Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Within the quiet room,

after saying these words, Fang Heng lowered his arms, taking a step back with a hint of wariness.

Since their meeting, every time he thought of saying something to make the other party stay, his own arms would suffer, starting from the right arm to both arms...

Yet he still stared intently at the ink-robed youth seated at the table.

The standards for Master to take on disciples placed talent after the desire to kill; every brother and sister, including himself, were among the most ferocious demon slayers, their achievements far surpassing their peers.

This was because Qingzhou was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

It was like a building made of sand; although it seemed stable, a mere touch could cause it to instantly collapse.

Qingzhou of today did not need a genius with exceptional talent, devoted to cultivation, swiftly advancing through levels only to drift away like an immortal untainted by the dust of the world.

What Qingzhou needed was a butcher, a fierce god who could suppress the Demon King and make the host of demons cower and shiver at his feet!

Apart from Lin Baiwei, Fang Heng was the only person from the Demon-suppression Bureau who had personally witnessed Shen Yi's terrifyingly rapid growth. Intercepting Veins and Capturing Dragons took him only five days to master, and so did the Four Harmonies True Gang.

What's more, he had never seen fear in his eyes.

Whether going to Shuiyun Village or ascending Qingfeng Mountain.

The figure that left was always slender but with an undeniable presence.

The River God died, the Jiaolong perished!

The accompanying black blade at his waist remained as dark as ever, its scent of blood growing ever stronger.

Such a man should not be sent away to temper his heart and endure decades or hundreds of years of hardship to become a General garrisoning a prefecture.

He should continue to kill until he became an existence like Sister Jiang, vying for the position of General with her! With the sharp blade in hand, to strike awe into the twelve great prefectures!

Sister Bai Wei has not returned.

Now, apart from himself, no one knew just how exaggerated Shen Yi's abilities were, not just in terms of the rapid advancement of his martial realm but also his astonishing composure, and the confidence of never relying on others.

What is most needed in a General, if not that smidgen of self-confidence that borders on arrogance?

After all, he is the one millions rely on, yet there is no one for him to lean on.

"I..."

Fang Heng felt a sting in his throat, an urge to explain himself to the other man overwhelming him.

Just then, he saw Shen Yi slightly lift his eyes and, holding a cup of water, he lazily looked over at Fang Heng.

"Who told you I'm going to Linjiang Prefecture?"

The moment these words were uttered, the two figures outside the courtyard were momentarily stunned; Bai Ziming rolled his eyes and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fang Heng fell silent as well, taking a long time to respond, and after a while, he aimlessly turned his gaze towards the new Yin Yang Fish clothing on the bed.

"Then why... don't you refuse..."

"Why should I refuse?"

Shen Yi took another sip of the warm water, questioning, "Can't I have both?"

If he remembered correctly, he hadn't received an order that he must go to Linjiang Prefecture. Couldn't a Personal Adjutant General stay in Qingzhou City and continue with his work? He didn't need the help of a Colonel.

Mainly, after all this time, the performance of the people in the Demon-suppression Bureau... was just too pathetic.

Shen Yi truly couldn't muster any interest in it.

"Both, have both?"

Fang Heng's eyelids twitched, realizing for the first time that things could be done this way.

Pulling strings with the old Master Chen Qiankun... and then doing his own thing?

"Yeah," Shen Yi nodded.

Once again, Fang Heng fell silent, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.

This all sounded so preposterous, and yet there were no rules against it; after all, many generals had endured a lifetime just for a bit of peaceful daily life, none would stop just at the threshold.

Seeing the other's calm demeanor, Fang Heng became tangled in thought, "Do you also feel... uncomfortable staying too settled?"

"Bullshit."

Shen Yi gave him a speechless glance, no one would complain about living too securely, he wasn't a masochist.

"Then why?"

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Fang Heng finally harbored an undying curiosity.

"Because I'm sick,"

Shen Yi rarely showed a trace of jest on his face, picking up his chopsticks to grab a pork knuckle from the lunchbox. To eat the knuckle, one must first nibble the skin.

He wasn't actually brushing Fang Heng off.

He was indeed seriously ill.

Like at the Liu Family's door, when he first saw the black-skinned Dog Demon, that hand that extended of its own accord to stop the creature.

Or, upon seeing the group of collapsed youngsters in the rice field ridges, the inexplicably moving legs that walked past them to stand before the jaundiced beast.

Shen Yi was working hard to rid himself of this bad habit that could get him killed.

But so far, he hadn't seen any results.

Thus, he could only do his best to ceaselessly enhance his strength, hoping that next time he inadvertently extended his hand or took a step forward, he could rely on the Mo Dao in his grasp to save his own life.

At the entrance to the courtyard,

the middle-aged man's face looked a bit ugly, and the little girl was covering her mouth, shivering all over, with tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, her little feet kicking incessantly against his arm.

"Ha... he's about to... this is no simple child, her ambition is frighteningly big."

"I really—" The girl stopped laughing, leapt down from his shoulder, her eyes turning profound: "like it so much."

"Grandma, where are you going?" The middle-aged man furrowed his brows tightly, clearly not expecting Shen Yi to have such thoughts.

"I want to see if he really dares to want everything."

The little girl, dressed in emerald, hopped to the house's door and glanced at Bai Ziming: "Scram."

"Eh!"

Bai Ziming obediently nodded his head, not bothering with his junior brother, he sighed with relief and quickly left the courtyard.

Thank goodness this fool hadn't managed to spill the beans yet... That was close.

After he had left,

the girl in green once again revealed her sweet smile, stood on her tiptoes to knock on the door, and called out with her soft, glutinous voice: "Big brother, can A'Qian come in?"

"..."

Inside the house, Shen Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, the hand holding the chopsticks growing increasingly tense.

This was the first time... someone had entered this courtyard without his knowledge. The last time he had felt like this was back in Baiyun County with those two demon snakes.

Fang Heng was stunned, then suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

With a ghastly pale face, he turned around, gritting his teeth as he tried to move his numb arm to pull the door open, looking down at the petite figure before him, he instinctively said, "Old..."

At the sound of that word, the girl's eyes flashed with a dangerous look, and she said in a faint, indifferent tone: "You scram too."

Fang Heng looked back at Shen Yi, then silently left the room.

Once his robust figure was gone, Shen Yi finally saw the little one. She was dressed in an emerald dress, stood barefoot, her eyelashes were thick, and her white and tender face was pleasingly plump.

Seeing A'Qian's sweet smile revealing her pearly teeth, her large,watery eyes curiously gazed at him.

The handsome young man responded with a gentle smile on his face.

Following that, he stealthily reached for the hilt of the knife at his waist.

The harmless-looking little thing before him was exerting the greatest pressure he had felt in a long time!

"Hee, don't be nervous."

A'Qian noticed his motion, and hopped onto a chair, propping her arms on the table, bringing her plump face close to Shen Yi: "I just overheard big brother speaking by accident, so I came in to ask..."

She stretched out her wrist, a golden bell jingling melodically.

Between her pale fingers, hung a similarly shaped silver bell: "Do you want this?"

Shen Yi stared at the bell, a flicker of confusion crossing his deep black eyes.

He had seen such bells before in Baiyun County, in the hands of a Fox Demon, although those were made of bronze. At the time, he thought they were precious tools bestowed by the Fox Demon's elders, but now one had appeared within the Demon-suppression Bureau.

Three identical bells.

They oscillated in his mind and before his eyes at the same time, emitting a crisp and pleasing sound.

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