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Chapter 233: Returning to the Imperial City's Martial Temple
Chapter 233: Returning to the Imperial City's Martial Temple
Master Chang Qing exited the Martial Temple with a stoic expression.
For the declining Great Tian, the display of the fallen Divine Transformation Golden Bodhimanda was almost as stern a warning as awakening the only Divine Transformation ancestor.
These Golden Bodhimanda might not be able to defeat true Divine Transformation Realm cultivators.
But they were more than capable of crushing Primordial Martial Warriors.
With Wu Laogui's cultivation, how long could he maintain the Bodhimanda? One incense stick's worth of time, or perhaps two hours? Master Chang Qing didn't know, and he didn't dare to guess.
He clenched his teeth, silently comforting himself.
These good-for-nothings could only be so arrogant within these broken imperial walls.
They were nothing more than watchdogs.
"Qingzhou Shen Yi..."
Calming his thoughts, Master Chang Qing silently recited this name in his mind, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.
He had only come to fulfill a request and ask a question.
But the Martial Temple disciple's reaction made his heart skip a beat.
The Green Hill foxes had been investigating for so long, yet they still couldn't uncover Shen Yi's background. The entire Qingzhou Demon Suppressing Command seemed to have taken a vow of silence, for no matter how one approached them, as soon as this name was mentioned, they would clam up.
Even those willing to speak couldn't provide a clear answer. They didn't know who his master was, what technique he cultivated, or his exact cultivation realm.
They were good at making up stories, and the tales they told were laughable.
A few months ago, he was still dealing with Novice Realm dog demons, and then he suddenly started slaying Essence Gathering Perfection dragon demons. It was all nonsense.
"Forget it, just pass on the message as it is."
Master Chang Qing straightened his robes. It was clear that these messages were prepared in advance by the Martial Temple to divert attention.
To protect this person, they had put in so much effort, indicating their high expectations.
Still clinging to the past, hoping to regain their former status?
Thinking of this, he scoffed and turned to look at the towering Martial Temple, as if gazing upon a pathetic, impoverished person.
Unwilling to obediently guard the Radiant Light Cave, they couldn't even be reliable as watchdogs. Perhaps they needed a few more whippings to learn their lesson.
As Master Chang Qing departed on his cloud, the three remaining temple priests in the Martial Temple's courtyard were equally bewildered. "Senior Brother Wu, what are you doing?"
Summoning the Golden Bodhimanda was impressive, but wasn't this equivalent to admitting to the matter?
"Was the Green Hill disciple really killed by Shen Yi?"
"..."
Wu Daoan shrugged. "How would I know?"
Upon hearing this, the other three exchanged glances. If it wasn't Shen Yi... it was obviously not him. He had once been the Demon Subjugation General of Qingzhou, and given the mess in Qingzhou, it was already impressive that he could barely hold off the local demons.
Why would he go out of his way to provoke a passing fox demon?
"But I know Shen Yi's talent, and anyone with eyes can see it, especially those Green Hill foxes."
Wu Daoan glanced at the others. With their terrifying talent akin to Pi Xiu, they were practically born to be Yin Spirit Cultivators. Once the news spread, the Thousand Demon Cavern would undoubtedly try to crush him in his cradle.
"That's true."
The temple priests nodded, recalling the scene when the young man had completely absorbed the Golden Bodhimanda's aura during the Martial Temple's purification.
Compared to the potential consequences of this news spreading, carrying a little extra blame was nothing.
"Senior Brother Wu, it's best to remind him again. If not necessary, he should avoid leaving the Imperial City as much as possible."
At these words, Wu Daoan suddenly clenched his fists and, in a rare outburst, cursed, "I'll remind him of nothing! I took my eyes off him for one night, and he ran off to Song Prefecture!"
"Why did he go to Song Prefecture?" The temple priests were baffled.
"I gave him the position of Deputy Inspector of the Demon Suppressing Command."
Wu Daoan sighed, recalling Liu Kun's hurried report the other day, and felt a headache coming on.
"You didn't make it clear to him that it's for consuming Incense Fire Wish Power?" the others stammered.
Could there really be a Shadow Soul Cultivator who would honestly go on a patrol of the Nine Provinces without considering if this task was within his capabilities?
Upon hearing this, Wu Daoan hesitated, "I should have made it clearer, right?"
He couldn't possibly blatantly say the words "eating a salary without working," but anyone with a brain should be able to understand the implication.
"Look at the mess you've made. He's young and brash, how could he possibly resist the desperate pleas of that group?" The plump Temple Priest rolled his eyes, turned, and walked outside, casually advising, "Don't worry. Song Prefecture's Yang Qianxiang knows the weight of the situation. He won't really let your precious Shidi take risks."
"Senior Brother Wu, you go and rest. We'll handle the upcoming trial."
Using his Shangjing Wuxian cultivation, he forcibly controlled the Lion Elephant Incarnation.
Even though Wu Daoan cultivated the Lion Elephant Golden Body Technique and understood it well, it was still very strenuous. Just casually moving a couple of times would require at least ten days for his Shadow Soul to recover to a perfect state.
"No need."
Wu Daoan shook his head and silently looked towards the direction of the Central Office of the Demon Suppressing Command, feeling inexplicably anxious, as if he had gotten himself into some trouble.
Could Shen Shidi have really gotten into trouble?
...
Seven or eight days passed in a flash.
The entrance of the Demon Suppressing Command was still bustling with people.
Liu Kun sat inside the counter, looking absent-minded.
The newly appointed Patrol Commander had been taken away by Song Prefecture right under his nose, and he still hadn't returned.
Liu Kun understood the situation in Song Prefecture better than anyone.
It was a big trouble that could explode at any moment. Although it seemed to be under control on the surface, in reality, even a slight deviation could lead to a more dangerous situation than in Qingzhou.
"Yang Qianxiang, you mother..."
Liu Kun clenched his teeth, hoping that the old man wouldn't do anything stupid. If the Patrol Commander got into trouble, the Martial Temple would surely tear him apart.
"..."
Just as Yang Qianxiang reached the counter, he heard this curse.
The old man pursed his lips, unsure of how to respond.
In the moment of silence, he cleared his throat, "Ahem."
"Hiss!"
Liu Kun snapped back to his senses and saw the person in front of him. He quickly stood up, "General Yang, what brings you here?"
Yang Qianxiang shook his head with a bitter smile, not taking offense. He cupped his hands and said, "Lord Shen asked me to come to the Central Office to report."
After saying this, he handed over the prepared documents.
Liu Kun flipped through a couple of pages and found that it was still the same nonsense: "Why are you showing me this? Everyone in the Demon Suppressing Command knows that you lost the Four Provinces, where is Lord Shen?"
Song Prefecture only had a Lower Realm Martial Immortal, and they were supposed to guard two Demon Kings. The Central Office couldn't spare any more manpower to support them, but they were still clear-headed enough not to put all the blame on this frail old man.
"Lord Shen? He's gone back to rest."
Yang Qianxiang was stunned for a moment and realized that not only had Lord Shen ignored him, but the Demon Suppressing Command didn't seem to take him seriously either.
I'm here to report as the General of the Nine Provinces... at least give me some reaction.
"You stay right here, don't move!"
Liu Kun darted out of the office and rushed into the Martial Temple's main hall. Soon, he returned with four elders in green robes.
He was surrounded by the four elders, their faces cold.
Suddenly, Yang Qianxiang felt that something was amiss.
(End of Chapter)
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