https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-119-Demon-Catchers-Take-a-Loss-What-Does-It-Have-to-Do-With-My-Close-Companion-the-Genera/12554037/
https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-121-The-Aura-of-the-Mountain-King/12554041/
Chapter 120 - A Bountiful Harvest
Chapter 120 - A Bountiful Harvest
On top of a hill, a figure clad in black fluttered gently in the wind.
Shen Yi slowly rose to his feet, putting away the White Colt Divine Movement Technique manuscript he had been holding into a silver chime.
This top-quality light body technique was the best the External Affairs Hall of the Demon Suppression Division could offer, perfect for long-distance travel.
White Foal Divine Movement Technique (Perfected)
Remaining Demon Lifespan: 1,362 years
This amount was a bit awkward. While there was enough to condense Demon Treasure Crystals, having over three hundred years left would be a waste if the demons' grudges didn't awaken in time, causing the lifespan to be exhausted for nothing.
It would be nice to obtain a few more demon cores and use this lifespan to break through the third transformation of the Immortal Demon.
Shen Yi calmed his mind and took a step down the hill.
He had just walked a short distance when he felt that something was amiss.
The surroundings were too quiet, like a dead zone of silence, except for the rustling of the wind.
"Almost forgot."
Shen Yi shook his head and retracted his aura.
The hundreds of beasts hiding between the hills finally relaxed from the immense pressure, trembling as they lay on the ground, afraid to move. Only a few startled birds flapped their wings, wanting to flee from this place.
Confining the Mountain Lord within his body, he intimidated the surrounding mountains, causing ghosts and spirits to give way.
In their eyes, the figure in black was akin to a human-shaped Mountain Lord, casually strolling through its territory.
Fortunately, he soon left this hill.
...
A chill permeated throughout Yong'an City.
Ordinary folks cowered behind doors, unaware of what had happened the night before. All they knew was that many people had died, and they were all well-known prominent families in the city.
The city gates were deserted, and not a single merchant or traveler had entered all morning.
The soaring demonic aura had frightened even those without martial arts training, causing them to scatter and flee.
A few constables stood guard on the long street, knives in hand, their heads lowered as they muttered to themselves, seemingly discussing the strange occurrences on a certain hill.
Suddenly, one of them looked up, his eyes fixed on the city gate in astonishment.
His colleagues followed his gaze, curious.
They saw a tall figure strolling towards them. Beneath his messy hair was a pale face bearing a hint of fatigue. His black shirt was stained with blood, emitting a chilling sanguine aura that kept people at bay.
He casually held a black scabbard with golden patterns between his fingers, and even without drawing the sword, people dared not approach.
Most importantly, the direction from which the young man was coming was the very same hill they had been discussing.
There was something suspicious about anyone daring to enter Yong'an City under the current circumstances.
As the figure walked past them, his back disappearing at the end of the street, the constables felt the discomfort in their lungs and suddenly realized they had forgotten to breathe: "Whose blood is that on him?"
"Stop spouting nonsense! With the situation last night, would you need to go out of the city to kill someone?"
The tall constable swallowed his saliva. They had been discussing why the demons had disappeared and why the hill outside the city had erupted with such a formidable presence that even the city's residents could sense it.
...
The Deng Mansion.
Lin Rou finally felt that these people might have misunderstood something.
She rolled her eyes, slapped Deng Mingxu's face, pushing him back, and then picked up the teacup to hold it against his neck: "There was a tiger demon of at least the Jade Liquid Perfection realm. He was like this, and then pfft! Do you understand now?"
"... " Jiang Chengyun and Xiao Qiangwei looked at each other.
"You don't understand, do you? Well, neither do I." Lin Rou turned and threw the teacup onto the table.
Deng Jianyuan was equally confused, but when he looked to the side, he saw that these family members, who usually looked down on others, now had a hint of awe on their faces.
Unexpectedly, the young man actually protected his family.
"Are you saying Shen Yi killed a tiger demon and then left?"
Jiang Chengyun finally reacted, his face, originally pale from overexertion, now flushed with a strange expression. His eyelids twitched, and his voice turned stern, "Nonsense! Why didn't you stop him?"
Hearing this, Lin Rou looked at him blankly and gestured with her hand at her neck, "Boss Jiang, a huge tiger demon just snapped its jaws and died. What could I have used to stop him?"
"You..."
Jiang Chengyun waved his hand in frustration. Indeed, it was unreasonable to blame Lin Rou; he knew Shen Yi's capabilities.
But last night's situation was completely different. If they had encountered a genuine Jade Liquid Perfection tiger demon, it wouldn't be something a mere abbot of the Vajra Sect could handle.
Clearly, they had agreed to just familiarize themselves with the process.
How could he dare to be so audacious while I was out for a short while? Jiang Chengyun's thoughts turned to Shen Yi's nonchalant attitude when he had accepted the silver bell, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed with himself. He should have realized the kind of person Shen Yi was and kept him by his side instead.
Xiao Qiangwei quietly listened to the conversation between the two, realizing that she might have misunderstood something.
That young man hadn't fled but had actively gone out to kill the demon?
And it seemed that Jiang Chengyun valued him immensely, even to the point of losing his composure.
After all, he was a proud and arrogant man, looking down on those older than him and finding most of those younger than him inadequate.
"Or... should we go look for him?"
Xiao Qiangwei's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she placed her hand on her stomach and rose to her feet. She walked towards the door.
Just then, a putrid stench washed over them.
She looked up slightly, her pupils constricting. Unaware if it was an illusion, she didn't sense any aura, but her body instinctively felt threatened.
When she saw the visitor's appearance, Xiao Qiangwei took two steps back, her gaze falling on the demon blood that stained him, and she finally understood where that sense of threat originated.
The Mountain Lord's pressure was indeed overwhelming. Merely sensing the blood aura of its offspring was enough to make her tense up involuntarily.
"..."
As the woman scrutinized him, Shen Yi also observed these two silver bell demon catchers.
Seeing their listless auras and unpleasant complexions, he sighed softly.
As expected, whether it was the Demon Suppression Division or the demon catchers, they never failed to disappoint.
After killing three tiger cubs, the Mountain Lord would definitely hold a grudge against him.
Fortunately, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.
Shen Yi wasn't overly fearful. Once he achieved Minor Success in the Nine Transformations of the Immortal Demon and added the Heaven Demon Yanluo Pill, even if the Mountain Lord came seeking vengeance, it would be a fight to the death.
He walked past the woman and casually chose a spot to sit down, placing the ritual blade in his hand gently on the table.
Shen Yi was about to close his eyes and adjust his breath when he suddenly realized that everyone was staring at him intently.
"Aren't you going to say something?"
Jiang Chengyun exhaled a turbid breath, the shock in his heart finally evident in his eyes.
Shen Yi's appearance, drenched in demon blood, was far from the casual stroll Lin Rou had described.
What exactly happened in these four hours?!
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
