Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 975 - 637: It Seems Like We’ve Done Something Wrong_3

Chapter 975: Chapter 637: It Seems Like We’ve Done Something Wrong_3

[Remaining Demon Lifespan: One Hundred and Ninety-Three Calamities]

Shen Yi glanced over the panel and reached up to wipe the bloodstains from his face before turning to look at the girl in green in the distance. "Is everything alright?"

Joining the Demon Slayer Bureau, he didn’t need any imperial aura; all he wanted was the qualification to act in Divine Land without attracting trouble.

If joining couldn’t even serve that purpose, then it was meaningless.

"Uh."

Ye Jing was momentarily stunned, then realized that the other party was not concerned about whether she was alright, but rather whether there was any issue with what just happened.

She shook her head. "It should be fine... We’ll just tell Head Meng when he returns."

Due to their identities, the Demon Slayer Bureau usually didn’t make a big fuss unless necessary, but that didn’t mean they had to cower when attacked by others.

After all, this was still the Divine Land of the Human Emperor.

"You... are so strong."

Ye Jing walked up to Shen Yi, her mind filled with numerous questions.

For instance, he clearly possessed an extraordinary Cultivator’s Cultivation, at least having transcended three calamities. Why then did he master techniques of the Immortals, which alone excluded him from being a disciple of the Bodhi Sect?

Those Venerables would never allow their disciples to learn other arts, as the ideologies of the Three Immortals Sect and the Bodhi Sect were fundamentally different – this was akin to betraying one’s masters and ancestors.

Moreover, why did this new colleague show no reaction after slaying someone from the Three Religions... or at least someone affiliated with them?

Every being born in the Divine Land revered the Three Religions; together, they were akin to the Immortal Court, the rulers of all beings.

However, in the end, she fell silent and turned her gaze towards the shattered courtyard, fixating on the empty bed.

Ye Jing knew her own limitations; her mind couldn’t grasp these complex issues. It would be better to leave them for Head Meng to handle.

"What happened to him?"

Shen Yi stored the body of the Bear Demon and looked over as well.

At the moment the two of them took action, the figure on the bed had suddenly vanished.

"Head Meng encountered a situation requiring real action," murmured Ye Jing.

Shen Yi furrowed his brows and fell silent.

His suspicion was indeed correct; such magical treasures were surely guarded by disciples of the Three Religions.

However...

Even the Spirit Beasts under them were of the seventh rank; what, then, must be the strength of this Black Bear’s master?

Shen Yi was well aware of his own limitations.

Although the Cultivation Techniques of the Bodhi Sect were powerful, dominating ordinary cultivators, he was, at best, a seventh rank mid-stage, far from perfection.

Especially since the Black Bear’s master was also a disciple of the Three Religions, his Cultivation Technique would surely be nothing less than those of the Bodhi Sect.

Forget it, let’s search the body first.

Shen Yi shook his head, walking towards the splintered grounds, where a bloodied figure, unrecognizable, lay.

He slightly bent over, deftly beginning to search the Yulong Ancestor’s body.

Since the individual was a True Immortal, he surely had spells for breaking into the seventh rank; even if inferior, they could be used for now.

While Shen Yi, under Ye Jing’s peculiar gaze, was storing the Storage Bag and a pile of Magic Treasures...

A hurried figure finally approached from a distance.

The man’s white shirt was intact, his face smeared with blood, and he wore an expression of guilt.

"Ha ha, still busy so late at night," Meng Xiuwen scratched the back of his head, forcing a smile.

"..." Ye Jing silently stared at him.

As the guilt on Meng Xiuwen’s face deepened, he finally coughed lightly, murmuring apologetically, "I think I’ve done something wrong."

Saying this, he took something from behind and threw it on the ground.

It was a head.

The young face seemed to have died with eyes wide open, mouth agape, and still harboring a look of terror in death.