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Chapter 89: Demon Suppression in Yuzhou
Chapter 89: Demon Suppression in Yuzhou
Several demon hunters paused their inspection of the disciples, their eyes filled with deep vigilance.
Only Chen Qiankun remained unperturbed, casually releasing the wrought iron halberd in his hand. He closed his eyes, and his dark spirit instantly left his body, holding the halberd as it rose into the air!
A demon lord with such an aura couldn't make him flinch.
But in just an instant...
The halberd hovered in the air, seemingly lost, and eventually returned to Chen Qiankun's hand.
The old man opened his eyes, and a hint of strangeness appeared in his calm gaze.
That aura... had disappeared.
Even his dark spirit couldn't detect its trace.
In the Condensation Core Realm, and at such a close distance, it was impossible for a demon to escape the dark spirit's detection. Whether it was hiding its aura or condensing its human form like Zhang Hengzhou, it couldn't be done, let alone a low-level transformation technique.
It was more like some kind of teleportation art, covering a thousand miles in an instant, just to intimidate him.
If it was such a divine ability, the aura revealed earlier was probably just the tip of the iceberg.
Chen Qiankun's hand slowly tightened around the wrought iron halberd, and after a long while, he turned to look at the demon hunters.
The demon hunters' faces changed slightly, as if they had guessed something.
The old man who single-handedly suppressed the Green Peak, surprisingly, showed a sigh of admiration and regret in his eyes.
"I wonder which demon lord is playing with this old man. Since he doesn't want to show himself, let him see... the sharpest sword of Qingzhou."
"Please, go to Yushan Prefecture."
"Call Jiang Qiulan."
Upon hearing this, including the two Guardian Elders, the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain subconsciously touched their necks.
The walls of Yushan Prefecture, with over twenty thousand skulls, still stood there.
The demon hunters all nodded in agreement: "The old general doesn't need to be polite. We understand the importance."
Jiang Qiulan's demon-hunting abilities might not surpass those of Old General Chen, as they were both at the Embrace Dan Realm. Although she was stronger, she hadn't truly broken through to the next realm.
She was also the only one among the Demon Suppression Generals who didn't cultivate martial arts or the unity of heaven and earth.
She didn't even possess the abilities of the dark spirit.
But as long as she stepped out of the Yushan City gates, within half a day, all the renowned demon lords in Linjiang Prefecture would get wind of her presence and retreat to their caves for quiet cultivation.
The foremost sword of Qingzhou, the leader of the twelve Demon Suppression Generals, even including the Demon Suppression Bureau and the Four Surnames and Five Sects, the only one who could surpass her was her master, the Commander-in-Chief.
"This general has other important matters to attend to, so I won't stay any longer."
Chen Qiankun shook his head, waved his hand slightly, and a crimson horse transformed into a stream of light, gently snorting.
Then, carrying this old general, it arrived at the waist of Qingfeng Mountain, gently stepping on the cliffs at the top of the Sword Observation Gorge.
The old man cast his gaze downward into the dense forest, finding it somewhat amusing.
According to the message brought back by the demon hunters, the villagers of Shuiyun Village vividly described a black-robed, sinister river god with a sword at his waist and eyes full of killing intent.
But when they actually met, he turned out to be a restrained youth.
After waiting an entire evening, they still didn't see him coming to pay his respects.
His mind was vigilant, decisive in killing, and fearless in life-and-death battles. When taking the demon core, he was so determined that even this demon-suppressing elder couldn't think of taking it from him.
Yet, he didn't use this to demand greater merit, and from start to finish, he didn't even want to get close, let alone flatter for credit.
"Don't want the merit of dragon slaying? I'll give it to you anyway."
Watching the youth walk out of the tent, a rare smile appeared on the old man's lips. After observing him for a few more years, the Sword Pool of Qingfeng Mountain would be a good choice for him.
The Demon Suppression Bureau didn't lack geniuses, but they lacked geniuses tempered by life-and-death trials. Although there was a risk of an early downfall, how could they protect millions of common folk without experiencing those moments of life and death?
Only those who survived were truly worthy.
"Staying by my side is safe, but it's a waste of your potential."
After accomplishing merit, one should bask in the glory.
Thinking of this, he said lightly, "Before returning to the Demon Suppression Bureau, dare to come down, and your legs will be broken."
His words, neither light nor heavy, drifted down to the two people below the cliff.
Hong Lei, holding the horse, was shocked and looked back. Upon seeing the familiar figure of Chen Qiankun, he hurriedly pushed Shen Yi, "I told you, this horse was given to you by the general, so you should be the one to lead it. What are you dawdling about?"
Shen Yi also looked in that direction and saw a streak of crimson light streaking across the sky, disappearing at the edge of his vision.
Such a bold and free posture made him feel a hint of envy in his heart.
"..."
Fortunately, he also had a certain foundation.
Feeling the External Dan being suppressed once again by the Sun Melting Furnace in his Qi Sea.
Shen Yi retracted his gaze and mounted the demonic horse.
Over twenty Golden Eagle Commanders marched ahead, surrounded by dozens of Camp Captains, while Hong Lei walked steadily, leading the demonic horse, and transmitted his voice into a secret path:
"The old general is very thoughtful, worried that the Yangchun River Clan will remember you, and only those deputy commanders know about the dragon slaying. No one else knows."
"But Zhao Kanglin also died in front of us, and only he died... The Zhao family can't help but speculate and resent in their hearts. Although those old things may not be able to harm you, showing our strength in advance will save a lot of trouble."
...
Qingzhou City.
Under the control of the Demon Suppressing Bureau, there were rarely any major incidents here.
It was nothing more than the swordsman's wife being kidnapped again, and the bandits from Pingshagu drinking a few jars of wine from the prince.
As the messenger captains rushed around, a certain matter that was enough to make everyone lose their senses, unable to be concealed, reverberated through the streets.
Qingfeng Mountain was gone.
Unlike the bloody storm in Jade Mountain Prefecture, under the command of the general of Linjiang Prefecture, a mountain gate that had existed for countless years suddenly disappeared into thin air.
The storyteller clenched the sounding wood, standing in the teahouse, at a loss.
The stories of chivalry and romance he had told for decades, and the tales of sword slaying demons he had narrated for decades, all suddenly became mere "rumors" overnight.
"I..."
His dry lips twitched, and he barely steadied his mind. The story he had memorized was difficult to retell, so he had to rack his brains to come up with a new story.
"Today, I'll tell everyone a story... um... about the River God of Shuiyun Village wielding a divine blade and slaying a thousand-year-old river demon!"
The storyteller wiped the sweat from his brow and slammed the sounding wood, "In this dynasty, there was a burly man with a leopard head and a golden-ringed eye, wearing a golden cloud-patterned robe, holding a sword that could split mountains and rivers. He stood tall and majestic, treading on the rolling waves of the river, with thousands of shrimp soldiers and crab generals behind him."
"The river demon had a hideous face, a fat head and big ears, and a haughty demeanor! It shouted, 'Who dares to challenge me?'"
"The burly man gave a cold laugh, and a turtle-faced man bowed. This was a heavenly star descending to the mortal realm, the River God who guarded the river... Just hearing his divine name made the river demon tremble and retreat, shaking all over like a sieve, and even his manhood shrank to the size of a bean..."
"Pfft!"
The storyteller spat into his hand and raised his voice, sharp and piercing, "The divine blade slashed down, turning the river demon into ashes!"
The youth wrapped in bandages below couldn't help but close his eyes, whispering, "I can't take it anymore, it's a bit embarrassing to listen to."
The charming young woman in casual attire raised her teacup, feeling a bit restless, "Commoners love to listen to exaggerated stories."
Li Xinhan looked back at the storyteller, "I wonder how far he is from the Jade Dew Realm, it should be soon, he's also a genius, but he's trapped in Baiyun Small City, wasting his time."
"That's right."
He remembered something, "You asked me to take you out for a walk earlier, but I forgot to ask, why did you come back so early, Shen Yi?"
Li Mujin stared at the tea leaves floating in her teacup, silent for a long time.
She didn't know why she was in such a hurry to return either. She had just stayed in that county town for two days before she couldn't help but ride back.
What if Qingfeng Mountain continues to mobilize captains, what if they choose me...
Why did they suddenly stop needing people?
What could a Novice Warrior at the Foundation Establishment Realm Completion do on Qingfeng Mountain? As the woman's thoughts became muddled, Li Xinhan slowly furrowed his brows, staring intently at his sister, his eyes filled with anger and disbelief, "You let him go?!"
Faced with this rare questioning, Li Mujin did not refute but suddenly stood up.
From outside, the cries of a peddler could be heard, "We're back! The Demon Suppressing Bureau captains are back!"
(End of Chapter)
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