Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 1142 - 704: So It Was You Picking the Fruits of Jade Pond Immortal Sect_3

Chapter 1142: Chapter 704: So It Was You Picking the Fruits of Jade Pond Immortal Sect_3

"Senior sister, wait a moment. I’ll be right back. Let’s meet at the city gate."

Hong Jing put down the Jade Slip and quickly rushed towards Songfeng Prefecture City. He wanted to see for himself what this audacious person looked like.

His eyes flashed fiercely as he soared into the air.

Soon, he saw the majestic Prefecture City.

The Emperor’s Aura returning to the sky is indeed a sign of the demons’ retreat.

To avoid drawing too much attention, Hong Jing landed on the ground and strode towards the city.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure emerging in the corner of his eye.

In an instant, Hong Jing’s breath halted, and he hurriedly retreated, not even daring to look directly at the other person.

That ink-black robe imprinted in his memory... it was Taixu Pill Emperor!

Images of Hongze Water and Land instantly flashed through Hong Jing’s mind—the piercing cries of a hundred birds, the terrifying figure emerging from a broken elixir, and the brutal act of pummeling Qingluan to dust with his fists.

Fortunately, it seemed that the other party was preoccupied and did not notice him. After leaving the Prefecture City, he directly disappeared into the Taixu.

"Sigh—"

As the presence completely disappeared, Hong Jing still did not dare to make any rash moves, his body soaked in cold sweat.

Knowing all too well the unfortunate deeds Qingluan had done, he had participated in them, even losing a mount in the process.

The last time in Hongze, he managed to leave unscathed because the Star God General was present.

If he encountered him elsewhere, especially in a place like the Divine Dynasty, whether he could leave alive was questionable.

The identities of Immortal General and Immortal Disciple are Hong Jing’s biggest lifelines, but the last person who held these two lifelines was probably almost a year old now.

This reckless madman dared to kill in front of a True God!

"What happened to you?"

Just then, a crisp female voice interrupted Hong Jing’s panic.

Tian Dong Fairy looked curiously at her junior brother.

"No... nothing."

Hong Jing quickly waved his hand. Usually, with his senior sister by his side, he would speak with more courage.

But this time was different.

He had seen clearly how Qingluan had even used the Immortal Seal, yet still got slain by Taixu Pill Emperor.

Most likely, senior sister was no match for that person.

Hong Jing also dared not let his own Immortal Sect know that this good disciple, because of a lower realm demon dragon, had offended such an unfathomable Heavenly Pride.

But now... with Shen Danhuang appearing here, could it be that today’s incident involved Shenxu Mountain?

These ignorant fools!

Now that the Three Religions and Great Demon share parts of the Divine Dynasty, and the situation is still unclear, the Imperial Court remains stable; Shenxu Mountain and Bodhi Sect can fight all they want, but why interfere with the same side’s Jade Pond Immortal Sect.

"Alas!"

Hong Jing sighed deeply.

Thinking about it, it made sense. Possessing a young disciple like Taixu Pill Emperor, how could they tolerate being overshadowed by a senior sister?

Now he could only return to his sect and report truthfully, hoping not to be punished.

But what Hong Jing did not know, was that the most panicked person in Songfeng Prefecture City at this moment was not him.

Inside the Prefecture City.

The tea stall became crowded again, all eagerly discussing the recent events, with Nanyang’s reputation growing even more.

Only a young figure was missing.

The previous tea bowls were shattered on the ground, indicating how hastily that person had left.

Between heaven and earth.

The Monk clenched his prayer beads, staring dead ahead, his legs moving as fast as a galloping horse, each step covering a thousand miles.

Thus exhausted from running, his feet traversed over thousands of rivers and mountains, yet the thick clouds in the Sky Curtain remained stubbornly at a neither too close nor too far distance.

After what seemed like forever, he finally stopped and looked up in despair.

"Have you had enough running?"

A deep voice rang out next to the Monk’s ear. Accompanied by this voice, the thick clouds slowly dispersed.

Revealing a "mountain" made up of fat.

Compared to that vastly wide body that seemed endless, this person’s equally large head seemed somewhat small.

It looked down like a massive Buddha statue.

"Young Monk..."

The young Monk no longer had the composure he had while sitting at the tea stall, almost tearing the prayer beads apart: "Young Monk greets the Southern Emperor!"