Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 164 Ji Mansion_1

Outside Qingzhou City, the General personally saw them off.

Consort Ji stepped onto the luxurious carriage and, looking at Jiang Yuanhua, smiled and said, "General, please rest assured, Her Majesty will make every effort to relieve Qingzhou of its worries."

Upon hearing this, the General returned the smile, "Much appreciated, Consort Ji."

After a few more polite exchanges, he turned around, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The other party wouldn't act until the rabbit was within reach. Had he, Jiang, lived in vain all these years? The successor he had painstakingly nurtured couldn't be snatched away so easily.

Recalling the rumors he heard back in the Capital City, a slight smile played on Jiang Yuanhua's lips.

Though the demon calamity in Qingzhou was urgent, it wasn't certain the consort would remain composed. Now it was a matter of who could hold their nerve.

He collected his thoughts and looked towards the back of the carriage, where a handsome youth, clad in Black Light Mystery Armor, appeared like a dragon among men, exuding an extraordinary demeanor.

It was such a young man who reduced the disciples of Qingqiu Gate to a mere mention in the records.

Never mind casualties; according to those two Personal Adjutant Generals, they didn't even get a chance to enter the fray.

"..."

Jiang Yuanhua's eyes narrowed slightly, and then some admiration stirred within him, diminishing his dissatisfaction somewhat.

After Qiu Lan, to have another young prodigy emerge in little Qingzhou.

If not for the pressing calamity of demons, once the two of them had grown, they could at least ensure a millennium of peace for Qingzhou.

Alas, luck was not on their side...

However, it wasn't really an issue to take the fall for such talent.

Of course... if he could get the Imperial Court to take notice of the person sooner and pay some attention, that would be even better.

"General Shen, I thank you for escorting Consort Ji back to the capital," he said.

Jiang Yuanhua stepped forward, his voice not too loud nor too soft, just enough for those inside the carriage to hear.

He bowed slightly, then walked back to Qingzhou City.

"..."

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow in confusion. Besides Consort Ji, there was also a master in the carriage capable of making even a Demon King flee in panic.

Was his escort really necessary?

After hearing Jiang Yuanhua's words, Consort Ji curiously lifted the carriage curtain to look outside.

Initially, upon seeing the armor that belonged to the Demon-suppression Great General on the youth, she was truly disinterested.

Even if he was so young and capable of protecting a prefecture, his future achievements might not fall short of Jiang Qiulan's.

In the Great Qian Dynasty, both a Primordial Grandmaster and a Martial Immortal were regarded as being in the fourth realm, but the treatment they received from others was as different as heaven and earth.

The reason was simple.

No matter how strong a Martial Immortal, they could not move about freely and could only guard a specific place for hundreds of years, with almost no value for association.

Primordial Grandmasters were different.

A revered figure able to maintain peak condition anywhere was enough to solve most problems.

Take her, for instance; merely offering a vague promise was enough to get Qingzhou's Martial Immortal to let down his pride and show immense eagerness.

"Does General Shen have the capacity to escort us away from Qingzhou?" Consort Ji withdrew her gaze, probing indirectly.

"He is not a cultivator nurturing the Yin Spirit," replied Jiang Qiulan with eyes closed, feigning sleep, his voice indifferent.

That simple sentence brought an even bigger smile to the graceful cheeks of Consort Ji, who decided not to lower the curtain, looking instead at the silhouette on horseback outside: "Much appreciated, General Shen."

"Consort Ji is too kind," responded Shen Yi with a nod of his chin, having come to the capital to receive his reward, not thinking about any escort duties.

If they came across a demon that even Jiang Qiulan couldn't handle, the Great Demon would have to witness what the perfectly refined Xiaoyao Riding the Wind Technique was capable of.

Beyond these three, the Silver Bell Demon Catcher also arranged for someone to come and report their achievements.

Jiang Chengyun rode behind, glancing at the carriage and then at Shen Yi, his gaze sweeping back and forth as if trying to keep up.

Nevertheless, the excitement in his eyes grew ever more intense.

Under the leadership of these two, what could stop the younger generation of Qingzhou from replacing those old relics?

"General Shen."

He rode his horse to catch up, "Have you thought about what kind of Precious Tool you would like to receive?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yi pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to the Black Blade on his waist, "It's best to have a handy weapon."

The treasure blade obtained from the Ape Demon was durable and sharp, but it lacked any profound mysteries, making it gradually feel somewhat superfluous.

Jiang Chengyun took note of this silently, then said with a trace of envy, "Qingzhou is only average among the Nine Provinces of the Great Qian, and even Baiyun Temple only has supporting cultivation methods for forging instruments. The Precious Tools bestowed by the Imperial Court are almost all from the Li State Instrument Sect, which is the richest and best at forging instruments among the provinces of Great Qian."

"The Precious Tools we garrison at the Twelve Prefectures are only considered of average quality there. It's said that the absolute finest Precious Tools, known as the 'Sect Suppressing Treasures', can even leave the Primordial Grandmasters in awe."

Shen Yi nodded thoughtfully.

He was finally beginning to understand the Great Qian Dynasty a bit better.

He remembered the Green Jade Precious Sword still lying in his silver bell, wondering what quality of Precious Tool it was considered to be.

"..."

Listening to the conversation outside the carriage, Jiang Qiulan slowly opened her eyes and casually glanced at the Black Blade on the young man's waist, before quickly averting her gaze.

The journey from Qingzhou to the Capital City was extremely long; with an ordinary Demon Horse, it would take at least three months.

But the eight horned Demon Horses pulling the carriage were clearly not ordinary, their hooves enshrouded in cloud and mist as they moved, both fast and steady, greatly shortening the travel time.

Even the horses carefully selected by the Demon-suppression Bureau struggled to keep up.

Consort Ji thoughtfully offered two of the horned horses, "General Shen has worked hard and achieved much, Prince Ji appreciates you greatly; please don't be restrained by formalities."

Seeing this, Jiang Chengyun couldn't help but shake his head in amazement.

It seems that such ordinary rules and etiquette must give way before a true prodigy.

As for himself, he was fortunate to have the chance to ride a noble horse from the Prince's Mansion.

...

After nineteen days.

A majestic city several times larger than Qingzhou City finally came into view, exuding an ancient and heavy feeling that was slightly oppressive.

The city gates were well guarded, and one could feel a soaring aura without even employing the art of energy perception.

This was the Capital City of the Great Qian Dynasty, overseeing the land of the Nine Provinces!

The luxurious carriage slowly entered the city, the eight snow-white horned horses signifying the status of their owner. The city guards saluted solemnly as they watched it disappear down the long street.

The grand Ji Mansion was located in the west of the city.

Carved beams and painted rafters displayed its elegance, while the jade-tiled high walls added a touch of opulence.

Drawing out dozens of servants, the mansion had the streets cleared in advance before lining up on both sides to welcome them.

"Qiu Lan, why don't you stay at the Wang Mansion and keep me company?" Consort Ji said with a gentle smile.

"Thank you for your kindness, Consort, but I belong to the Demon-suppression Bureau. It would be better for me to stay at the Martial Temple," Jiang Qiulan said with a slight shake of her head.

Throughout the journey, she had been calm and gentle, faultless, yet not overly friendly.

Despite Qingzhou being in need of her, Consort Ji didn't seem to mind these details at all. Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire

In the face of her extraordinary martial arts talent and an appearance that caused others to feel inadequate, such matters counted for little.

Consort Ji still smiled warmly, "At least meet with Prince Jin Jiang first. You are to instruct him in martial arts, after all. You'll need to see if he's an old block of wood, right?"

"..."

Jiang Qiulan fell silent for a moment before finally stepping towards the interior of the Wang Mansion.

Following behind the carriage, Jiang Chengyun gripped Shen Yi's arm hard enough to nearly break his teeth, whispering a low plea, "General Shen... where are you going... "

Where did such strength come from, unshakeable by even a strong tug!

"Going to collect my reward," Shen Yi paused in mid-turn, his brow wrinkling slightly. Although he didn't know what business the General had with the Prince's Mansion, it had nothing to do with him. Surely he wasn't expected to stick around and engage in more wearying pleasantries.

"Just bear with it a little longer... " Jiang Chengyun implored through clenched teeth. There was no sense in arriving at the doorstep of the Prince's Mansion without saying a word and then just leaving—wouldn't that be equivalent to slapping Consort Ji in the face?

From a Silver Bell Demon Catcher in Yong'an City to a Demon-suppression Great General in Linjiang Prefecture.

His rank had soared quickly, but his character seemed not to have changed at all.