Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 106 Silver Bell Demon Catcher Goes Live_1

The quiet room.

Shen Yi put down his chopsticks and casually raised his cup in response.

He didn't speak any pleasantries about not being courteous; with someone of such a straightforward temperament, some things had to be expressed openly to feel at ease.

"Huh—"

Zhang the Butcher sat back down at the table, his face showing a hint of a smile.

This time, Vajra Gate had trampled his dignity into the dirt.

To be honest, with the other party's current strength, even if he risked his own life, what help could he really provide?

Yet, Brother Shen maintained the same attitude as always, no different from when they were in Baiyun County.

"I plan to take this child and leave Qingzhou City temporarily to stay in a small county town for a while. Once we get there, I'll arrange for someone to send you a letter."

Shen Yi, whose reputation was rapidly rising, had stood up for Zhang the Butcher in front of so many people, which meant that as long as he stayed in the city, there would be countless individuals eager to curry favor with him to establish a connection with Officer Shen.

But the straightforward man saw deeper. Such riches and honors were not meant for him to enjoy. And where some sought to curry favor, there were others who wished to harm Shen Yi. With his own modest strength, he could easily become a target for others to use against Shen Yi.

"Be careful."

Shen Yi nodded and glanced at Fang Heng, "Why are you staring at him as if you were his father?"

"..."

Fang Heng rolled his eyes and sat down as well. If his parents had seen things as clearly, they wouldn't have clung to their small shop and ultimately perished at the hands of a demon, leaving only his grandmother and himself to rely on each other.

Seeing the relief on the faces of Zhang the Butcher and the boy, who had narrowly escaped death, he felt a bit reflective for a moment.

The General was a good master, but it was hard to say whether he was a proper elder.

"Grandmother says I've changed a lot recently and wants to thank you in person."

Fang Heng sighed. The big change was because ever since he met Shen Yi, his arm had never fully healed.

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Unable to spar with anyone, his temperament had naturally become much more subdued.

"Let's do it tomorrow."

Shen Yi suddenly realized that ever since he had made more acquaintances in this world, there were people who began to worry about him.

The feeling was actually quite nice.

The three of them had only a few sips of drink before they each returned to their rooms to rest. In this chaotic age of demons, getting completely drunk was a luxury.

...

The next day.

Zhang the Butcher rose early and left. Before departing, he didn't say anything more, just took the child and bowed deeply towards Shen Yi's door.

In the morning, Fang Heng came in with two bags of tangerines from outside.

Shen Yi packed away the personal adjutant general's uniform into the Silver Bell and changed into a set of dark-colored robes he had brought from Baiyun County before stepping out the door.

"Are you planning to leave again?" Fang Heng asked, noticing his attire and seeming to realize something.

Indeed, Granny A'Qian must have given the bell to Officer Shen.

Fang Heng had only seen this kind of anxious restlessness in one other person.

"I can't just stay in the city all the time. Just going out for a stroll."

Shen Yi walked towards the courtyard exit.

Carrying half of the Condensation Elixir Tempering Method with him, leaving it unused was making him itch.

They soon arrived at the Commander-in-Chief's Mansion.

Stepping into this place for the second time, Shen Yi's mindset was completely different from before.

Now, as he stood there, others who saw him would only think he had important matters to attend to, not that he had leveraged someone's connections.

"Little Yang, just wait a bit longer, I want to introduce you to a young man."

"Oh my... Granny... I'm just here to deliver Lord Fang's salary. I'm not considering that at the moment."

"At least take a look at the person."

"I'm busy with something else..."

Several voices of conversation came from within the courtyard; the girl seemed somewhat helpless.

As they walked into the courtyard, she turned her head to look over, her gaze quickly shifting from Fang Heng to land on the figure in the dark robe.

"Uh."

Little Yang subconsciously sat down on the stool, "Suddenly, it's all okay."

Fang Heng glanced at her and said indifferently, "Go get busy first."

"Actually, it's not that busy... Hey... don't pull on me... Officer Shen! It's me! I was the one who picked out a cultivation technique for you last time!"

Fang Heng walked over and pulled the girl up until she looked back three steps at a time as she walked out of the courtyard, her gaze still fixed intently on Shen Yi's face.

"You rascal, can't you be a bit more polite?"

The grandmother chided him with a slap, then looked at Shen Yi with a beaming smile, "You're here."

"Mhm, came to see how you are."

Shen Yi nodded, not expecting that the girl they had been talking about introducing to him was indeed a serious suggestion.

"Sit down, I'll go cook for you."

Elderly people love to babble and don't understand anything about cultivation, asking all sorts of trivial household questions.

Shen Yi didn't mind and sat in the yard, earnestly responding to her inquiries.

It seemed that only in such a setting could he feel a sense of reassurance reminiscent of his past life.

Soon it was noon, and once again, clear porridge and simple dishes were served. This time there was also a bowl of braised pork made especially for him.

"The last time you disciplined this silly boy for me, he's been much better behaved. Eat more, and be a bit harder on him next time."

Shen Yi picked up his chopsticks, and under the grandmother's eager gaze, he just picked up a piece of pork.

The silver bell at his waist suddenly quivered.

He kept a straight face as he tasted the half-fat-half-lean piece of meat on his lips, and after savoring it, he raised the corner of his mouth, "Your cooking is really good."

"Really? Eat some more then." The grandmother couldn't stop smiling.

"I will when I get the chance."

Shen Yi quickly finished the bowl of porridge, got up with a trace of apology, and bid farewell with clasped hands.

Fang Heng seemed to sense something and looked up, "Officer Shen, take care."

The dangers encountered by a Demon-suppression Marshal in day-to-day life are nothing compared to a tenth of those faced by demon catchers.

"It's alright, you young people are all busy. Go on with your work and come by when you have time."

After Shen Yi left, the grandmother's smile faded, and she sat back down at the table, giving Fang Heng another slap, "I don't know what you're fussing about. Such a nice young man—if he had a wife waiting at home for him, would he need to fight with his life on the line like this?"

"You can't just pick someone randomly, though." Fang Heng pouted, retorting in an uncharacteristically low voice.

"You're right about that." The grandmother pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "That senior sister of yours is quite similar to him."

"You mean Senior Sister Lin?" Fang Heng was stunned for a moment, also feeling there was some logic to it.

"No, the prettier one." The grandmother winked and whispered, "Both of them look aloof and detached, but deep down, they're both warm at heart. Why don't you help them get together?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Heng shuddered and waved his hands frantically, "Please be quiet, okay? Officer Shen may seem cold, but he's just not talkative, Senior Sister Jiang... it's a completely different situation, alright? You must be mistaken."

Seeing his grandmother not quite convinced, he looked around cautiously.

He lowered his voice and said, "I heard from Brother You that Senior Sister Jiang suffered a demon calamity as a child, crawling out from a pile of corpses. When she met our master, she had only a Golden Silk Macaque that had similarly suffered misfortunes. They kept watch for each other along the way and shared a piece of wheat cake. They both survived the ordeal and maintained an optimistic outlook."

"It's a pity she met our master."

At this point, Fang Heng sighed, "Our master took her and the Golden Silk Macaque to a local house to take care of them."

"Isn't that good?" The grandmother looked on curiously.

"Good?" Fang Heng buried his head in his meal, picking at the pickled vegetables casually, "Our master taught them martial arts at the same time. The macaque learned blade technique, and senior sister learned swordsmanship... The macaque was also a survivor after its entire tribe was slaughtered by an Ape Demon, and it shared a life-and-death bond with senior sister."

"In just a few months, the macaque mastered the introductory level of blade technique, and our master bestowed it a treasured blade and sent it out to gain experience."

"Not long after the macaque left, our master called senior sister over and said that the monkey had rage in its heart, and on this journey, its first act would surely be to seek revenge. He said the trip wouldn't take more than a month."

"Within a month, break through to the Initial Realm, and he'd take her to rescue it."

The grandmother was stunned, "Did they succeed?"

"Of course they failed." Fang Heng's eyes filled with resignation, "Senior sister only rested two hours a day, but in the end, she still fell a little short."

"Of course, that's not important."

Fang Heng waved his hand and let out a long breath, "What I want to say is, since then, senior sister has never inquired a single thing about the macaque, not even setting foot in the place it went to. She completely let go of everything in pursuit of becoming Qingzhou's sharpest sword. It's not the 'cold on the outside, warm on the inside' you mentioned..."

"It's that she truly, doesn't care about anything anymore."