Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 988 - 642 Long Time No See_3

Chapter 988: Chapter 642 Long Time No See_3

Such elite forces carefully selected, the Divine Dynasty would never treat them poorly.

"What to do next?"

Shen Yi had also come to his senses, mainly because he had grown accustomed to his previous state and nearly forgot that he had now broken through to the True Immortal Realm, possessing a cultivation on par with Seventh Grade Perfection.

"It sounds a bit odd." Mei Jiyao’s smile contained an additional trace of strangeness as the usually violent and decisive man was suddenly asking for her opinion, a feeling that indeed flattered her.

She bowed crisply, apologizing for the earlier event: "Don’t worry, someone will come to handle it. You must know him."

The thought of General Yan Lan unexpectedly evoked a sense of sympathy.

...

Outside White Cloud Cave, though many cultivators had already dispersed, it still looked crowded like a sea of people.

Under such bustling circumstances, a plain-looking carriage would naturally hardly draw the attention of others and thus quietly drove away from the place.

...

Jianyang Prefecture, Land Temple.

With a loud bang, a sound of a hand slapping the table echoed.

Meng Xiuwen, hands planted on the table, glared at the old man before him, his teeth gritted: "I’ll ask you once more, what is he?"

Min Zhiyan was slightly startled, although he knew the boy’s unfathomable character, such intense fury was rather rare: "Just a wandering immortal from some small place, what about it?"

"I wander your grandpa, you’ve screwed me over!"

Meng Xiuwen paced frantically around the Land Temple, scratching his head vigorously, his entire demeanor bordering on madness.

He had never been so conflicted in his life.

Truth be told, in terms of temper, he really admired Shen Yi, especially after witnessing how he reacted to those innocent victims in the White Cloud Cave. Had they met under normal circumstances, even if separated by a boundary, he would gladly make friends with someone like him.

But the unique nature of the Demon Slayer Bureau was the problem.

Regarding the identity Shen Yi claimed, Meng Xiuwen would have to be full of crap in his head to believe a word of it.

How could someone with an unclear identity be admitted into the Demon Slayer Bureau, regardless of their other qualities!

...

Min Zhiyan watched silently, waves of emotion stirring within him. Clearly, something had gone awry on this trip to White Cloud Cave.

And it was very likely related to the young man he’d sent there.

As he was about to explain something, he suddenly raised his head to look outside.

Moments later, the Earth Spirit stood up: "You’ll know the full story once you see for yourself."

"See what?"

Meng Xiuwen paused, then followed Min Zhiyan out of the Land Temple.

Beyond the tree line, led by a Dragon Demon, a group approached in a mighty procession.

"Brother, will this really work?"

Zi Xian already felt a bit ashamed; the Earth Spirit clearly hadn’t yet decided how to place them, and yet her brother insisted on bringing people to disturb him daily.

"Tsck! When you’re out and about, don’t take face too seriously."

Zi Yang forced a smile, softly comforting her with a few words, though deep down, he sighed heavily.

If it weren’t for the need to rescue their father, who would want to abandon the position of Crown Prince of East Hong and go outside, sycophantically grinning and fawning over others?

He firmly believed that many of those behind him were extraordinary; they just lacked an opportunity.

With this thought in mind, Zi Yang adjusted his demeanor and had just turned around when he noticed all those around him had also slowed their pace.

A momentary daze came over each face, then quickly turned into joy, longing, reverence, and other complex emotions.

They all gazed intently at the temple’s entrance.

There was a square table with a young man in black leisurely holding a teacup, flanked by two older Immortal Children responsible for serving tea and water.

The two Immortal Children, they had seen them before, not unreachable, but certainly not affable.

However, at the moment, both wore smiles on their faces.

The young man in black turned his gaze, his eyes slowly sweeping over the crowd, carefully looking at each familiar face.

After seeing the last person.

He set down the teacup in his hand, stood up, and a warm curve formed on the corner of his lips:

"Long time no see."