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Chapter 199: Changes in Qingzhou
Chapter 199: Changes in Qingzhou
In the city of Qingzhou, within the Demon Suppression Division, it was just another ordinary day for the standard-bearers. Aside from the recent decrease in demonic occurrences, which had lightened their workload significantly, not much else seemed amiss.
However, some of the more astute junior officers had begun to sense that something was amiss. It wasn't because they were particularly well-informed, but rather, they had inadvertently caught sight of Senior Wu, renowned as the Golden Bell Demon Catcher, idly wandering around the government office. When had the demon catchers of Qingzhou ever had such leisure?
Even Granny Aqian's return for a brief respite was only due to the General's trip to the capital.
Wait a moment...
As the junior officers puzzled over the situation, their gazes landed on the petite figure standing in front of them, her hands clasped behind her back as she awaited Senior Wu. Who else could it be but Granny Aqian?
At that moment, within the mansion of the General...
Jiang Yuanhua had already penned a letter, carefully sealing it with a bell inside before handing it to You Longtao, who stood by his side.
"Hurry and return swiftly."
"Yes," replied You Longtao, who, upon learning of his junior sister and General Shen's return, had rushed back to Qingzhou as fast as he could.
Even now, holding the cold bell in his palm, he still felt dazed.
Though no one had explained anything to him, the fact that his junior sister and the others had returned so quickly and unscathed, coupled with the awkward behavior of Granny Aqian and Senior Wu, could only mean one thing—the Little Demon King was dead.
In just a few days, the demonic scourge that had plagued Qingzhou had seemingly vanished without a trace.
You Longtao felt as if he were in a dream, fearing that any sudden movement would wake him up.
Yet, why did Master still look so grave, his attempts at concealing his emotions only serving to heighten the sense of unease?
"Go now," Jiang Yuanhua waved his hand, interrupting his senior disciple's unspoken question.
Though the situation was already spiraling out of control, he now felt as if he had completely extricated himself from the matter, leaving the fate of Qingzhou in the hands of those above.
He felt no relief, only a profound sense of powerlessness.
Cultivation, realm... Even as a Martial Immortal, revered and feared by countless people, Jiang Yuanhua still felt it wasn't enough.
If they let the Little Demon King go and allowed him to break through, Qingzhou would surely perish.
Killing the Little Demon King would incite the wrath of an even more formidable demon, leading to the destruction of Qingzhou as well.
No matter the choice... there was no choice at all.
All because this demon, on his journey abroad, had happened to choose the Great Qian and, by chance, arrived in this place, disregarding all reason.
As You Longtao turned to leave the courtyard, Jiang Yuanhua picked up his longsword and began polishing it carefully. The furrowed brows that had been tightly knit gradually relaxed.
When worries became meaningless, at least for the moment, everyone could afford to breathe a sigh of relief.
"General Shen, your actions truly defy comprehension," Jiang Yuanhua muttered as he glanced at a letter beneath his longsword. It was a simple inquiry about a certain junior disciple's whereabouts, signed by a disciple of Qingqiu.
Jiang Yuanhua's eyebrows arched slightly as he ran his fingers along the sword, causing a stream of light to fall upon the letter, leaving behind a neat line of words.
"Don't know, never heard of him. If there's a matter, refer it to the Martial Temple."
With the Thousand Demon Cave already offended, what's one more debt? With so many lice, you stop feeling the itch. Can a mere Qingzhou make you destroy it twice? Just a mere disciple, truly treating Martial Immortals as if they were mortal cultivators.
...
Within the subsidiary courtyard of the Demon Suppression Division, Li Xinhan removed his Ferocious Wolf cloak with one hand and tossed it casually onto the stone table.
"Learning these things, what use is it?" Li Mujin scoffed at him, her attempt at mimicking his demeanor falling flat, the essence of his demeanor eluding her.
In their minds, they could vaguely recall the image of the young man in the side room back in Boyun County, standing with his hand on his sheath, silently looking outside.
Ma Tao had been casually thrown to the ground at the time, and he had considered it a great humiliation for several days afterward.
But now, things were completely different.
Being able to take a blow from the Demon Suppression General and still stand here full of vigor was something to be proud of. It was an achievement worthy of being recorded in their family annals.
Even this small courtyard they were in was now jokingly referred to as the '13th Demon Suppression General's Mansion.'
Although their status compared to General Shen's was as different as heaven and earth, the fact that they had lived in the same courtyard was already something worth noting in their ancestral records.
Suddenly, a tall and slender figure strode into the courtyard, nodding slightly to everyone before entering the house.
Ma Tao rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
The Li siblings were also stunned. They couldn't believe that someone who had become a Demon Suppression General would still live in such a rundown place.
Had the Demon Suppression Division become so stingy?
Li Xinhan fell silent, nodding slightly at the tall tree in front of him. Something felt off, so he adjusted his posture and strolled casually, nodding again.
"I want to kick you," Li Mujin said, rolling her eyes at him, but she still lowered her voice, careful not to disturb Shen Yi.
Inside the house, Shen Yi lay lazily on the bed.
The black light armor was broken, and he had disliked wearing it anyway.
He brushed his hand over the bag at his waist.
Over the past two days, he had been preoccupied with these new treasures of his.
After a brief familiarization, he had figured out how to use them.
Pieces of bronze armor flew out of his pocket and hovered around his body. When they were on the Ox Demon, each piece was over ten feet wide, but now they had shrunk to a normal size, fitting Shen Yi perfectly.
He looked at the right shoulder armor and noticed the deep gash on it. He sighed, feeling a sense of loss, and slapped his palm against the back of his hand.
It was such a fine piece, yet it had been damaged.
Then he took out the bronze mirror.
Compared to the armor, the mirror had fared worse. The edges were cracked, and the surface had fine cracks all over it due to Jiang Qiuluan's interference.
It could still be used, but its effectiveness had been impacted.
It would be best to find a skilled craftsman to repair it.
The huge ring-headed knife was too large for Shen Yi to consider using for now, but the red cloud was interesting. He had tested it, and if he didn't hold back and poured his full cultivation into it, it was at least 50% faster than the Carefree Riding Wind Technique.
And he hadn't even formed a true Dao Infant yet.
When his cultivation reached a level similar to the Little Demon King's, he estimated it would be twice as fast.
The more escape methods he had, the better.
After this demon-slaying experience, Shen Yi had gained a lot of insight.
While the Nine Sheddings of the Immortal Demon was powerful, it could still be broken through. If he hadn't captured and nurtured that peacock beforehand, he might have died out there.
His means were still too singular.
Shen Yi shook his head and put away his treasures, taking out the Little Demon King's Elixir Pill.
【Remaining Demon's Lifespan: 16,173 years】
(End of Chapter)
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