Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 1161 - 712

Chapter 1161: 712

"Is it mere fabrication to deceive the Imperial Court?"

The casual speculation of the people also reflected the doubts in the hearts of the Demon Slayer Bureau and others.

Inside the Government Office of West Mountain Prefecture.

Lord Yang Mingli, accompanied by Feng Xi and a host of Titled Generals, were present in the great hall.

Only this time, none were seated.

Lord Yang, who was always calculated and meticulous, actually made a wrong guess this time.

Throughout all twenty-seven prefectures of the Great Nan Continent, to this day, not a single monster calamity has erupted.

Those three notoriously ferocious Great Demons, it’s unknown if they were utterly frightened by General Nanyang in the battle at Songfeng Prefecture, as they actually gave up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"It is not your fault."

Even Feng Xi, at this moment, had no intention of blaming the other.

Because the actions of the Demon Race simply defied all reason.

"Moreover, just as you said, with the strength of the Demon Slayer Bureau, even if we went out, it wouldn’t have made a significant difference."

Lord Yang Mingli stood with his hands behind his back, his parched lips quivering as he spoke in a hoarse and difficult voice: "Even a tiny bit would have been better than just sitting and waiting idly."

If the Three Immortals Sect only suffered a slight loss to the Bodhi Sect but, due to his own miscalculation, the Imperial Court failed to get involved, allowing that scripture-transmitting group to step onto the Divine Land,

Then he, surnamed Yang, would truly deserve to die a thousand deaths as a criminal.

Perhaps like Yan Lanting, who worried less about everything and followed his true intentions, was more in line with the natural order and more likely to receive the favor of the Dao?

Upon hearing this, the many Titled Generals dared not make a sound.

With Lord Yan heavily injured and not yet healed, with Lord Yang’s mood growing ever more somber, and with the powerhouses of the Three Religions yet to truly take action, their own General of Southern Defense had already been incapacitated.

Feng Xi sighed, no longer trying to persuade him.

Since they had chosen to leave it to fate from the beginning, they could now quietly await news.

Everyone simply silently gazed westward.

As if at any moment, a dazzling carriage would appear, held aloft by the mighty Arhat.

Time passed, it was hard to say how long.

Feng Xi suddenly raised her eyebrows.

In such a situation, any slight change would stir up waves in everyone’s hearts.

But what entered their field of vision was not the imagined radiance, but a disheveled figure.

The black-bearded man was precisely the Titled General who initially garrisoned Songfeng Prefecture.

After discovering there was no monster calamity, he had volunteered to go forth and scout for news, and yet he had returned in less than half a day.

As a dignified Fourth Grade Taiyi True Immortal, at the moment of landing, his steps were unusually unstable.

Such an abnormal scene caused everyone’s heart to tighten.

Even if the Arhats had really come, everyone was already prepared; so why was there such a flustered appearance.

"Ha-ak! Ha-ak!"

The black-bearded man gasped for air, his gaze sweeping over his colleagues and superiors, with even his lips quivering slightly, his face filled with disbelief.

The next moment, he let out a hoarse voice like that of a wild beast: "Dead! They’re all dead!"

This abrupt statement momentarily stunned Lord Yang Mingli, but as the head of the Demon Slayer Bureau of the Great Nan Continent, he had to gather his spirits to face whatever came next.

"Speak slowly, what exactly happened?"

Hearing this, the black-bearded man clenched his fists tightly, seemingly still not fully digesting the shock in his heart: "The Arhats of the Bodhi Sect, along with the Heavenly Prides of the Three Immortals Sect, a total of sixteen people, all died at the hands of the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Great Ming King and the Taixu Pill Emperor."

"The two sects suffered heavy losses, especially Tianwu Mountain, which lost both Qingluan and Xuan Wu, two beloved disciples in quick succession. It is said that the Tianwu ancestor, enraged, has set out for the Bodhi Sect!"

"And the last sighting of the True Scripture was in the hands of the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Great Ming King, intercepted by the Taixu Pill Emperor en route, both disappeared within the Taixu Realm, without any news to this day!"

After these three sentences, even a powerhouse at the Third Grade like Lord Yang Mingli and Feng Xi had their pupils contract.

The matter of transmitting the scripture was, in reality, still a matter of undercutting the Divine Dynasty’s foundations, it was just caught in the rivalry between the other two religions.

But merely for the sake of a mere rivalry, there was no need for such a fierce life and death struggle.

With just these few sentences, half of the top fifty ranked on the Immortal List as determined by the Demon Slayer Bureau were wiped out, an undoubtedly significant enough event to shake the entire Great Nan Continent!

The most terrifying thing, however, rested on the first sentence of the man with the black beard.

"Taixu Pill Emperor... Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Great Bright King..."

Yang Mingli’s breathing was slightly labored. He had never underestimated the foundation of the Three Religions, but the feats of General Nanyang were too shocking. Slaying eight Great Demons had sparked in him a desire to compete with the Three Religions.

Yet, only by truly clashing could one realize how horrifying the Three Religions could be.

Such as these two cultivators from the Three Religions, who appeared out of nowhere, must have been figures cultivated and hidden away for many years, possessing the ability to kill eight Great Arhats and Heavenly Prides on their own.

One could hardly imagine how terrifying they would become once they reached the Third Grade.

"Regardless, this is good news for us."

Feng Xi glanced sideward and pursed her lips, "At least for the time being."

Even knowing the two formidable enemies of the future were uncontested, as of now, before the two settle their victory, the palanquin bearing the True Scriputre should not be able to enter the Divine Dynasty.

With this time, the Imperial Capital would have the chance to develop a counter-strategy.

"Perhaps so."

Yang Mingli wanted to turn around, but his steps suddenly faltered. The titled General by his side hurriedly supported him, looking up only to see that the General of Southern Defense’s eyes were devoid of light.

He actually knew why Lord Yang had reacted this way.

After all, with his character, he had given up on the Great Nan Continent a long time ago and was simply fulfilling his duty to maintain the status quo.

But after the events at Songfeng Prefecture, though Lord Yang still verbally maintained a resigned demeanor, he clearly harbored a new spark of hope in his heart.

That spark of hope was brought by General Nanyang.

Even if Nanyang had quietly departed under such circumstances without bidding anyone farewell, Lord Yang did not say anything, still entertaining the thought that the other might return.

But now, with the earth-shattering display from Taixu Pill Emperor and Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Great Bright King, the last vestige of spirit in Lord Yang’s eyes was extinguished.

"I’ll help you inside to rest."

Normally, as the General of Southern Defense, one should not show any weakness under any circumstances, as it could easily shake the faith of others.

For example, Lord Yan, even if gravely wounded, would still insist on meeting Nanyang and other Generals—this was the principle.

But in front of the many watchful eyes of his subordinates, Yang Mingli did not shrug off the assisting hand, clearly no longer bothered to take these concerns into account.

Just then, from behind the crowd came the perplexed and slightly surprised voice of Lord Feng, "You..."

Everyone instinctively turned to look.

Outside the hall, an elongated figure had appeared at some unknown time. The familiar attire, along with the forever calm expression on the fair and handsome face, who else could it be if not the missing General Nanyang!

"You’re back!"

Feng Xi had no intention of reproaching; her face was only filled with joy.

Regardless of what had happened, the fact that the other was willing to return under such circumstances was already a pleasant surprise.

On any other day, Yang Mingli would have demanded a clear explanation, but at that moment, he silently turned his head for a brief glance at Shen Yi, then lightly nodded in greeting, subsequently withdrawing his gaze and continuing his walk deeper into the hall.

"Where have you been?"

Feng Xi was not interrogating, merely expressing concern while also providing an explanation for the titled Generals continuing to garrison the Great Nan Continent.

After all, they were all recipients of the Imperial Court’s favor; it wouldn’t be right for Nanyang to leave at will due to his strength while they had to stay and defend this land, even if it meant death.

As expected, the many titled Generals all fixed complex gazes in that direction.

They weren’t seeking the truth; they just needed Nanyang to give them any excuse, just so they could be at peace with themselves.

"..."

Wushan squeezed through the crowd, gesticulating wildly, hoping Nanyang would at least soothe the brothers’ hearts.

However, Shen Yi ignored his hint, rubbing his wrist with a hint of fatigue and stepped into the hall.

"I received a message, so I went out to retrieve something."

As he spoke, he had walked up to the table, casually pulling an unremarkable ancient text from his sleeve and placing it on the table.

The onlookers looked on curiously, and as their eyes rested on the cover of the book, catching sight of the few dazzling characters, their pupils constricted in unison.

Spiritual Power Protection Scripture!

In an instant, the hall fell into utter silence.

Even Yang Mingli, who casually glanced back, stood in place as if struck by lightning.

The True Scripture of the Bodhi Sect, representing the treasure of the Three Grade of Bodhisattva Fruit’s position, lay there quietly on a table in the West Mountain Prefecture Office.