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Chapter 223: Leaving the Imperial City, Heading to Song Prefecture
Chapter 223: Leaving the Imperial City, Heading to Song Prefecture
Having finally caught a glimpse of hope, Zhang Xuan was in no mood to wait any longer.
He dragged Jiang He through the crowd and rushed forward.
"What are you doing?!"
The people who had been waiting for a long time in front showed displeasure. After seeing the cold and icy Xuan Armor on the man, they could only roll their eyes and say nothing more.
"Excuse me, excuse me."
Zhang Xuan nodded apologetically to the crowd and then stepped into the office.
Liu Kun had just put down his pen and looked up to see his bitter gourd-like face: "..."
He sighed inwardly.
Song Prefecture rarely sought aid from the Martial Temple, and whenever they accumulated some merit and entered the Imperial City, they would immediately bring up the matter of the demon disaster. They had become old acquaintances.
"To report merit, go to the back of the line..."
Liu Kun sighed in his heart and was about to casually brush him off. Before he could finish speaking, he saw Zhang Xuan pulling the person behind him out without saying a word.
Jiang He smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.
Seeing this, Liu Kun also fell silent for a moment. With a glance, he recognized the other party as a disciple of the Martial Temple. These people had complicated relationships and were the most difficult to deal with.
With Zhang Xuan's push, Jiang He reluctantly opened his mouth, "I, I know Senior Shen, please introduce us, little brother."
Hearing these words lacking in confidence, Zhang Xuan's heart sank.
As expected, he was boasting again.
But at this moment, there was no other way. He could only stare blankly at Liu Kun, who was sitting behind the counter.
"..."
Liu Kun sighed, stood up, and walked towards the curtain, "Wait, I'll go report to the senior."
He stood outside and whispered a few words, and soon received a response.
"Let them in."
"Understood, sir."
It was estimated that Senior Shen didn't know how persistent Zhang Xuan from Song Prefecture was. A dignified general in charge of demon subjugation acted like a drowning man, clinging to any straw to climb up and refusing to let go of the rope.
It wasn't something that could be dismissed with a few words.
Liu Kun walked back to the counter, glanced at Zhang Xuan, gritted his teeth, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Senior Shen is a disciple of the Martial Temple."
This sentence not only pointed out Shen Yi's noble status but also implied an extremely important piece of information.
Unlike disciples, the disciples of the Martial Temple cultivated their Yin souls and were not Primordial Chaos Masters.
One should consider carefully before speaking, whether they could afford to offend a young genius who was just collecting a salary.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuan froze in place and then looked at Jiang He in astonishment.
He knew there was exaggeration in his words, but he never expected it to be to this extent. He didn't even know what cultivation method Senior Shen practiced, yet he dared to say that they had exchanged a few moves.
Jiang He's eyes twitched twice, and he closed his mouth decisively.
"Go in quickly. Are you waiting for the senior to come out and invite you in?" Liu Kun glared at the two of them.
Since the report had already been made, they had to go through the process.
Zhang Xuan walked in with a gloomy face, lifted the long curtain, and Jiang He, despite his inability to control his mouth, still had this much loyalty. He hurriedly followed.
The second time seeing that young man.
He wore a black robe and sat quietly behind the table. His handsome face, though slightly young, appeared more dignified in Jiang He's eyes.
The Patrol Commander, in charge of the Demon Subjugation Commandery Office, governed the demon-slaying affairs of all the noble families and sects in the Nine Prefectures.
Whether he could manage them or not was another matter, but at least in name, all the demons and monsters in the Dagan Dynasty were under his control.
Jiang He cupped his hands in greeting, but then felt something was off. The polite greetings he had prepared turned into a jumble in his mind, and he couldn't utter a single word.
"Speak your business."
Shen Yi nodded slightly, and with his words, the tension in both of them eased slightly.
"I am Zhang Xuan from Song Prefecture, reporting to you, Sir Shen."
Zhang Xuan struggled to appear calm, performing the greeting with utmost respect. For a moment, he was at a loss for words, unsure where to begin.
If the other party wasn't a Primordial Master, speaking would be pointless, and remaining silent would be a provocation to the Patrol Commander. Either way, he felt uneasy.
The previous conversations couldn't have escaped Shen Yi's ears.
He knew what the other party was worried about, so he softened his voice slightly, "Just speak your mind. Besides being a Yin Spirit Cultivator, I also have some understanding of Body Tempering Techniques."
Body Tempering Techniques?
Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly and raised his head. But since his thoughts had been seen through, he didn't beat around the bush anymore, "Reporting to the Patrol Commander, there are two Demon Kings wreaking havoc in Song Prefecture, and we are... almost at our limit."
"Two of them?"
Shen Yi stood up and walked towards the two of them.
Zhang Xuan seemed to have held back for a long time. Even if the problem couldn't be resolved, he wanted to vent his frustrations to his superior, "That Demon King..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he stared blankly as Sir Shen walked past both of them and headed outside.
What was going on?
Shen Yi lifted the curtain and turned back, saying indifferently, "No need to rush, we can talk on the way."
Zhang Xuan was stunned again. Jiang He secretly nudged him, and he finally realized what was happening.
This Sir Shen was planning to inspect Song Prefecture!
After coming to the Central Office so many times, he had never encountered such a straightforward situation.
"Why are you overthinking it... Accompanying the Patrol Commander back is better than returning alone!"
Jiang He clenched his teeth, frustrated.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuan hurriedly chased after him. As he stepped out of the room, he saw Liu Kun staring at him intently, as if wanting to devour him alive.
"Sir Shen, you just arrived at the Temple of Martial Arts... No, I didn't mean to be nosy... It's just that... I'll help you prepare a carriage."
Liu Kun stammered and finished his sentence, but he saw Sir Shen merely shake his head.
"No need for a carriage, just prepare two good horses."
Even General Chen Qiankun had such a divine and swift horse, so the Demon Suppressing Bureau's Central Office must have better mounts.
Liu Kun quickly rushed out, and soon returned with two dark Demon Horses, their bodies covered in scales, as if wearing a layer of black armor.
"Sir Shen, do you need to inform Sir Wu?"
He held the reins, watching as Shen Yi nimbly mounted the horse. Who would handle matters like this?
The Demon Suppressing Bureau patrols the Nine Provinces, but they didn't mobilize troops or send out notices. They just rode off on horses?
Zhang Xuan, with a numb expression, mounted the other Demon Horse. Even now, he felt his mind was still hazy, and before he could react, the two Demon Horses had already galloped towards the city gate.
"You're leaving now?"
Liu Kun watched as the Demon Horses disappeared around the corner and suddenly slapped himself hard.
The Patrol Commander, who had just been invited back by Sir Wu yesterday, had left after spending only one night in the Imperial City.
...
Temple of Martial Arts Armory.
Wu Daoan stood in front of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, clearing his throat, "Brother Shen, I've come to see you."
The other party had just obtained the Trinity Ascension Technique yesterday, and although he couldn't guide Shen Yi, showing concern was always a good thing.
He quietly waited for a moment.
The door was tightly shut, and there was no response at all.
"Brother Shen?"
Wu Daoan frowned and slightly raised his voice.
He lowered his hands, which were crossed behind his back.
After all, he was a Yin Spirit Cultivator, and it couldn't be that he was still tired from the journey and hadn't gotten up yet, right?
(End of Chapter)
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