Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 1089 - 683: The Monk Who Came Knocking (Wishing All the Big Shots a Happy New Year in Advance, May Everything Go Smoothly!)_2

Chapter 1089: Chapter 683: The Monk Who Came Knocking (Wishing All the Big Shots a Happy New Year in Advance, May Everything Go Smoothly!)_2

And this landowner of Jianyang Prefecture, through many years of diligence and rich experience, had blessed the area so that no major incidents had ever occurred. Even before becoming an Immortal Official, he had a life-and-death friendship with the local Magistrate, thus aware of the existence of the Demon Slayer Bureau.

If even he betrayed the Imperial Court, then whether or not others betray it is no longer important, it simply indicates that the entire Immortal Court is already planning to truly take action against the Human World.

Secondly, Shen Yi indeed has this habit... Each time handling matters in a similar fashion.

Moreover, before departing, Ye Lan noticed that this young man’s emotions were slightly off and had even verbally cautioned him.

"Whoosh."

Ye Lan took out the Jade Slip: "You stay put here for now."

Having said that, despite her previous concerns for Elder Yan’s injuries, she decisively communicated with the other party now and explained the whole situation clearly.

Since visiting Shenxu Mountain together, Shen Yi was no longer just an ordinary colleague to Ye Lan, not just any General Nanyang, but a sworn younger brother before their master’s statue, pledging never to abandon each other in life or death.

The other end of the Jade Slip listened silently, not responding with a lengthy lecture.

The elderly voice was slightly weak, but his tone was as imposing and firm as usual: "Understood, wait for me."

...

Outside the Three Prefectures, an area surrounded by more than ten Immortal Sects.

Among the Sky Curtain, a streak of Auspicious Cloud rapidly approached.

But merely nearing this area, the cloud stained with traces of blood; when the mountain wind carrying the stench rushed in, even the figure atop the Auspicious Cloud trembled slightly.

Situated within the domain of the Divine Dynasty, Wushan had not witnessed such a scene in many years.

He gazed down solemnly, trying hard to clench his fists to steady his spirit.

Blood Plasma like streams, gathering into rivers atop Qing Mountain, running wild, gigantic disjointed corpses occupied his entire field of vision, not seeing an end at one glance.

The collapsed ancient Pagoda leaned within the mountain depths, devoid of any desolation, only inciting a chill in the observer.

It seemed not like Demons had collaborated to break the Pagoda, but rather a villain had come, arbitrarily prying open the Pagoda, dragging out Great Demons like pigs and dogs to be slaughtered, then blasted their limbs across the mountainside.

As for who that "villain" was.

Wushan glanced sideways, only to see another mountain peak across from the Pagoda.

In such a scene akin to Purgatory, there was someone untainted by dust, with a calm face, his ink robe fluttering, sitting cross-legged there, his handsome brows and eyes conveying an enlightened and detached demeanor.

This stark contrast made Wushan feel it ridiculous.

The answer seemed quite obvious.

That General Nanyang arrived alone, standing in front of this Pagoda, personally annihilating the horde of Demons; looking at this stance, probably not even a single one escaped alive.

Such strength, completely beyond Wushan’s expectations, he had initially thought Shen Yi was merely at the early stage of Taiyi Immortal, still immensely far from Ye Lan.

But with just this battle of spells, frankly, probably three Ye Lans would not match this man!

So young, yet so formidable.

Wushan originally thought Shen Yi quite arrogant, usually silent and indifferent towards everyone.

Now he realized, it’s not arrogance... It’s modesty.

"Whoosh—"

Wushman rubbed his brows, remembering his previous deliberate distancing when in Jianyang Prefecture, a wry smile gradually appeared on his face.

He possessed Fourth Grade strength, but due to concerns about complications, could only sit tight in the Prefecture City.

If this was normal, being a court official, being cautious is never wrong.

However, before changing his mind, his actions of wanting to leave the Three Prefectures outright compared to the current young man, seemed downright ugly.

The other person indeed deserved the title of Titled General.

Thinking further... had Shen Yi been the master of that Immortal Sect before, perhaps even his own family could have avoided the catastrophe.

Wushan took one last look at the mountain of corpses, feeling somewhat ashamed to face the General Nanyang again, directly maneuvered the Auspicious Cloud to return the way he came.

Just after flying out less than a hundred miles.

He suddenly furrowed his brows, looking bewildered towards the other side of Qing Mountain.

The next moment, Wushan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he descended straight down.

He saw at the mountain base, two monks, one old and one young, simply dressed, heading towards the Demon Suppressing Tower.

"Divine Dynasty’s restricted area, bystanders disperse."

Wushan could tell at a glance how dire Shen Yi’s situation was, how could he possibly let outsiders disturb him.

"court official, this monk simply seeks to find a person."

The old monk clasped his hands in a polite salute, his attitude courteous, while the young monk furrowed his brows slightly and glanced at Wushan with a bit of hostility, clearly somewhat unyielding.

"Divine Dynasty slays demons; whom exactly are you looking for?" Wushan moved his feet, blocking the two men’s path.

"Affairs of the Sect must not be spoken lightly; I hope the court official understands." The old monk shook his head. That conspicuous air of Arhat was not from the Bodhi Sect, yet it appeared near the Jianyang Three Prefectures, it was imperative to check today.

"I’m sorry, I do not understand."

Wushan shook his head too, his attitude resolute.

If it had been another day, he would have at most notified the General of Southern Defense, unless there was an order from above, he would never get involved in the matters of Three Religions whimsically.

But now it’s different, based on just a word from this old monk, he had determined who they were looking for.

Let’s not forget, General Nanyang holds a grudge against the Bodhi Sect, even the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva just came to trouble recently.

In such a situation, how could Wushan possibly let them in?

"This place is not under the jurisdiction of the Divine Dynasty, nor is it covered by the Emperor’s Aura; it belongs to the Three Religions, by what right do you deny us entry? Do you really think that the vast Human World is dictated by your Imperial Court?"

The young monk finally lost his patience and sneered coldly.

The old monk held up a hand to stop his complaints and then without another word, he directly strode forward.

Merely using words to stop him was not enough.

Seeing that the two intended to forcefully trespass, a chill gleamed in Wushan’s eyes, and with a slight step forward, he blocked the old monk shoulder to shoulder, stopping his steps abruptly.

At the moment of their bodies touching, their eyes locked instantly.

"..."

Wushan, with his robust and bulky physique, collided with the old monk’s thin and frail body. Neither spoke, seemingly without exerting any force, not to mention lands splitting, not even the soil under their feet shifted noticeably.

Yet they seemed frozen in their tracks.

Strands of Jin Guang, like ripples, emerged on the surface of the old monk’s body and then grew more intense. He silently stared at Wushan’s plump face, after a long while, traces of blood rolled down from his eyes to his jaw, then dropped to the ground.

"Are you still coming in now?" Wushan tugged at the corner of his mouth, more domineering now.

"Hmph."

The old monk closed his eyes. The opponent cultivated the Dharma of the Three Immortals Sect, not a mere Qi Refinement technique, but a path similar to that of a Walker.

Among all the Myriad Laws in the world, when talking about physique, the great scriptures of the Bodhi Sect were naturally the supreme spells, this was beyond dispute.

Yet the opponent could withstand his own Great Arhat Fruit Position, indicating his strength was not to be underestimated.

The old monk reopened his eyes, looking towards the direction of the Three Prefectures; what’s more important was that there were many of the Imperial Court’s people, who should arrive soon.

He sighed softly: "You lot are too overbearing."

Wushan’s smile gradually faded, coldly saying: "Scram!"

The young monk sensing something wrong, hurried forward to support his elder, casting one resentful look at the burly man before turning around and quickly leaving Qing Mountain.

After the two completely vanished from sensation.

Wushan’s eyes lowered, he took a few deep breaths, then turned around intending to go inform Shen Yi.

However, just having taken a few steps, he staggered and knelt on the ground, with his palms supported on the earth, his thick arms convulsed ceaselessly, the restless Jin Guang violently crashing within his limbs, making his breathing grow even heavier.

It took a while before he recovered.

Wushan spit, his head covered in large beads of sweat, managed a bitter smile: "Damn it, I’ve overplayed my hand."

He had clearly agreed not to interfere with these troubles, yet... how did it end up that he couldn’t restrain his own legs at the last moment?

Now Elder Yan was injured.

With troubles arising in the other six prefectures and himself helping in supervision, if something happened to the jurisdictions under his charge, who would help Wushan then?

"This is really despicable!"

Wushan frustratedly slaps his face.

He pushed himself up, staggeringly heading towards the mountain depths.

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