Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 38 Subdue the Ape Demon Barehanded_1

The straw-clad Ape Demon removed its bamboo hat, revealing its sparse and seemingly aging black fur.

It was short in stature, yet its head was rather large. As its lips moved, two sharp fangs were revealed: "Not a bad Blade Technique, what a pity the blade itself isn't up to par."

The young and tall Ape Demon knelt on one knee, retrieving a bar-shaped object tightly wrapped in silk. It carefully unfolded the silk, revealing a slender Ceremonial Blade.

The scabbard was straight as an arrow, shimmering black and glossy all over with chased gold patterns.

It extended both hands, presenting it with utmost respect.

The scrawny hands of the straw-clad elder clutched the handle and drew the Black Blade that gleamed with a dark luster, examining it affectionately.

It could hardly be a coincidence.

Shen Yi noticed that the higher the cultivation of these Demonic Beasts, the more they imitated humans.

Huang Pizi demanded a palanquin for travel, yet was obsessed with gluttony, his mind filled with thoughts of devouring humans—an arbitrary nickname given based on its appearance.

This group of Ape Demons would don human clothing, select a pleasing name from books—something like Yuan Tongtian—and moreover, they wanted to bed the most tender women.

As for the elderly Azure Qilin, she had even begun to dress up, yearning to capture the finest craftsmen to create the most beautiful and extravagant jewelry.

"This blade of mine is named..." Yuan Tongtian held his breath, his eyes blazing with passion, ready to thoroughly explain the treasured sword's origin.

Shen Yi gathered his thoughts and immediately swung his blade at the kneeling tall Ape Demon.

Fighting and yet still wanting to observe some ritual first—what nonsense.

The Crimson Fiendish Qi wrapped around the blade as it descended with immense might towards the neck of the Ape Demon.

Since achieving Perfection in the Golden Yang Eight Treasures Mystical Body, Shen Yi felt his strength surge like a majestic river, unceasing and far surpassing his former self.

The two Demonic Beasts seemed not to have expected his sudden attack.

The young and tall one was stunned for a moment before hastily reaching out to block.

It was this brief hesitation that allowed the blade to slice through its cervical spine as easily as cutting through tofu.

The head, with eyes wide in bewilderment, rolled to the feet of Yuan Tongtian.

He was holding the Ceremonial Blade, his nostrils rapidly contracting as he let out a shrill scream: "Ludicrous! Ludicrous! A barbaric bumpkin who knows no rules!"

Even he would wipe his hands with a damp cloth before eating, bathe every three days, and burn incense every five.

Killing, even more so, required announcing one's identity, clarifying the reasons, explaining why one must kill and how one planned to win.

How could... how could he make such a crude and unpleasant affair of it?

Amid his screaming, Yuan Tongtian's slight figure suddenly leaped up, the Black Blade in his hands slashing continuously, both steady and ruthless, displaying a solid foundation from the very first strike.

Icy Blade Qi erupted, blasting apart the small thatched hut.

Even in turmoil, the trajectory of the Black Blade wielded by Yuan Tongtian was orderly and profound, evidently also a perfected Initial Realm Blade Technique.

Not only had it learned human activities, but it even practiced martial arts.

"No manners, you deserve to die!"

"Killing my offspring, you deserve to die!"

"Die at my hands!"

Yuan Tongtian's hunched body howled as he pressed forward, his long arms swinging wildly, each strike faster than the last.

Amidst such a ferocious assault, Shen Yi remained unflustered, keeping his step steady, yet he couldn't help feeling somewhat helpless inside.

This old Ape was clearly extraordinary, likely instructed by someone, and the Blade Technique it wielded seemed tailor-made for its arms. The Ceremonial Blade was no ordinary object either.

In his hands, his official blade was worth merely seven taels and two coins, which still had to account for the workshop's cut...

Previously unnoticed, but now, facing an opponent also of Initial Realm Perfection and whose martial arts were not inferior to his own, the disparity in weaponry suddenly became apparent.

If he continued intending to take his opponent down unharmed, he feared he would pay a greater price.

With this in mind, Shen Yi's gaze remained calm as he seized an opening to unleash a slice.

The gap between their weapons was even more significant than he had thought.

Just one full-force contact was all it took for his official blade to be directly chopped in two, sending the blade flying.

Fortunately, he had anticipated this and immediately let go of the hilt, not retreating but advancing instead. He brilliantly closed the gap between them, his long and strong fingers suddenly clenched into a fist.

They exchanged injuries for injuries!

Yuan Tongtian saw through his thoughts, showing no fear but instead revealing a fierce smile.

Only the treasured blade he had carried close for many years knew just how sharp it truly was.

Exchanging injuries? Do you think you'll even have the chance to strike again?

The next moment, the Black Blade ruthlessly chopped towards Shen Yi's shoulder!

There was no expected separation of flesh, nor the sound of a blade slicing through meat.

Bang—

As the sound of metal clashing rang out.

Both were momentarily stunned.

Yuan Tongtian clenched his long blade in disbelief, unable to press it down even a fraction, no matter how hard he forced the blade, which was glowing with a dark light.

"..."

He looked up, capturing a hint of astonishment in Shen Yi's eyes as well.

So...

What are you surprised about? What were you just dodging? Who are you putting on this act for, pretending to counterattack despite your injuries?!

Just as Yuan Tongtian came to his senses, he was gripped by five slender yet strong fingers across his face, and with a powerful infusion of strength, his entire body was viciously slammed to the ground!

He felt as though all his internal organs were about to shatter.

That strength clearly did not belong to the realm of the Initial Realm; it was the boundary he had long been dreaming of.

How could a Body Refining martial artist, comparable to the Jade Liquid Boundary, stoop so low as to launch a surprise attack before the fight?

Unable to understand, Yuan Tongtian's eye socket was crushed by a falling fist.

Blood filled his nostrils as he "hehe" opened his mouth, the sickly sweet taste unstoppable, pouring out.

The whooshing of the fist wind echoed in his ears, whispering like a ghost reaper claiming his soul.

In the distance.

Zhang the Butcher launched another punch.

He and the lean monk came from the same sect and were extremely familiar with each other's techniques; it was impossible to determine a winner in a short period of time.

But this punch surprisingly did the trick, hitting hard on the opponent's nose bridge.

The lean monk covered his nose and mouth, his face twisted in pain, ignoring the blood flowing through his fingers, his eyes filled with terror as he looked into the distance.

"At your age, still pulling these tricks, trying to fool me into looking back? Today I'm going to rid us of this scourge that tarnishes our sect's reputation!"

Zhang the Butcher raised his fists, ready to strike again, but noticed that the scabby-headed fellow was still staring straight behind him.

He gritted his teeth and turned to look.

Then a chill seeped into his back.

He saw dozens of strong youths standing dumbly, holding long spears and strong bows with limp hands.

In the very front, Shen Yi was pressing down on the old ape, smashing his fist down emotionlessly, his hand smeared with a mixture of red and white, viscous like paste, dripping steadily downwards.

With every punch, the Ape Demon's legs trembled.

Until there was no movement at all.

He slowly rose to his feet, breathing out a long breath of warm air, his dark eyes gazing back.

In the moment his gaze swept over, the yamen runners and soldiers' legs gave out, and they knelt in unison, too enervated even to beg for mercy.

"How long has it been..."

Zhang the Butcher swallowed hard; he hadn't even warmed up yet, and the fight was already over there?

Two great demons of the Initial Realm, how could they die without making a sound?

He turned back to look at the lean monk.

But saw that in the blink of an eye, the other had scuttled away twenty-zhang distance, crawling and rolling. He bore no resemblance to a martial artist and looked more like a startled rabbit.