Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 149 Cutting Down Three Jiaos as a Meeting Gift_1

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The altar's solemn deity statue was enveloped in swirling incense smoke.

The slightly slender figure of a young man stood silently, his palm stained with blood resting on the hilt of his blade.

The blade that seemed to be drawn unhurriedly had in fact, in the blink of an eye, plunged into the abdomen of Jiao Jun, the fifth prince, with a burst of blue light immediately following!

Clothes and flesh split soundlessly.

Shen Yi reached out to pull out the Jiao pearl, casually tossing the other's body out of the temple.

The middle-aged man's large frame, within a few breaths, transformed into a hundred-zhang-long Jiao dragon's body, crashing to the ground, convulsing on the mountainside like an injured loach.

"You may continue."

Shen Yi nodded his head, he might not believe in gods, but he could understand the helplessness of these people.

Even in his former life, that kind of place harbored believers; all the more in this chaotic world rife with demons and monsters. As long as it wasn't the like of the Shuiyun Township River God, who was transformed from a demon, he couldn't be bothered to intervene.

He turned and stepped out of the River God Temple.

The worshipers, who had been lined up in a long queue, were now scared into disarray, and even though Shen Yi had deliberately thrown the Jiao dragon even further away, the shock it created still caused many to fall to the ground.

However, when they saw the ink-robed youth emerge, the panic on their faces quickly turned to astonishment, and then uniformly into stunned expressions.

A number of demon catchers were likewise a bit dazed as they looked at the dying Jiao dragon.

Then they saw Shen Yi walking toward the Jiao dragon and with a casual wave of his hand, another streak of blue light entered its massive and fierce head.

[Slain Nascent Pill Realm Jiao dragon, total life span five thousand one hundred years, remaining life span one thousand five hundred years, absorption complete]

Two Silver Bell Demon Catchers gathered their courage, stepped forward, and bowed with fists clenched, "May I ask which close associate of General Chen are you?"

Even ordinary close associates wouldn't have to be so reserved before a Demon-suppression Great General, but the shocking scene before them had still unconsciously prompted them to add "Officer" to their address.

"Shen Yi."

Shen Yi, in front of them, collected the Jiao dragon's blood essence into the Silver Bell.

The faces of the two demon catchers instantly turned odd. It turned out they were in the same trade... but since when did their ranks include such a ruthless figure?!

"Where are the other two headed?" Shen Yi asked politely. Perhaps because of the closer blood connection with the little Jiao dragon and Zhang Hengzhou, the sensation of connection produced by consuming the Jiao pearl earlier felt much weaker when pursuing the other Jiao dragons.

"..." The demon catchers sighed. They had seen clearly that he had come by the Teleportation Art, and they guessed that this matter probably had nothing to do with them.

They also didn't exhibit any petty attitudes and readily handed over the two strands of Jiao dragon energy they had managed to obtain.

"Then I'll have to trouble Officer Shen."

Achievements are achievements, but with the General absent, it would be good if fewer people died.

"Thank you."

Shen Yi accepted the energy, grasping the whiskers of the Jiao dragon and, with its enormous corpse in tow, once again vanished into thin air.

After his departure, the mountainside once again burst into commotion.

All the worshipers rushed out of the temple, eyes wide as they stared at the sky where the young man had disappeared and then hurried back under the statue, jostling and struggling as they knocked their heads on the ground.

"The River God has shown his grace!!"

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Linjiang Prefecture, Shuiyun Village.

The river was no longer as placid as in days past; its surging waves roiled fiercely, like a bottomless gaping maw choosing its next victim, intimidating all who looked upon it.

Countless cloud-patterned ink robes rustled in the wind that carried a hint of river stench.

This place lay in the middle of the Yangchun River.

An old man clad in Black Light Mystery Armor held a Primordial Halberd, standing silently on the bank's edge, his Crimson Cloak slightly dimmed.

Even in the face of the vast expanse of the Yangchun River, a Demon-suppression Great General at the Embrace Pill Realm, nurturing a Yin Spirit, seemed somewhat powerless.

Chen Qiankun didn't know whether the Old Jiaolong was dead or alive, nor did he know if it was still in the Yangchun River.

But as long as the old dragon didn't show itself, he could only stand guard by the river.

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Because besides him, there was no second person in the entire Linjiang Prefecture who could hold their ground against the adversary.

It wasn't the deputy who was the closest to Patriarch Chen Qiankun, but a sturdy and strong young man dressed as a Third-Rank Tribune.

"Finally got some rest and as soon as I come out, I have to face the Jiao Clan with someone from the Embrace Pill Realm. Are you trying to annoy this old man?" Chen Qiankun said with a smile.

"No, it's just that I feel I'm useless and somewhat guilty," Fang Heng said slowly, clenching his fist.

"You're still young, it's us old folks who are up to no good, failing to secure enough time for you all," Chen Qiankun sighed, recalling that in his youth his cultivation was not even comparable to these youngsters.

At this point, he comforted, "You are already someone your peers look up to; there's no need to compare yourself with a bunch of old timers."

"Look up to?" Fang Heng let out a self-deprecating laugh, not offering any rebuttal, only to have a figure unexpectedly flash through his mind.

Just then, a demon catcher hurried over.

Chen Qiankun's smile faded, "Did you manage to capture them?"

This time, more than a dozen highly experienced Silver Bell Demon Catchers had come, and after spending three to five days, there ought to be some results.

"No, but..." The demon catcher halted halfway through his sentence.

"But what?" Fang Heng asked anxiously.

But he realized that Patriarch Chen had already turned his gaze toward the sky.

Under the watch of everyone from the Demon-suppression Bureau, three enormous Half Jiaolong, hanging their bodies down from the foggy firmament, surfaced. Their pitch-black scales glinted with a cold light, each one no smaller than the one on Qingfeng Mountain.

Now, they plummeted towards the ground with a speed that could outrun thunder!

Boom—

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When the dust and smoke cleared, what followed was the sight of a young man stepping down leisurely from amidst the jiaolong carcasses.

To some, that pure facial feature was unfamiliar, but to others, it was as familiar as could be.

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Fang Heng held his breath, somewhat awkwardly scratching his head.

Chen Qiankun raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the three princes of the infamous Yangchun River Jiao Clan, now all devoid of life, eviscerated, with a manner of death that was terribly familiar.

Then, his gaze landed on the young man's face.

"Shen Yi pays his respects to General Chen."

The young man in the cloud-patterned ink robe walked up to everyone and bowed slightly with cupped fists.

There was a unique insignia on his collar, belonging only to Chen Qiankun; logically, the two should have been old friends for many years.

Yet at this moment, both of them had an official demeanor... as if they were not very close.

"But all three jiao demons were slain together by Officer Shen," the demon catcher shrugged, finishing the second half of his sentence.

Upon hearing this, Chen Qiankun's face showed a bit more complexity.

He had glimpsed the young man when leaving Qingfeng Mountain, and now upon seeing him again, the young man seemed to still have that calm and self-contained manner, yet it was as if there was a world of difference.

"I've actually been waiting for you," the old man sighed, with a smile spilling from the corner of his lips, "but I was also afraid you would come looking for me."

General had five extraordinarily talented disciples, and Chen Qiankun, having lived over eight hundred years, also wished to have a young person like that to carry on his legacy.

Yet he felt it a waste to keep such talent by his side; for the youth, joining the demon catchers would be more challenging and indeed more beneficial for his future.

Speaking of which, he looked deeply at Shen Yi: "It's just that it never crossed my mind that we would meet again in this manner."

A meeting gift of three Jiao Jun, no weaker than Zhang Hengzhou...

It was a bit too generous.

Generous to the point that even his long-stilled heart, like the waves of the Yangchun River before him, was stirred into tumultuous billows.