Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 105 Upper Volume of Life and Death Zen Body (Thanks to the Overlord of Heaven's Path Chief God)_1

Atop the unnoticed roof of the Great Shun Gathering.

Jiang Chengyun felt quite helpless, wondering if it was an occupational hazard; even after returning to Qingzhou City, his grandma always liked to stay in odd places like this, usually pretending to be harmless.

A'Qian sat with her pale legs crossed: "Tell me, why did you come back so quickly? What did you do?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chengyun's face was expressionless: "I stood on a tree and watched."

"And then?" A'Qian looked back in confusion.

"And then I came back," Jiang Chengyun quietly muttered, not even sure what he had been doing.

Seeing his crestfallen expression, A'Qian couldn't help but laugh: "Does he really have such great ability?"

Earlier, this eldest grandson had looked down on Shen Yi; how had his attitude changed so much after just one trip?

"Bigger than you imagine."

Jiang Chengyun exhaled, his expression complex: "He is stronger than I was at his age... including you and General You when you were young. His actions are even more decisive and ruthless. Given time, he will not lose to me."

"And then your plan is to take him and replace all of us, the old guard?" A'Qian stretched casually, unconcerned.

"I'm not capable of leading anyone, nor do I intend to look after him," Jiang Chengyun's grip tightened slowly.

At these words, A'Qian finally showed some surprise on her face.

Listening to the implication of his words, the grandson already considered that young man a rival.

A martial artist in the Condensation Elixir Realm, feeling pressure from a young man at Jade Liquid Perfection?

"Ha, credit this achievement to his Silver Bell Demon Catcher identity. Don't follow the Demon-suppression Bureau's path. Amass enough merit and as soon as possible, exchange it for the Condensation Elixir Method and the Martial Temple Refinement," she said.

The Demon-suppression Bureau wanted stability in Qingzhou and dared not let anything unstable emerge within.

But Demon Catchers were different; they loved using such sharp weapons, even at the risk of hurting themselves.

"Right, where is he?" A'Qian asked with some confusion.

"He returned earlier, went to help watch the Colonels sack Vajra Gate."

Jiang Chengyun couldn't help but sigh. At such a young age, having such strength was already exceptional, but beyond that, his actions were meticulous and orderly.

First, he resolutely surrounded Vajra Gate; then, he went out of the city to capture demons, and he didn't care for empty fame. He restrained himself, striving to complete even the last bit of cleanup thoroughly.

Thinking of this, he frowned and looked down at the younger generation of noble families.

It's terrible when there's something to compare to; what a bunch of good-for-nothings they are.

"You're idle anyway. Before you go, push out that group of fake monks to be executed; they're annoying to look at," A'Qian sentenced the Vajra Gate to death in one sentence, then stood up and said, "I was thinking of finding someone to familiarize the kid with the procedures, but since you think so highly of him, you'll take him to Yong'an City to see the world."

"All right," Jiang Chengyun nodded in agreement.

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In West City, Vajra Gate.

Countless Colonels hurried back and forth on the shattered long steps.

For a case like houses being raided and families being exterminated, they were exceedingly skilled; even the things hidden under the beds were to be thoroughly searched.

Huge Buddha statues were swung and shattered to make sure there weren't any treasures inside, before they moved on to the next one.

Shen Yi leaned against the carriage, flipping through the martial arts manual in his hand casually.

Two Colonels stood by his side, respectfully saying, "Officer Shen, would you like us to copy a version for a more thorough examination back at the office?"

Moments later, Shen Yi closed the painstakingly found martial arts manual and threw it over: "No need, just catalog it."

"Vajra Gate used to be a great sect with a resounding reputation; in just a few hundred years, it has become this poor," one Colonel said embarrassed.

Compared to Qingfeng Mountain, let alone an ordinary second-rate sect, the gap was immense; it made one wonder where all their money went.

"They exhausted their resources, trying to forcibly create a Refinement Martial Arts Master that could rival the Solidifying Pill Realm, in the hopes of restoring their former glory..."

The other Colonel stopped mid-sentence and shut his mouth. If Officer Shen had returned and instructed them to begin the operation, it meant that the likelihood of the abbot's survival was virtually nil.

"Get back to work," Shen Yi said.

Shen Yi nodded slightly and waited until the two had left.

He summoned the panel and glanced at the new words that had appeared, a trace of barely discernible joy flickering in his clear eyes.

[Condensation Elixir: Upper Volume of Life and Death Zen Body (Uninitiated)]

Indeed, when Shen Yi first saw the Vajra Gate abbot, he noticed that the aura on the latter's body didn't seem like any demonic technique.

Based on the superficial understanding from when he had flipped through it just now.

This Zen Body required meditation to cultivate, stripping away the ideas of life and death from the qi of the world, to temper oneself with it.

Black and white, one dead, one alive.

The former for slaughtering, the latter for rejuvenation.

The abbot's Buddhist cultivation level shouldn't be much different from his own, and attaining enlightenment through meditation alone wouldn't be feasible, so he had taken the easiest-to-obtain items of life and death to aid in his cultivation.

And he had actually managed to derive some effect from it.

Shen Yi looked at the remaining four hundred plus years of the demon's lifespan and sighed lightly.

He had only been back from Qingfeng Mountain for a short while, so how had it come to be reduced to so little again?

This martial technique only had the upper volume.

Similar incomplete objects were something Shen Yi had come into contact with frequently, of which the Golden Yang Eight Treasures Mystical Body was the closest. After practicing it to perfection, one could just barely step into the realm of Jade Liquid Boundary, but against a true Jade Liquid Boundary demon, it would still not be of much use.

Just like this half of the Life and Death Zen Body, so long as it could be fully cultivated, it would definitely bestow enhancement upon oneself, and quite a significant one at that, but it wouldn't be enough to bring about a qualitative change.

What really attracted Shen Yi was that it belonged to the Refinement Martial Arts at the Condensation Elixir Realm, touching upon realms beyond the Jade Liquid Boundary, and since he could condense something like the Demon Crystal, so long as he had an adequate lifespan, he could attempt to evolve it into a complete set of Demonic Martial Arts.

A complete set of Condensation Elixir Realm Body Refining Method could be the foundation for establishing a first-rate power.

It had been such a long time since he had traversed over, and he finally had the opportunity to touch upon higher-level martial arts.

Now, whatever he lacked could be borrowed from demons.

At this thought, Shen Yi took out the Silver Bell from his belt. With this item by his side, acquiring a demon's lifespan had already become much less difficult.

There was no need to be too anxious.

Only when the sky turned dusky, he watched the many colonels loading boxes onto the horse-drawn carriage, which were then transported to the Demon-suppression Bureau Office.

Shen Yi hitched a lift and returned to the other courtyard.

Occasional conversations echoed from within the courtyard.

On the table lay a meal still warm, the wine cup was seven-tenths full, but no one had touched it.

Zhang the Butcher was playing with the boy in his arms, while Fang Heng watched them with a touch of nostalgia, hearing footsteps from outside. Continue your journey on empire

They all turned to look, concealing the worry in their eyes as they rose and greeted with a smile,

"You're back."

Shen Yi paused for a moment, then casually threw his Fierce Wolf Cloak over the chair back and sat down at the table, lifting the cup of wine to sip, "Is something wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Heng sighed helplessly, "We're worried something might have happened to you, Officer Shen."

Suppressing the younger generation of Qingzhou, this sort of thing is not something most people can achieve.

Behind that group of youngsters stood each an old fox.

Shen Yi not only did it, but he did it extremely well, leaving no room for others to pick faults.

But if one is human, they can't forever avoid making mistakes or slip-ups. One needs to continually display strength to make those resentful eyes retract their venomous gaze, daring not to look straight over again.

If it were possible to achieve this, Fang Heng suggested that his master should retire early, offering the position of General to Officer Shen.

"I..."

Zhang the Butcher raised his glass in toast to Shen Yi, then drained it in one gulp.

Great kindness does not warrant thanks, for he didn't know how to express his gratitude.

Wiping the wine stains from his beard, he said, "Whenever and wherever, if you have need of the butcher, just say the word. I'll have my coffin ready to do your bidding."