Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 1015 - 653 Return of the Qingluan Immortal General (Extra 2.2K, still owe 6.4K)

Chapter 1015: Chapter 653 Return of the Qingluan Immortal General (Extra 2.2K, still owe 6.4K)

Immortal Court, Imperial Stables.

Today, this place was exceedingly desolate; few immortals passed by the cloud-enshrouded gates, and it could even be said that they deliberately avoided the area.

On the rare occasion that someone came to the Imperial Stables on business, they would be expressionless from beginning to end, treating it as nothing more than official duty, leading the Immortal Chariot away without delay.

The Head and Deputy of the Stables stood outside the hall, stealing glances at the majestic Golden Body seated behind the desk within, and when they withdrew their gaze, they both sighed softly in unison.

Exchanging a glance, they both saw the unmistakable panic hidden in the depths of each other’s eyes.

"We’re finished."

The desolation here meant that another place must be bustling with activity.

Today, the liveliest place in the Immortal Court was undoubtedly the grand hall welcoming the return of Qingluan Immortal General.

Even without being notified, these stable hands had already received news of the other’s promotion to Great General, leaping two ranks, bypassing the position of a fourth-rank Immortal and taking charge of the fourth-rank Leopard Seal, henceforth walking a path of glory in the Immortal Court.

But their own master would not listen to advice, not only did he not prepare the proper tribute to offer an apology to Fairy Zi Ling before her descent to the Mortal Realm, but he also ignored today’s grand event and still sat quietly in the hall, sorting out miscellaneous duties.

If a venerable fourth-rank Immortal General didn’t invite you, wouldn’t it still be appropriate to go and offer a few congratulatory words on your own? Could it really be considered humiliating?

The many immortals crowding around General Qingluan’s palace, which one had actually received an invitation? Were they not still bringing their gifts and shamelessly squeezing inside?

Moreover, you have offended him.

The Head and Deputy sighed, having never seen such a thing before, now their eyes were opened, realizing that this Merit Immortal was not only rigid but also haughtily frightening.

Just unsure whether, when Fairy Zi Ling returns, their esteemed Horses’ Fortune could still sit as securely as he did now.

"..."

Qinghua silently put down her brush, closed the book in her hand, and placed it in order.

She had, of course, heard the sighs of the subordinates outside the hall.

Zi Ling’s connections in heaven were truly excellent; news of her being forcefully confined to the stables had already spread far and wide.

Today, Qingluan Immortal General returned to the Immortal Court.

In the eyes of these people, her role as Horses’ Fortune was nearing its end.

But there was not the slightest hint of panic in Lady Qinghua’s eyes.

She slightly lifted her gaze, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips—as long as she had her master, it seemed there was nothing to worry about.

Although Zi Ling’s death could not completely solve the problem and might even bring more trouble, she merely needed to follow orders and handle her duties well.

Just as she had seen in the Great Qian.

The dragon, once trapped in shallow waters, in nearly the same posture, once again soared up into the sky over the divine land.

...

Immortal Cranes soared like clouds, peonies bloomed like the sea.

A golden jade corridor stretched across the sky, leading directly to the Immortal Palace.

Under the escort of numerous immortals.

The man in green and white armor slowly paced forward; his originally spirited face appeared somewhat cold due to his indifferent demeanor.

In the face of all the flattery, his gaze remained tranquil, not even a ripple disturbed it.

The immortals, however, did not show any oddity.

It was widely known that General Qingluan was a loner, without a single proper friend to speak with in the vast Immortal Court, hardly mingling with his fellow disciples.

In his palace, there was not even a servant or palace maid for menial tasks.

As if he were born to be a sharp blade for the Immortal Court, devoid of any feelings of his own.

To put it unpleasantly, these immortals coming to congratulate him couldn’t even fathom the preferences of this Immortal General.

And it was for this reason that he had gained the name of "Impartial."

Everyone entered the Immortal Palace, where the palace maids sent by their factions had already prepared a banquet of exquisite dishes and fine wine.

Immortal Officials held up their wine cups, generously offering words of celebration.

"..."

Qingluan Immortal General was seated at the highest place but managed to give off an aura of isolation as if in a secluded corner.

He poured and drank on his own, as if the hustle and bustle before him had nothing to do with him—the Immortals were toasting someone else.

"General Qingluan."

Just then, a broad-shouldered man approached leisurely, draining the Immortal Brew from his cup in one go.

It was the master of the Lion-Tiger Beast, Hong Jing Immortal General.

"My good-for-nothing nephew and Zi Ling have a very close friendship. During her descent to the Mortal Realm, I specifically sent my mount to escort her. She praised you non-stop, General. Let me toast to you once more."

Hong Jing Immortal General lifted his cup again, only to see the man before him look at him directly for the first time, "The Bodhisattva’s sermon ended days ago, hasn’t she returned yet?"

"This..." Hong Jing Immortal General paused, his face breaking into a smile. Sure enough, whether mortal or immortal, everyone has something they care about.

"Are you worried that a minor conflict arose between the Imperial Court and the Bodhisattva and might implicate Zi Ling?"

He set down his drinking cup, "You worry too much. She doesn’t often descend to the Mortal Realm, and she suffered some grievances recently. I asked her to return to Hongze to check on my nephew and to relax a bit in her homeland. She should be back in no more than ten more days."

"Grievances?" General Qingluan raised his head slightly.

"Zi Ling was dispatched to the Mortal Realm on your behalf and left in a hurry, forgetting to get an approval note. She got caught by the newly appointed Horses’ Fortune and was locked up in the Imperial Stables for quite a while," Hong Jing Immortal General said with a wry smile.

However, to his surprise, General Qingluan’s face was expressionless. After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head and said softly, "Following the rules is not a grievance."

Hearing this.

Hong Jing Immortal General clicked his tongue internally. The rumors turned out to be true, he was indeed nothing but a blade for the Immortal Court.

Befriending such a person was truly a daunting task.

With that thought, he smiled again and, after taking the aforementioned drink, he returned to his seat.

As the feast came to an end amidst the clinking of cups.

The Immortal Officials began to rise and take their leave.

General Qingluan had no intention of seeing off the guests. He went back to the depths of his temporary palace with a hint of alcohol, took off his armor, dressed in a thin white shirt, and sat down in a dimly lit study.

The night deepened, and the slight drunkenness on his face gradually faded as he earnestly sifted through the piled documents on his desk.

Time passed without measure.

He reached out of habit, yet did not touch the teacup he was expecting.

General Qingluan paused, slightly squeezed his fingers, and withdrew his hand, continuing to focus on his official duties.

Until dawn broke with its white light,

He stretched his arms and reached for the overcoat on the shelf, only to come up empty again.

General Qingluan glanced sideways, staring at the empty shelf.

Suddenly, he felt an unusual discomfort.

After a long contemplation, he slowly closed his eyes.

Nineteen days passed in the blink of an eye.

This newly promoted Great Immortal General hadn’t stepped out of the study once.

Until the sky brightened once more.

He finally put down the documents, stood up, and walked outside the temporary palace.

As an Immortal General, Qingluan had no means of communicating, and he simply walked to another palace, seeing the astonished Hong Jing Immortal General. He directly asked, "Why hasn’t she returned yet?"

"I... I don’t know,"

Hong Jing’s eyelids twitched. He had said it would be no more than a dozen days, and now on the nineteenth day, his counterpart had come asking; but how could he know what had delayed the mounts on either end with the gap between heaven and earth.

"Look into what happened on the day the Bodhisattva preached for me."

Qingluan nodded lightly and turned to leave the temporary palace.

"You have given the word, and I will certainly investigate carefully, but where are you going now?" Hong Jing Immortal General hurried to his feet and accompanied him out of the palace.

General Qingluan looked into the distance and said in a concise manner, "Imperial Stables."

In handling affairs, he rarely sought clues, preferring to get straight to the point and ask for the reasons.

If someone had an accident, especially when they had descended with an imperial decree, where mortals would not dare touch a hair on their head, and yet an incident occurred, there must be a reason.

A conflict between the Imperial Court and the Bodhisattva is one reason.

Mutual animosity is another.

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