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Chapter 186: Demon-Suppressing River Patrol, Devotion and Divine Seeds
Chapter 186: Demon-Suppressing River Patrol, Devotion and Divine Seeds
The Yangchun River shimmered with rippling waves, vast and majestic, making human efforts seem insignificant in comparison.
Wisps of smoke rose, carrying a rich aroma of meat.
Large stew pots lined the riverbank, one after another, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The captains and deputy generals, clad in cloud-patterned ink robes or draped in fierce wolf cloaks, had never executed such an order. Though there was no alcohol, they only needed to feast on the meat.
As for the source of the meat...
Three ferocious serpent dragon heads were hung high, their hundred-zhang-long bodies coiled along the riverbank. Though they had been dead for some time, they still retained their lifelike appearance, showing no signs of decay. A captain with some culinary skills used a precious blade to carve the meat, then boiled it over a large fire, sprinkling fine salt to make it more palatable.
The elderly general, clad in dark armor, sat at the forefront, with a small table before him.
His expression was calm, and he poured himself half a bowl of wine, taking a small sip. His eyes remained indifferent, gazing at the river in front of him.
Even the roaring waves couldn't stir his emotions.
Under this aura of unspoken authority, even the Yangchun River seemed to pale in comparison.
Demon-Suppressing River Patrol!
The captains of Linjiang Prefecture chewed on serpent dragon meat, their eyes filled with reverence as they looked towards the old general.
They all knew General Chen was aged, but who would've thought that an old and wrathful tiger still had a fierce heart? When he reopened his tiger-like eyes, he was still the awe-inspiring Demon-Suppressing Commander of Linjiang Prefecture!
Two months ago, the serpent dragons of the Yangchun River dared to emerge and wreak havoc on the human realm.
Today, General Chen intended to show these beasts the might of the Demon-Suppressing Bureau right before their eyes.
Eat their flesh and drink their blood!
With the Muddled Iron Halberd in hand, he kept the aquatic creatures subdued.
"..."
Chen Qiankun wanted to rub his stiff face, but feeling the burning gaze behind him, he dismissed the thought.
Following these young men, he hadn't felt this proud and relieved in years.
There were differences even among Demon-Suppressing Commanders.
Take Yushan Prefecture, for example. Under Jiang Qiulan's intimidation, no demons dared to invade, ensuring peace within the county even during her absence. Her captains and deputy generals only needed to conduct basic patrols.
However, his group of young subordinates lived under constant pressure from the demons, unable to relax for a moment.
It was a rare opportunity to enjoy such an atmosphere; he didn't want to spoil their mood.
"It's just that..."
Chen Qiankun stared at the calm river surface, sighing inwardly.
If that old serpent dragon were to break through again, it would be like a Core Formation Stage martial warrior who had passed three levels. And in its own territory, not even Jiang Qiulan could defeat it.
When he asked Liu Yuquan to send a message, it was a half-joke, hoping to borrow the sharpest sword of Qingzhou to drive the old serpent dragon back into the water, preventing Linjiang Prefecture from becoming a disaster zone.
As for why he agreed to Shen Yi's plan, it was not only because he genuinely admired this young man and was willing to play along, but also because, as a Demon-Suppressing Commander, it made no sense to hide in the county seat while pushing the civilians he was supposed to protect into harm's way.
At that moment, in a distant village...
Several people were gathered around a table.
The villagers had been dispersed, leaving only two who refused to leave.
The widow carefully took serpent dragon meat from the pot and placed it on the table, glancing timidly at the young man in dark armor with a red cape.
After some time, he still wore the golden-patterned black scabbard, and his handsome face had lost some of its coldness and killing intent. The pressure he exuded now far surpassed what it had been before, as if the slaughter had tempered his aura.
The once-disheveled madman now looked like a clean-cut young man.
He took out his family's aged wine and respectfully poured a full cup for the two of them.
Fang Heng had no interest in drinking, his face filled with worry. However, after numerous encounters, he had learned to remain silent in Shen Yi's presence.
What the other party was about to do was not something he should question.
"..."
Shen Yi closed his eyes and entered a state of inner vision.
Within his Qi Sea, the Dao Seed inside the Sky Devouring Inner Core had grown, emitting a crimson glow. Yet, around it, thick white mist filled the space.
Ever since arriving in Linjiang Prefecture, these devotions seemed to become increasingly abundant.
Strange...
Even if someone had built a temple for him, how could it be so abundant after such a short time since his arrival? He couldn't recall doing anything worthy of such worship.
Forget it, why bother thinking so much.
Shen Yi had already considered simultaneously nurturing the Dao Infant and the Shadow Soul. With time on his hands, he decided to give it a try.
He opened his eyes and looked at the panel, seeing the remaining lifespan of over nine thousand years.
He began to deduce the Sky Devouring Core Devouring Technique once more.
This time, however, he didn't rely solely on the Demon Pill cultivation but instead focused on the devotions.
[Year One, you begin to plant the Divine Seed...]
In an instant, the white mist, which had been instinctively moving towards the youth, was greedily sucked into his Qi Sea and Inner Core.
Witnessing this, Shen Yi finally understood why the Dark Soul Path was considered a shortcut.
He didn't need to toil to collect anything; he could simply sit there, and devotions would envelop him from all directions.
Perhaps it was due to his prior experience that the process went smoothly without any mishaps.
[Year Nine Hundred and Thirty-Two, you successfully condense the Divine Seed...]
The invisible white mist thinned out.
In exchange, a white light point pulsated within the Inner Core, contrasting with the crimson Dao Seed.
Had it succeeded so easily? Shen Yi raised his wine cup, concealing his surprise.
The white light point seemed different from the crimson Dao Seed; he even saw the intertwining blood threads of both, as if a soul were reaching out to touch the flesh and then passing through it.
Now, there was no need to squeeze both of them together.
However, this white light point didn't seem to bring any enhancement to him.
Neither his strength nor his aura showed any changes.
Unfortunately, the devotions had been almost entirely consumed, or else Shen Yi would have continued the deduction to see what new changes might occur.
He closed the panel and began to explore the role of this white Divine Seed.
He had initially wondered if he could stimulate Old Man Chen Qiankun's Giant Crocodile Dragon, allowing it to witness its sibling being dismembered and devoured, triggering a rage that would destabilize its realm and weaken its power...
But now, the Yangchun River was even quieter than usual.
It seemed that this ancient creature, having lived for so many years, had indeed achieved a certain level of composure.
In a blink, five days had passed.
The water in the riverbank pot had boiled dry again and again.
The three hundred-zhang-long Giant Crocodile Dragon's remains had been cut into a pitiful state.
The captains and deputy generals were on the verge of vomiting from overeating. Even if they wanted to intimidate the aquatic creatures, there was no need to continue this for so long.
Helplessly, they looked towards Old Man Chen in front, only to find that he had no intention of ordering a stop.
Just then, the old man finally stood up.
The captains' eyes lit up with joy, but before this happiness could reach their faces, they saw wave after wave crashing against the riverbank.
In the murky Yangchun River, a pitch-black line suddenly appeared, at least two hundred zhang long.
The crowd froze for a moment, their pupils constricting as goosebumps rose on their skin.
Underwater, a pitch-black shadow emerged and quickly expanded, occupying most of the river's surface.
The black line was none other than the spine of some aquatic beast!
(End of Chapter)
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