Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Several demon hunters ceased their inspection of the disciple, a deep wariness emerging in their eyes.

Only Chen Qiankun remained unfazed, casually releasing his grip on the Crude Iron Halberd in his hand, closing his eyes as his Yin God instantly left his body, the halberd soaring into the air!

Such an aura from a demon monarch still could not make him bat an eyelid.

However, it was just for an instant.

The halberd hovered in mid-air, seemingly lost for a moment, before falling back into Chen Qiankun's hand.

The old man opened his eyes, his calm gaze now tinged with a trace of peculiarity.

That aura… had vanished.

Even the Yin God could not detect its whereabouts.

Within the Condensation Elixir Realm, at such close proximity, it was impossible for demonic beasts to escape the Yin God's senses, whether by concealing their presence or adopting human form like Zhang Hengzhou, not to mention lower-level transformation techniques.

It seemed more like some sort of teleportation method, crossing thousands of miles in a blink, merely to intimidate him for a moment.

If it was such a divine skill, then the aura revealed just now was probably just the tip of the iceberg.

Chen Qiankun's grip on the Crude Iron Halberd tightened slowly, and after some time, he turned to look at the demon hunters.

The demon hunters' expressions changed slightly, as if they had guessed something.

The elder who single-handedly suppressed Qingfeng Mountain actually showed a trace of wistful sighing for the old days.

"I wonder which demon monarch is toying with me here. Since they refuse to come forward, let them behold… the sharpest sword of Qingzhou."

"I must trouble you all to take a trip to Yushan Prefecture."

"Summon Jiang Qiulan."

As soon as these words were spoken, including the two Clan-Protecting Elders of Qingfeng Mountain Gate, everyone involuntary touched their necks.

The over twenty thousand heads mounted on the walls of Yushan City are still piled up there to this day.

All the demon hunters nodded in agreement, "General Chen, there's no need to be courteous, we understand the gravity."

General Jiang's methods of hunting demons might not be stronger than General Chen's, after all, both of them are of the Embrace Pill Realm, and though she is fiercer, she has not truly broken through the realm.

She is also the only one among all Demon-suppression Great Generals who does not cultivate as a Martial Immortal but rather the Primordial.

Lacking even the abilities of a Yin God.

But as soon as she steps out of the Yushan City Gate, within at most half a day, every well-known demon monarch of Linjiang Prefecture will catch wind of it and then retreat to their lairs for peaceful recuperation.

Qingzhou's first sword, the head of the twelve Demon-suppression Generals, counting in the entire Demon-suppression Bureau and the four clans and five sects, the only ones who could best her were her master, the General of the Bureau.

"I have urgent matters to attend to and will not stay long."

Chen Qiankun shook his head slightly, gesturing faintly, and a red steed transformed into a streak of light and approached, snorting softly.

It then carried the old general to the middle of Qingfeng Mountain, where its hooves lightly trod, slowly stepping onto the peak of the Observation Sword Gorge Cliffs.

The elder cast his gaze down towards the dense forest below, finding it quite interesting. Explore hidden tales at empire

In the vivid description given by the villagers of Shuiyun Village, brought back by the demon hunters, a terrifying River God dressed in black, wearing a Mo Blade at his waist and eyes full of killing intent.

Yet when he actually saw him, it was a restrained young man.

He had waited an entire night and had not seen the other party come to pay his respects.

His thoughts were cautious, his actions decisive and resolute, possessing the courage to engage in fierce battles, evident in the steadfastness when taking the Demon Core, as if not even he, the Demon-suppression General, could snatch away what belonged to the young man.

Yet he did not use this opportunity to ask for greater merit, from start to finish not even willing to come near, let alone flatter or seek rewards.

"Looking down on the merit of slaying the dragon? I insist you have it."

Watching the young man walk out from the tent, a rare smile appeared on the corners of the old man's lips, thinking it might not be a bad choice to leave the Sword Pool of Qingfeng Mountain to him after observing for a few more years.

The Demon-suppression Bureau was not short of geniuses, but what it lacked were geniuses who had been tempered by life-and-death experiences. Although there was a risk of falling prematurely, without those moments of existential crisis, how could one protect millions of common people?

Only those seedlings that survive are truly excellent.

"Staying by my side would indeed be safe, but it would be a pity."

Having made a contribution, one should enjoy the limelight.

At this thought, he spoke indifferently, "Before returning to the Demon-suppression Bureau Office, dare to come down and I'll break your legs."

The words, neither light nor heavy, drifted down to the ears of the two below the cliff.

Hong Lei led the horse, shocked as he looked back. Upon seeing Chen Qiankun's familiar figure, he quickly nudged Shen Yi, "I told you, the horse was gifted to you by the General, so the Deputy must lead it. What are you dawdling for?"

Shen Yi also looked in that direction, only to see a streak of crimson light flash across the sky before vanishing from sight.

This wanton display of demeanor couldn't help but arouse a sense of admiration in him.

"..."

Fortunately, he had acquired a certain foundation of his own.

He felt the Outer Elixir in his energy sea, which the Sun Melting Furnace had repressed again.

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and mounted the Demon Horse.

More than twenty Golden Eagle Commandants cleared the way ahead, surrounded by dozens of camp Colonels. With a steady pace, Hong Lei led the Demon Horse and transmitted a secret message:

"The old General is quite thoughtful. He's worried about the Yangchun River Aquatic Race taking notice of you after slaying the Jiao. Besides this group of Deputies, no one else knows about it."

"But Zhao Kanglin died right before us, and only him... The Zhao Family inevitably harbors suspicions and grudges. Even though those old fogeys might not be able to touch you, flaunting your prowess early on also saves a lot of trouble."

...

Qingzhou City.

Under the control of the Demon-suppression Bureau Office, it was rare for any significant events to occur here.

It was just the usual tales of a swordsman's wife being kidnapped again, or thieves from Flat Sand Valley drinking the Prince's several jars of liquor.

As each message-bearing Colonel hurried along, an incident significant enough to stun everyone couldn't be concealed and echoed throughout the neighborhood.

Qingfeng Mountain had vanished.

Unlike the bloody storm that happened in Yushan Prefecture, under the hands of the General of Linjiang Prefecture, a grand mountain gate that had stood for countless years disappeared into thin air.

The storyteller gripped his clapper tightly, standing bewildered in the teahouse.

For decades, he had told stories of the chivalry and tender hearts of heroes, and of swords vanquishing demons, which had all become true "rumors" overnight.

"I..."

His dry lips moved, barely steadying his spirit. The stories he knew by heart were hard to tell once more, forcing him to rack his brain for new tales.

"Today, let me tell you all a story about... um... how the Shuiyun Township River God wielded an immortal blade and furiously slew a thousand-year-old fish spirit!"

The storyteller wiped off his sweat and clapped his clapper hard, "It's said that in our dynasty, there was a burly man with leopard's eyes and a ringed head, wearing a splendid golden-patterned brocade robe, wielding a Mo Blade capable of splitting mountains and cutting rivers, truly an imposing sight with his feet treading on the layered waves and followed by an army of shrimp soldiers and crab generals."

"The River Demon had a fierce face and big fatty ears, and it was horrifyingly arrogant! It bellowed, asking who the newcomer was?"

"With a cold smile, the burly man was accompanied by a turtle general bowing. 'Here comes the heavenly descendant, the River God of the town.' Just hearing this immortal's name made the River Demon retreat in panic, quivering like chaff, even shrinking its thing to the size of a bean..."

"Pfft!"

Spitting into his hand, the storyteller sharply raised his voice, "With a slash of the immortal blade, the River Demon was turned to dust and scattered to the wind!"

The bandaged young man below couldn't help but close his eyes and murmured softly, "I can't take it anymore, this is a bit cringe-worthy."

The bewitching woman in casual dress picked up her tea cup, feeling somewhat restless, "Ordinary folk love to hear these exaggerated stories."

Li Xinhan turned back to look at the storyteller, "I wonder how far he is from reaching the Jade Liquid Boundary, he should be close now. He's a talent too, just wasted too much time stuck in Baiyun Town."

"That's right."

Something else occurred to him, "I had forgotten to ask why you returned so early after asking me to take you out. And where is Shen Yi?"

Li Mujin stared at the broken tea leaves rising in the cup, not speaking for a long time.

She didn't know why she was in such a hurry to return. She had only been in the county town for two days when she couldn't help but ride back.

What if Qingfeng Mountain needed to continue drafting Colonels, what if she was chosen...

Why all of sudden were no more people needed.

What could a martial brother with Initial Realm Perfection possibly do on Qingfeng Mountain?

Amidst the woman's confused thoughts, Li Xinhan slowly furrowed his brows, staring intently at his sister with a look of displeasure and disbelief, "You let him go?!"

Despite the rare accusation, Li Mujin didn't retort, but rather suddenly stood up.

Outside, the hawkers' cries reached them, "They're back! The Demon-suppression Bureau Colonels are back!"