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Chapter 233: Returning to the Imperial City's Martial Temple
Chapter 233: Returning to the Imperial City's Martial Temple
Zhenren Changqing walked out of the Martial Temple with an expressionless face.
For the dilapidated Da Qian, sacrificing the fallen Golden Body of the Transforming God was almost their sternest warning, second only to awakening the only Transforming God ancestor.
These Golden Dharma Bodies may not be a match for true Transforming God cultivators.
But they could easily crush Martial Warriors.
With Wu Laogui's cultivation, how long could he sustain the Dharma Body? One incense stick's worth of time, or perhaps two hours? Zhenren Changqing didn't know and didn't dare to gamble.
He gritted his teeth and silently consoled himself.
These damn people are only capable of being arrogant in this broken Imperial City.
They're just watchdogs.
"Qingzhou Shen Yi..."
Calming his mind, Zhenren Changqing silently mouthed this name, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes.
He had only asked about her because he was entrusted by someone else.
But the reaction of the Martial Temple disciples made his heart skip a beat.
The foxes of Qingqiu had been investigating for so long, yet they couldn't uncover Shen Yi's background. The entire Qingzhou Demon Suppression League seemed to have taken a vow of silence, for no matter how one tried to indirectly inquire, the moment Shen Yi's name was mentioned, they would clam up.
Even those willing to speak didn't make any sense; they couldn't clarify who her master was, what kind of techniques she cultivated, or her exact realm. They knew nothing.
They were good at making up stories, though; the deeds they spoke of were laughable.
A few months ago, she was still dealing with Initial Realm dog demons, and then suddenly, she started slaying mature dan-bearing flood dragons—a complete mismatch.
"Never mind, just report it truthfully."
Zhenren Changqing straightened his clothes. It was obvious that these messages had been prepared in advance by the Martial Temple to divert attention.
They had gone to so much trouble to protect this person, indicating that they had high expectations.
They hadn't recognized reality yet and wanted to regain their former status?
Thinking of this, he sneered, turning to look at the towering Martial Temple, as if looking at a poor, broken family.
Unwilling to obediently guard the Xuan Guang Cave, they couldn't even be good watchdogs. They probably needed a few more whippings to remember their place.
As Zhenren Changqing rode the clouds away.
The remaining three temple celebrants in the Martial Temple's courtyard were also at a loss: "Brother Wu, what are you doing?"
Sacrificing the Golden Dharma Body was impressive, but didn't this also mean acknowledging the matter?
"Was that Qingqiu disciple really killed by Shen Yi?"
"... "
Wu Dao'an turned his head: "How would I know?"
Hearing this, the other three exchanged glances. If it wasn't Shen Yi... it obviously wasn't him. The other party had once been a major general of the Qingzhou Demon Suppression League. With Qingzhou's mess, it would be impressive if they could barely hold off the local demons.
Why would they go out of their way to provoke a passing fox demon?
"But I know Shen Yi's talent. Anyone with eyes can see it, let alone the foxes of Qingqiu."
Wu Dao'an glanced at the few, their terrifying talent akin to a Pixiu, making them natural Yin God cultivators. Once this news spread, the Thousand Demon Cave would definitely try to strangle them in their cradle.
"That's true."
The temple celebrants nodded, remembering the scene of the youth devouring the Golden Body's aura during the Martial Temple's refinement.
Compared to letting this matter be exposed, carrying a little more black pot wasn't a big deal.
"Brother Wu, it's best to remind him again. If it's not necessary, try not to leave the Imperial City."
Hearing this, Wu Dao'an suddenly clenched his fist and cursed, "Remind him, my ass! In just one night of not keeping an eye on him, the guy ran off to Songzhou."
"Why did he go to Songzhou?" The temple celebrants were full of confusion.
"I gave him the position of Deputy Inspector of the Demon Suppression League."
Could there really be a Yin God cultivator who would obediently go on an inspection of the Nine Provinces, without considering if it was within his capabilities?
Upon hearing this, Wu Dao'an hesitated as well. "I probably made it clear, right?"
He couldn't very well bluntly say the words "freeloading," but anyone with a bit of wit should be able to understand the implication.
"Look at the mess you've made. He's young and hot-blooded; how could he possibly resist their desperate pleas?" The chubby temple celebrant rolled his eyes and turned to walk outside, casually advising, "Don't worry. Yang Qianxiang from Songzhou knows the gravity of the situation. He won't let your precious junior brother take on any real danger."
"Brother Wu, go get some rest. We can handle the rest of the refinement."
With the cultivation of an Above Realm Martial Immortal, he was forcibly controlling the Lion Camel Dharma Body.
Even though Wu Dao'an cultivated the Lion Camel Golden Body technique himself and was quite familiar with it, it was still very taxing. Just moving it around a bit earlier would require at least ten days for his Yin God to recover to its perfect state.
"No need."
Wu Dao'an shook his head and silently looked toward the direction of the headquarters of the Demon Suppression League, feeling anxious for some reason, as if he had stirred up some trouble.
Could Brother Shen have really gotten into danger?
...
Time flew by, and seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye.
The Demon Suppression League's office was still bustling with people coming and going.
Liu Kun sat inside the counter, his mind seemingly elsewhere.
The newly appointed inspector had been invited away by Songzhou right under his nose, and he still hadn't returned.
Liu Kun knew the situation in Songzhou better than anyone.
It was a ticking time bomb, seemingly stable on the surface, but in reality, the slightest deviation could lead to an outcome even more dangerous than what happened in Qingzhou.
"Yang Qianxiang! You mother..."
Liu Kun clenched his teeth, hoping that the old man wouldn't do anything foolish. If something happened to the inspector, the Martial Temple would tear him apart.
"...?"
Yang Qianxiang had just reached the counter when he heard this curse.
The old man pursed his lips, unsure how to respond.
After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat. "Ahem."
"Ah!"
Liu Kun snapped back to his senses and recognized the person in front of him. He quickly stood up and asked, "General Yang, why are you here?"
Yang Qianxiang shook his head with a bitter smile and didn't seem to mind. He cupped his hands and said, "Inspector Shen asked me to come to the headquarters to report."
After speaking, he handed over the documents he had prepared earlier.
Liu Kun flipped through a couple of pages randomly and saw that it was all about the same old nonsense. "Why are you showing me this? Everyone in the Demon Suppression League knows that you lost four counties. Where's Inspector Shen?"
With only one Below Realm Martial Immortal in Songzhou, they had to guard two Demon Kings. The headquarters really couldn't spare any more manpower to support them. However, they were clear about the situation and wouldn't push all the blame onto this thin old man.
"Inspector Shen? He's gone back to rest."
Yang Qianxiang was taken aback. He realized that not only had Inspector Shen ignored him, but the Demon Suppression League didn't seem to pay much attention to him either.
He felt like he was the Nine Provinces General coming to confess his sins... At least give me some kind of reaction.
"You stand right there, don't you move!"
Liu Kun rushed out of the office and into the Martial Temple's main hall. Soon, he returned with four elders in blue robes.
Yang Qianxiang suddenly felt that something was amiss as he was surrounded by their cold glares.
(End of Chapter)
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