Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 74 The Sword Light is Like a Rainbow_1

As night fell, the bonfire blazed vigorously.

It illuminated the faces of the few people around it.

The remaining colonels took turns guarding key points, their gazes sharp as torches, missing not even the slightest movement.

"Will there be a fight?"

Wang Meng rubbed his hands nervously, "It shouldn't, right? Has the Qingfeng Sect leader stuffed himself mad? Why would he fall out with General Chen over a disciple?"

"It's the disciple most likely to succeed as the next sect leader."

Liu Daqian corrected, "Half of Qingfeng Mountain's reputation as a sect of chivalry over the last hundred years was carved out by him, a true swordsman hero."

"Could such a person really be a transformed evil serpent?"

Wang Meng smacked his lips and suddenly whispered, "Even if he were transformed from an evil serpent, wouldn't that be a case of turning over a new leaf?"

"Hiss!" Liu Daqian kicked him.

General Chen was out to slay demons, and here was this lad, praising a demon; was he looking to rebel?

"But having a bevy of wives and being frequently captured, given his reputation, could it be that he offended some serpent-demon in the Yangchun River, who took advantage of his absence, forced himself on his concubine to spite him?" another colonel approached and suggested.

"In any case, if he's handed over and taken back to Demon-suppression Bureau for questioning, everything will be clear," Liu Daqian said with a helpless glance at his colleagues.

"If they refuse to hand him over, and General Chen becomes intent on killing, Qingfeng Sect might as well change its name to Blood Peak Sect," Liu Daqian mused.

"Scared me half to death before coming; now it seems like a great stroke of luck," Wang Meng smirked.

"From what General Hong implies, it seems the old sect leader will only hesitate for a couple more days. We are lucky to have two Jade Liquid Boundary masters with us; nothing serious will happen!" Wang Meng chuckled upon hearing this.

Upon these words, everyone cast their gazes toward the young man standing with his hands hanging by his side nearby.

Shen Yi listened to the conversation while his profound eyes quietly watched the dense woods.

Would there really be no fight?

If so, what was she panicking for?

Hand over the swordsman, and the Demon-suppression Bureau would naturally withdraw from the mountain.

Qingfeng Mountain would remain Qingzhou's premier sword sect. What was there to panic about?

Time quickly slipped by.

The colonels stood up to change shifts. Those who returned filled their stomachs and then went to rest in their tents. Your journey continues on empire

Dai Bing, with her sword in hand, returned from the dense woods.

Apparently without much of an appetite.

She sat down by the bonfire, her peripherals catching the sight of Shen Yi leaning against a tree, beginning to stir. She suddenly said, "You haven't closed your eyes the whole night; did Hong Lei ask you to keep an eye on me?"

Shen Yi stepped away without confirming nor denying.

Dai Bing's lips curled in self-mockery, "So afraid of letting even one escape, are you that eager to take action against a group of innocents? No, not just innocents but a group of demon-slaying heroic swordsmen."

As she watched the young man walk further away...

She suddenly felt agitated, clenching the three-cloud pattern on her sleeve, "I've served the Demon-suppression Bureau for twenty years and that's not enough to earn your trust? Why can't you believe me just once!"

Shen Yi slightly turned his eyes toward her. "I do believe you."

"..."

Dai Bing's breathing was erratic, and she was momentarily dazed, only to hear the second half of his statement.

"Then I must be a fool."

Shen Yi turned around and stepped back into the damp woods.

This woman's intentions were nearly written all over her face; not just him, but even Chen Ji could spot that.

Shen Yi was not used to making judgments about something before knowing the truth.

The only thing he knew for sure was that...

Despite all the rumors, that swordsman had yet to provide a reasonable explanation for his concubine sneaking into the office, giving birth to a vile serpent, and then being devoured to the point not even the bones remained.

Even an ordinary colonel could fabricate some excuse, but he refused.

Simply staying on the mountain, relying on Qingfeng Mountain's protection, and continuing the standoff with the Demon-suppression Bureau.

This was a refusal to accept even a hint of cuckoldry until death.

Oh, almost forgot.

Beyond that, Shen Yi was aware of one more thing.

He fell silent and pursed his lips, placing a hand over his heart.

That familiar aura, subtle but unending; it was uncertain whether the swordsman was a serpent-demon, but Qingfeng Mountain definitely harbored a serpent-demon.

It was really possible to sense it.

Just unsure if the sensing was one-way, or if the other party could also perceive it.

Just this discovery alone made the trip worthwhile.

...

Days and nights cycled rapidly, and three days flashed by in an instant.

The Colonels caught rabbits and pheasants from the dense forest but captured no Qingfeng Disciples.

Hundreds of disciples remained without a single stir, while Elder Nu Jian on the high cliff resembled petrified wood, his sparse silver hair never even quivering. It seemed his presence was solely for the purpose of garrisoning the Sword-view Gorge to prevent Demon-suppression Bureau from tarnishing their reputation.

Wang Meng grilled the chicken on a slab of stone.

First, he offered a piece to Shen Yi, then handed another to Dai Bing.

These two Jade Liquid Boundary masters were the capital they relied on to survive; how could they not eat well?

"..."

Chewing on a bland, slightly gamey piece of meat, Shen Yi suddenly thought of Lin Baiwei.

No wonder she found joy in tasting anything and everything.

If he were to eat like this for half a year, he could probably learn her culinary skills.

At his side,

Dai Bing swallowed the chicken expressionlessly, one hand on her sheathed sword.

It appeared she wanted to stuff all the sustenance she could get into her stomach.

This familiar scene

made Shen Yi glance towards her sleeve.

The rest was trivial, but twenty years of hard work seemed rather regrettable.

As they waited for the grease on the stone slab to slowly congeal and the campfire to dim slightly,

several Colonels, as usual, stood up to patrol the dense forest.

But then they suddenly heard Shen Yi's voice.

"I'll do the patrol tonight; everyone else, go rest," he said.

Hearing this, Wang Meng and the others were stunned and smiled wryly, "Officer Shen, you're being too polite. We've been on duty for decades and have never seen such a thing."

After a few days together, they knew Shen Yi never spoke empty words.

After thanking him in unison, they all crawled into their tents.

The hand Dai Bing used to grip her sword tightened as she gazed at the young man rising slowly nearby, his fair complexion fluctuating between light and shadow in the dim firelight.

Although she didn't understand how he guessed her secret despite her careful disguise,

she suddenly felt a momentary softness, "You should rest too; I'll take over tonight."

The young man was handsome, with exceptional talent, so smart, and so young. Except when he was annoyingly argumentative, he was nearly flawless.

It seemed a pity for him to die at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain.

After he had personally declared his disbelief, her words could almost be taken as an admission.

Under Dai Bing's watchful eye,

Shen Yi patted his sleeve and said softly, "Hurry up; I'm on a tight schedule."

Not even the Demon-suppression Bureau could intimidate this woman, so he didn't bother wasting more words.

"..."

As his words fell,

the young woman slowly closed her eyes, realizing... she was indeed very annoyed.

She drew her sword from its scabbard.

But the sharp sound of a sword came from the opposite dense forest.

A dazzling golden light converged into a point and transformed into a dragon soaring into the sky, its power supreme!

The man dressed in Regular Service Attire had sharp eyes and an indifferent expression, wielding Three-foot Green Peak.

The formidable aura of the Jade Liquid Boundary was unleashed without reservation; a large tree in the dense forest, thick enough to be embraced by one person, was simply snapped and collapsed under the residual waves of the sword energy!

This one sword exhibited a hundred years of skill!

Before the surging onslaught of sword energy,

Shen Yi's hair brushed lightly against his face, his posture erect, his black robe rustling.

Only in his pitch-black eyes did a glint of gold slowly emerge.

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