Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 672 - 525: Disciples Breaking Through Defenses, Sect Master Shen Wishes Longevity to the Dragon Consort - Part 2

Chapter 672: Chapter 525: Disciples Breaking Through Defenses, Sect Master Shen Wishes Longevity to the Dragon Consort - Part 2

Very well, going out and directly giving away the most precious thing you own to someone else!

"Reason?" The elderly man in hemp clothes suppressed his rage and pressed his palm down again.

"He has already mastered the Shen Yue Art..." Yan Chongzhang revealed a bitter expression.

As these words came out, the fingertips of the Sect Master of Ban Shan Sect twitched slightly, then he looked up, finally understanding why his disciple had displayed such a demeanor.

This was an expression of being deeply struck, a sign of damaged Dao Heart.

Thinking up to this point, the Sect Master of Ban Shan Sect’s countenance finally eased a bit, and a profound and well-rounded aura slowly emerged from him, it was indeed the Perfection of the Shen Yue Art.

He softly comforted, "So what if he has achieved it? At my level, this is merely a very common cultivation technique, it doesn’t prove anything, and besides, haven’t you also achieved it? He just mastered it a bit quicker than you."

Of course, these words were somewhat against his true feelings, as the details already revealed a vast chasm in talent.

But compared to an outsider, the elderly man in hemp clothes was even less inclined for his disciple to develop any mental blockages.

He stood up, squeezed out a faint smile, and reached out to pat Yan Chongzhang’s broad shoulders.

"No... not merely entry-level, his mastery of the Shen Yue Art has reached the same level as yours," Yan Chongzhang sheepishly looked up, adding another explanation.

Before he finished speaking, Yan Daozi suddenly felt the palm on his shoulder slowly stall, and then tighten, making creaking noises.

The Sect Master of Ban Shan Sect silently looked towards the direction of the Nameless Mountain.

A complex emotion surged in his profound eyes, which soon turned into a trace of resentment.

If breaking through the first secret layer in three days might still be possible for the young cultivator named Shen using some trick, mastering the Shen Yue Art to the Perfection Realm in such a short time...

If this has nothing to do with the Nameless Mountain, I, Zhang someone, would eat the mountain!

Years of companionship, after all, could not withstand a single moment of fate!

He quickly withdrew his hand, turned around, and reverted to his calm demeanor, "Even so, what are you worrying about? What are you rushing for? Have you forgotten all the calmness I’ve always been preaching to you?"

"The mountain is still here, still at the Ban Shan Sect."

"It’s him who asks us to come see... not us asking him!" By the end, the Sect Master of Ban Shan Sect’s face twitched.

Yan Chongzhang silently watched his master’s back, whispering, "Master, I don’t think I was rushing."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw his master’s hand, held behind his back, clench again!

The Sect Master of Ban Shan Sect turned around and gave him a cold glance, "Have you not observed the mountain and discovered its mysteries? Could you really restrain your emotions?"

"By the time he returns, if you are still portrayed like this, belittling Ban Shan Sect and causing us to fail in retaining that young cultivator, don’t blame me for reminding you of the exquisiteness of my palm strikes!"

Saying so, the Sect Master of Ban Shan Sect sneered, "Ha, moreover, it’s still his mountain..."

He sat down cross-legged again, serene yet firm, "Go and get ready, he will surely return in a few days."

As long as there’s bait in hand, there’s no worry of fish not taking it.

This disciple was still too young and needed more discipline.

...

Beyond the Western Hong and Wang Yang.

Shen Yi traveled by sword, closing his eyes, recalling the map provided by the Ban Shan Sect in his mind.

With his fearsome memory, no detail would be missed.

But the more he recalled, the tighter Shen Yi’s brow furrowed.

The Ban Shan Sect was quite substantial, and the important places marked on their map were, at the very least, all under the jurisdiction of a Great Demon of the White Jade Capital.

This was supposed to be a good thing.

However, the overall situation in Western Hong went somewhat beyond Shen Yi’s expectations.

The Ban Shan Sect marked the thoroughly complicated relationships behind each Demon Race on the map, making the entire map look like a densely tangled web. Counting them up, either there was the backing of the Dragon Palace, or there was the protection of a Great Demon at the Unity Realm Stage.

There were even some related to the Immortal Sect.

This was fundamentally different from the clear boundary between cultivators and the Demon Race in Southern Hong, more like a messy stew.

It made it difficult for Shen Yi to determine if his intended destination was safe.

This was not Southern Hong; there was no He Dao Bao Di to take refuge, and no Unity Realm Stage Sect Masters to deter others. If any unexpected events occurred, he almost had no way out or contingency plan.

"My Lord, there’s an Aquatic Race aura ahead,"

Just then, Yu Lan, who was quietly following behind Shen Yi, softly reminded him and then silently retreated back into the Ten Thousand Demon Hall.

Being a fire-type bird demon, she had a naturally sharper sense when it came to the Aquatic Race.

This South Hall Master wasn’t like Ke Shisan and Wu Jun, who were registered at the Dragon Palace and could still accompany her; moreover, her Demon aura made it more convenient for Shen Yi to conceal his identity.

As if to confirm Yu Lan’s words,

Suddenly, the distant water surface churned up. The majestic body of the Black-Back Jiao Dragon emerged, raising waves several tens of meters high.

It wore a cold metallic bridle like a horse bit, its wet, glittering black scales shone brightly, and atop its dragon spine, a tall figure clutched the reins, standing erect.

He was clad in silver-white armor, draped in long robes, a young man with twin horns on his head, likely having the ninth level cultivation of the Return to Void.

He first sized up Shen Yi, his gaze sweeping over the black robe and Black Light Flying Sword on the opponent, a trace of disdain flickered instinctively in his eyes.

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