into his waistband, his movements fluid and uninterrupted.

"…" The lieutenants held their breath for a moment.

Patriarch Chen was slightly taken aback and then, almost imperceptibly, his lips curled into a mocking smile.

He tugged on the reins and slowly turned, "Give him a horse."

At these words, a lieutenant beside him hesitated for a moment but promptly dismounted and quickly walked over with the demon horse, offering the reins to Shen Yi.

"This Jiao corpse must be sent to the Imperial Court; unfortunately, I cannot give it to you."

Chen Qiankun then said, "Ride this horse back to the Qingzhou Demon Suppression Bureau Office. Wear your cloak and, when you have time, come seek me out in Linjiang Prefecture and become a personal attendant."

As soon as the old gentleman's words were spoken, not only the other lieutenants, but even Hong Lei was momentarily dumbfounded.

He personally informed the other party that Shen Yi had executed the millennium Crocodile Dragon and had caused Nu Jian to die in shock by a flip of the hand. It was understandable for him to be promoted to lieutenant.

But to become a personal attendant... that was an entirely different concept.

This meant that Patriarch Chen was willing to include him in the cadre of his successors.

After his retirement, there would be an opportunity to compete with other personal attendants for the position of the Demon-suppression Great General.

Beyond that, the more tangible benefit was just to serve under the General for a few years... not the kind temporarily transferred, but one who followed day and night.

As long as there were no mishaps.

General Chen would write a letter of recommendation, present it to the Imperial Court, vouch for the other party, and obtain a set of the Condensation Elixir Method for him. If he performed meritorious services, it wouldn't be out of the question to visit the Martial Temple two or three times before his lifespan ran out.

What could possibly go wrong? Patriarch Chen needed to maintain his peak condition to deter the Great Demons, so he rarely took action.

With his protection, even demons would be scarce, let alone how much more comfortable that would be than the rest of the Demon Suppression Bureau's staff who fought to the death.

"It seems like this is your first encounter with him, isn't it?"

A lieutenant next to him suppressed his envy and whispered.

"Not really."

Chen Qiankun smiled again enigmatically, recalling the portraits recently copied by the demon hunters from a certain temple.

He was no true Martial Immortal, merely a warrior practicing alchemy. Alone, he oversaw more than thirty counties, over two thousand villages, millions of civilians, his days occupied with watching over the Condensation Elixir Demons, stretched too thin to manage everything.

Hence, countless spirits and monsters built temples in secret, yet one dressed in black was the first of his kind.

Deserving of his reputation as a talented youth.

Competing with me for offerings, no wonder you handle the Demon Core with such expertise.

Earlier, on the grand altar, every glance Zhang Hengzhou cast outside was quietly observed by Chen Qiankun, including when the Jiao dragon fled and the young man in black slightly furrowed his brow and calmly stepped back among the others.

It was a pity he was preoccupied with urgent matters earlier and had no time for a few words of exchange with him.

We'll catch up on that the next time we meet.

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