Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 957 - 630: Resuming the Old Trade_2

Chapter 957: Chapter 630: Resuming the Old Trade_2

Monk Zhi Kong stood in the middle, making introductions for both parties, "Many thanks to all benefactors."

Nanyang Sect?

The young couple contemplated for a moment before awkwardly and perfunctorily clasping their hands together: "We’ve long admired you... It’s our honor to relieve Master Zhi Kong of his worries. Please, don’t mention thanks again."

The two did not seem to have any intention of engaging in much small talk with Shen Yi. On the contrary, the woman even shot him a wary glance, as if concerned about stealing the limelight from Master Zhi Kong.

An opportunity like this to make connections with disciples of the Bodhi Sect was extremely rare and needed to be well capitalized upon.

If one could get on good terms with the Bodhi Sect, leaving the mountain gates this time wouldn’t be for naught, providing some bragging rights once back in their own sect.

As for the demon-slaying expert... it was likely that only Zhi Kong would believe that a rogue Immortal could be such a hero within the sovereign realm of the Imperial Court.

"We’ve already found the scent of that person; Master, please follow us this way."

The man slightly stepped aside, positioning himself in front of Shen Yi, making Sect Master Shen, who already seemed unobtrusive, virtually invisible like a ghost.

They, as a couple, worked hard at their task. A newcomer looking to swindle a share seemed a bit too hopeful.

...

Shen Yi followed silently, with no interest in jostling for attention.

In his view, the best scenario involved doing nothing while the Cultivation Technique came directly into his hands; that would be the true comfort.

Led by that couple, the group traversed the long street and entered increasingly deserted alleys, stopping in front of a nondescript house.

"This is the place, Master Zhi Kong, where that presence was detected," the couple said, tactfully stepping back half a step.

"Many thanks, benefactors."

Monk Zhi Kong knocked gently on the house door and then stood politely outside waiting.

Soon, there was a creaking sound.

A woman cautiously opened the door a crack and peered outside. Seeing Zhi Kong’s attire, a touch of panic and caution surfaced in her eyes as she said, "You’ve got the wrong place."

With that, she slammed the door shut.

"This..."

Monk Zhi Kong stood dumbfounded at the door, his palms joined together. It seemed he hadn’t even had the chance to state his purpose.

Although he hadn’t interacted with many people during his descent from the mountain, alms seeking was common, and he had never encountered such a situation.

After a moment of thought, he tried to make his expression even kinder and knocked on the wooden door again: "Benefactor, I am not a bad person. I just have a question to ask..."

Before he could finish, the wooden door was flung open.

A ruffian-looking man charged out and started punching and kicking without a word, pushing Zhi Kong back and cursing, "I said you’ve got the wrong place, go beg somewhere else, there’s no leftovers here!"

With Zhi Kong’s level of Cultivation, there’s no need to speak of taking action; even a slight release of his aura would be enough to shatter this man into a pile of flesh.

Yet, he stood there in astonishment, retreating while protecting the man and stammering, "I... I’m not here to beg..."

However, the man didn’t give him a chance to finish speaking, pushing him down the steps and slamming the door shut again.

...

Monk Zhi Kong turned to look at the couple.

The couple exchanged glances too. As Immortal Sect Cultivators, they had commanded respect wherever they went since their descent to the Mortal Realm and had never suffered such humiliation.

Had it been evil creatures, they would have simply cut them down with a single sword strike.

But this was Jianyang Prefecture, and the other party was merely an ordinary mortal without a trace of evil.

"Shall we exchange some Mortal Realm gold and silver?"

"I have plenty of Immortal Jade."

The couple forced a smile, as opening doors with wealth was always the right choice.

The woman took out a piece of Precious Jade and handed it to Monk Zhi Kong.

"I—"

Monk Zhi Kong reached out to receive the jade, somewhat unaccustomed. It was a taboo for cultivators like them to scatter their wealth to mortals and interfere with the human world.

Just then, he finally saw the young man in black standing not far away.

This Immortal Fellow Shen stood silently, his fair and handsome face holding a faint look of bewilderment, observing the trio with a bizarre expression.

It was as though... he was looking at fools.

Monk Zhi Kong cast a pleading look, "Does Immortal Fellow Shen have a solution?"

"Huh."

Shen Yi closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

He then stepped forward and took the Jade Token from Monk Zhi Kong’s hand.

The next moment, under the stunned gaze of the three, he kicked open the wooden door without even using his Cultivation.

Boom—

The couple who had been eavesdropping behind the door were caught off guard and flew out.

Before hitting the ground, the woman screamed like a butchered pig, "Murder! Murder! A monk is murdering someone! Quick, report to the government officer!"

The man tumbled on the ground several times, and, like a madman, rushed at Shen Yi, intending to repeat the trick he had tried on Monk Zhi Kong.

But the moment the man charged forward, his neck was tightly gripped by a slender hand.

Looking at the young man in black, his handsome face expressionless, enshrouded by a surging killing intent, the man suddenly lost his voice, followed swiftly by a wet patch spreading across his crotch.

"Have you gone mad... indiscriminately attacking mortals in Jianyang Prefecture for no reason?"

The daoist couple swallowed their saliva. If this matter reached the Magistrate, not only would the two of them be in trouble, even the Purple Cloud Sect behind them would suffer the consequences.

Did they truly think the Human Emperor’s rule over the lands was a mere joke?

The reason mortals treated Cultivators with ordinary respect was solely because of the Imperial Court’s decisive methods.

It was an iron rule for Cultivators not to interfere in the mortal world!

Master Zhi Kong finally came to his senses and moved forward to stop the altercation.

However, Shen Yi had already lifted the man and stepped calmly in front of the woman, slightly leaning over with an outstretched palm, waving the Jade Token before her eyes.

Without uttering a word, the woman’s eyes were fixed on the Jade Token, on the unreadable, obscure characters upon it, then back to the young man, sensing the familiar aura about him, her voice turning to stammer.

Without having bullied hundreds of street vendors, one simply could not cultivate such a brazen demeanor.

"Offi...government officer sir..."

"Do you confess, or shall I search myself?" Shen Yi put away the Jade Token, threw the man casually to the ground, his expression calm.

"We really haven’t done anything, sir, please see the truth!" The couple had already knelt on the ground, banging their heads in desperation.

...

Shen Yi glanced at the two indifferently, stepped toward the inner room, and left behind a detached remark, "For every hiding spot I find, I’ll take one of your hands."

Upon hearing this, the couple suddenly lifted their heads, their faces filled with terror.

Truth be told, using Dao Realm cultivation against two mortals was indeed a bit demeaning.

But with Shen Yi’s current strength, even a slight movement of hair on their faces could not escape his perception.

Guided by the man’s changing expressions, he stood directly in the corner of the bedroom and crushed the wall lightly, exposing the altar hidden behind the stone peeling, covered by a red cloth.

Shen Yi lifted the cloth, looked down at the mouse statue, and whispered, "One spot."

The couple that had just run in instantly crumpled, falling to their knees, faces turning deathly pale, void of any blood.

Shen Yi turned and walked toward the bed, smashed the bedboard with his hand, and withdrew a Gold-Plated Small Book, slapping it on the man’s face, "Two spots."

The precious experience left behind by his former life, when he scavenged wealth from the common people.

Where these people liked to hide things, he didn’t even need to think to find them.

Shen Yi didn’t continue searching since a person only had two hands after all.

He stepped past the couple, shaking like chaff, reached for the waist of the three startled individuals by the door, and pulled out an Immortal Sword from their scabbards.

With one hand holding the sword and the other pulling the man, he forcefully slammed him onto the table.

The whole process fluid as running water, leaving no doubt he had performed this millions of times.

Under the chilling glow of the sword, the room finally echoed with pig-slaughter-like screams.

The man’s hair stood on end, his voice nearly breaking, "I’ll talk!!!"

Shen Yi released the man’s neck, threw the Immortal Sword back into the daoist couple’s embrace, sat down casually in the chair, poured himself a cup of warm water, took a small sip, and then glanced toward the monk at the door, "Ask away."

It was truly ridiculous. Had it not been for leaving Hongze, he would never have believed that a being on par with a True Immortal could be blocked by a mere wooden door.

He almost made a laughingstock of Shen.

"Ah?"

Master Zhi Kong had already opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at the Jade Token on the table.

If it weren’t for the fact that Shen Yi had just taken it from his hands, even he would believe that this man was truly a genuine officer of the Immortal Court, judging by Immortal Fellow Shen’s demeanor and conduct.