Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 991 - 644: Others May Read This Scripture_2

Chapter 991: Chapter 644: Others May Read This Scripture_2

Ye Lan sighed softly, perhaps because there was only a newcomer by her side who was not familiar with the affairs of the Demon Slayer Bureau; she seldom relaxed, resting her fair, pretty face on her knees, looking sidelong, "The Demon Slayer Bureau is a good opportunity for you, grasp it well, accumulate enough imperial qi, and don’t cause any more trouble."

"I’m really getting overwhelmed."

Saying this, a hint of helplessness flashed in the woman’s eyes.

It was true that her subordinates worked hard, but after the work was done, a simple phrase "someone will handle it" meant that she had to deal with those who had also plucked the Dao Fruits.

In front of those people, she was still too young and occasionally felt exhausted.

"Speak up, who have you provoked this time? Was it the Bai Yun Ancestor? How did you manage to handle this under the eye of the Immortal Official?"

Provoking a Seventh Rank Immortal Official was troublesome depending on what the official was in charge of and how extensive their connections within the Immortal Court were.

Of course, the simplest solution was to completely isolate this news within the Mortal Realm.

"It’s nothing."

Shen Yi shook his head, the brief two words momentarily stunned Ye Lan.

When she came back to her senses, General Yan Lan involuntarily furrowed her brows; causing trouble wasn’t scary, the scariest part was hiding it after causing it, which could lead to a major disaster, and that was an absolute taboo in the Demon Slayer Bureau.

But before she could rebuke, she saw Shen Yi ponder for a moment and turned his head toward her, "At least for now, it’s nothing."

Their eyes met.

Ye Lan pursed her lips, seemingly saying the same thing twice, but the implications were entirely different.

The latter indicated that Shen Yi had his own judgment on the matter, rather than empty words.

But what could a True Immortal, who had just joined the Demon Slayer Bureau, use to make such a judgment?

A Demon Slayer Officer indeed had the authority to garrison an entire prefecture, but the other party better be sure to assume the corresponding responsibility.

Ye Lan remained silent for a long time, then slowly stood up, "If there is a problem with this matter, you will lose your head, and I won’t be able to stop it, but if there isn’t a problem..."

Most Demon Slayers, after causing trouble, simply leave the mess for their superiors to clean up.

How much imperial qi they consume correlates with how much work they do.

Such a subordinate who spared her superiors any trouble was indeed a first for her.

"Thank you."

Ye Lan took out a letter from her arms, bent down, placed it on the ground, and turned towards the Land Temple, "I indeed have urgent affairs to attend to, I won’t be able to look after Jianyang Prefecture, I will take you with me when the time comes; Jing’er says you studied both cultivation paths, you must be very interested in the sermons of the great figures of the Bodhi Sect."

The letter from her own sister briefly described the purpose of the trip, but it was not very clear, as if some key information was hidden.

There was only one thing she wanted to express, that Officer Shen in her mouth was a good person and quite capable, advising her not to be too harsh.

Therefore, today Ye Lan had sought out Shen Yi for a private conversation.

Did she really enjoy being a nanny, taking care of various things and still being disliked?

Fine, she would delegate the authority.

Since the other party wanted to be a real Demon Slayer Officer, it was permissible, but it was necessary to let him prove whether he had the ability to govern a locale.

Ye Lan did not look back, directly sweeping toward the sky.

"What’s going on..."

Shen Yi silently watched the woman leave, his expression gradually becoming strange.

It seemed General Yan Lan had misunderstood.

His reminder that there was no issue for now was only because Qinghua was handling the matter of the Cloud Cave; the Demon Slayer Bureau’s inexplicable involvement might cause other problems.

But he couldn’t explain it openly.

After all, Shen Yi really couldn’t explain that he had a Seventh Rank Immortal Official in heaven as Horses’ Fortune, and even an Arhat, with whom he could communicate anytime, anywhere, and react immediately before any problems occurred.

What did she mean by not looking after Jianyang Prefecture anymore, acting nonchalant?

Wasn’t that absurd?

Giving the vast Jianyang Prefecture to a newcomer.

Shen Yi had not thought about proving anything; in fact, his purpose in joining the Demon Slayer Bureau was because he wanted to rely temporarily on a strong backer.

Did the "Great Tree" just slap its butt and walk away?

"It shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

At that thought, Shen Yi’s eyelids twitched slightly. After all, considering it was under the jurisdiction of the Divine Dynasty, the occurrence of two incidents already seemed ridiculous; things should settle down for a few months.

Well, no need to borrow trouble.

Think positively about everything.

Earlier, General Yan Lan mentioned something about a Bodhi Sect’s luminary preaching the doctrine. If he really took him there, that would be an opportunity to complete the path of a Cultivator.

Then, relying on the support of over a hundred Demon Lifespan Years, he would directly seize the Dragon Tiger Fruit Position and enter the Fifth Grade Arhat Realm. At that point, most troubles wouldn’t be considered troublesome anymore.

...

Jianyang Prefecture, at the end of the long street.

It was noon, and the street was noisy with a sea of people. Two figures, with their right shoulders bared, slowly stepped onto the scorching blue stone slabs, their straw sandals already tattered, their figures thin and haggard, dressed like ascetic monks.

They walked through the streets and alleys but did not beg for food.

That is until they entered a residential alley.

Outside a certain flat house, an ascetic monk was earnestly persuading an old woman. Before he could finish, two rough palms had already slapped his shoulders.

The monk turned his head, and his face instantly lit up with joy, "Brother Zhi Ming! Brother Zhi Qing! How did you come?"

It was none other than Monk Zhi Kong, who was still recovering the Golden Scroll.

"Come."

The two exchanged smiles, shook their heads lightly, and then gestured for him to follow them into a deserted alley.

"An elder was worried you were too naive and got deceived by the Spiritual Light; the matter of the Dragon Tiger Scripture is critical, thus, they sent the two of us here to assist and retrieve it back to the sect together," said Monk Zhi Qing as he calmly disclosed his intentions.

During this exchange, they were closely watching Zhi Kong’s reactions.

"An elder has worried needlessly. I’ve already recovered the Dragon Tiger Scripture from Brother Spiritual Light. Once I resolve the matters here, I’ll send it back to the sect immediately," replied Monk Zhi Kong, without a hint of suspicion, smiling as he narrated what had happened before.

Hearing this, the two new disciples of the Bodhi Sect visibly relaxed, exchanged glances, and finally, it was Zhi Qing who spoke up, "Brother has worked hard. But since the Dragon Tiger Scripture is so crucial and you’ve already recovered it, could we take a quick look at it just to ease our minds?"

"Of course!"

Monk Zhi Kong directly took out the golden page booklet from his tattered monk’s robe and handed it over to them.

Upon actually seeing the Dragon Tiger Scripture, Monk Zhi Ming quickly reached out with both hands, his eyes fervent as he carefully caressed and inspected it for a long time before reluctantly looking up, "Brother, you haven’t read through it, have you?"

Their eyes couldn’t hide their burning eagerness as they spoke these words.

However, the response from Monk Zhi Kong poured cold water on them, "What are you saying, brother? The elder tasked me with retrieving the scripture. Without the consent of the sect, how could I be able to read it?"

The two clenched their fists quietly, their demeanor showing some frustration.

To others, they might think they were being deceived and wouldn’t admit to having read it, but this was Zhi Kong... The Fool!

If he had checked it once, they could have insisted on checking it again, but now—

Zhi Qing forced a smile and said, "It’s good that you haven’t read it. We spoke out of turn. However, it seems you still have other matters to attend to, so why not let us take the scripture back to the sect? That way, nothing unexpected will..."

Before he could finish, the booklet was suddenly snatched back by Monk Zhi Kong, "I’m sorry, brother. Before I left, the elder instructed me to personally deliver it. Please do not worry, I will be careful."

Zhi Ming looked at his empty palms, his fingertips twitching slightly.

He couldn’t help but raise his head and complain, "Listening to what you said earlier, you’ve involved some Daoist from the Purple Cloud Sect and some Immortal Fellow Shen. You trust outsiders, but not your brothers in the sect?"

Upon hearing this, Monk Zhi Kong’s face subtly changed, showing a trace of guilt, "Brother, you misunderstand. Zhi Kong didn’t mean that."

Zhi Qing, perceptive, caught this detail and suddenly interjected, "Brother, surely no one else has seen the Dragon Tiger Scripture, right?"

This seemingly casual question plunged Monk Zhi Kong into silence.

He slightly lowered his gaze, staring intently at the tip of his shoes.

His throat moved several times.

Moments later, Zhi Kong finally put his palms together, closed his eyes, and said, "No one has."