Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 1133 - 701: Heaven and Earth Conspire, to Scheme for Me, Shen Mou!_3

Chapter 1133: Chapter 701: Heaven and Earth Conspire, to Scheme for Me, Shen Mou!_3

After all, they are merely dividers of a feast, once caught in a calamity, it would be staking their lives, and there is no necessity for that.

Thus, for the three Great Demons to muster such a force, it’s already considered a significant investment for the sake of returning to Shen Zhou.

Little do they know, they are but making bridal attire for the Jade Pond Immortal Sect.

The Tian Dong Fairy descends to the mortal realm, needing a battle to make known her name to the world.

The Monk first devises strategies for the Great Demons and then sets up the situation for the Jade Pond Immortal Sect, aiding both sides can be considered the utmost kindness.

Of course, after this event, the three Great Demons will inevitably harbor resentment towards the Three Immortals Sect, something the Bodhi Sect could not control, only then will it be time for these Arhats to step in and turn the tides.

The young Monk shook his head, leaving Buddha Mountain with unruffled composure.

On the other end of the Jade Slip.

Hong Jing was temporarily acting as a coachman, steering the immortal horse while also quietly crushing the Jade Slip.

"Why are we suddenly changing direction?" The Fairy Tian Dong’s puzzled voice came from the carriage.

"Something unusual was detected in the sky, a message was sent to me, it seems there might be trouble at Songfeng Prefecture, it would be better for us to go and take a look first," Hong Jing respectfully explained.

"Not to be critical, but the Immortal Court has been quite lazy lately, allowing these Evil beings to regain their ambitions," Fairy Tian Dong remarked softly.

"As your disciple should, we will certainly correct this."

Hong Jing withdrew his gaze, a touch of reflection passing through his eyes.

Some people work diligently, only to end up a mere coachman, while others seclude themselves for years, and upon leaving, everything is prepared for them.

Even the number of Demons and defenders of the Great Nan Continent are clear as day.

With Fairy Tian Dong’s strength, as long as the preparations are made in advance, even if faced with eight Great Demons of the same realm, she could at least temporarily entangle six of them, leaving the remaining two or three Great Demons to cause chaos far and wide, inciting fear among the people, yet not leading to the collapse of the Great Nan Continent.

When the Guardian of the Great Nan Continent arrives, the demon calamity will resolve itself, and the one who leaves the deepest impression in the eyes of the commonfolk will be the Fairy in green robe and white skirt who stood up first.

How unjust...

Hong Jing sighed softly but quickly composed his emotions.

At least he could earn the merit of guiding the way, a step further than the other disciples.

...

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the Shen Mansion in Jianyang Prefecture, an unexpected guest arrived.

As the vast yellow clouds filled their eyesight,

Ye Lan and Wushan both stood up promptly, respectfully bowing and simultaneously feeling puzzled.

Lord Yang had actually taken the initiative to come to the territory of the nine prefectures?

When the other party had left the family initially, he seemed to have abandoned any concern for life and death in this place.

The middle-aged man with an air of decline landed gracefully, glanced lightly at the two: "Do not blame me for not warning you, you better quickly wake your Lord Yan... and then come back to accept punishment."

To accuse someone, it is naturally best to let the stubborn old man see with his own eyes what foolishness his subordinates have committed.

"Accept punishment?"

Ye Lan and Wushan looked at each other, both puzzled: "May Lord Yang please clarify? Your subordinates do not quite understand."

What matter requires summoning Elder Yan, who is currently in seclusion and recuperating?

"..."

Lord Yang Mingli’s previously indifferent expression suddenly sank, he hadn’t expected that within such a short period, these two once competent individuals had become this deplorable, acting ignorant even with his personal arrival.

His eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a more dangerous aura: "Very good, very good. In that case, call your remaining General Nanyang here as well, and bring the latest memorials, I shall review them myself!"

How can one hide the matter of demon calamity from a truly investigative Third-Rank General of Southern Defense, such obstinance!

"Nanyang... Nanyang is not in this place," Wushan sensed the inexplicable anger in Lord Yang’s tone, looking up, speaking haltingly.

Upon hearing this, Yang Mingli’s anger intensified: "Are you saying that I can no longer summon you all? Regardless of what he is doing, have him return to me immediately!"

"But he truly isn’t here."

Wushan was also getting anxious, and even a clay figurine has some temper; this unwarranted grievance was too much to bear.

He stood up straight: "General Nanyang had already set out for Songfeng Prefecture to find you a few days earlier, he cannot be called back now."

"Looking for me?"

Yang Mingli’s angry expression eased slightly, somewhat astonished: "Why was he looking for me?"

"He received word that a congregation of Demons was heading towards Songfeng Prefecture, concerned that you might not have made sufficient preparations, and to avoid any mishaps he went to report," Ye Lan also withdrew his hand.

"Nonsense!"

Lord Yang Mingli always had full confidence in his judgment, immediately scoffing: "The nine prefectures are too busy dealing with their own demon troubles, those demons unless having lost their minds, why would they come from Songfeng Prefecture..."

He was interrupted mid-sentence by the two.

"Sorry, Lord Yang."

"The western nine prefectures are indeed plagued by demons."

Ye Lan looked seriously at the middle-aged man, word by word: "But so far, there have been no casualties... What I mean is, including ordinary civilians, there have been no casualties."

This ridiculous statement made Yang Mingli’s face even more scornful, but quickly, that smirk froze on his face.

Because even the most cunning Wushan, at this moment, looked quite proud, his large and sturdy frame standing tall.

Without the need for the Imperial Court, relying solely on the power of the Demon Slayer Bureau... To be precise, relying solely on the power of General Nanyang alone, they were able to achieve zero casualties.

Who else can claim the same in the twenty-seven prefectures of the Great Nan Continent?

"I must remind you, his words are usually quite accurate," Wushan raised his eyebrows.

With that statement, Yang Mingli’s complexion had already turned a shade lighter, apparently believing most of it.

He clenched his fist tightly.

It’s bad, something’s happened to my Songfeng Prefecture!