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Chapter 89: The Demon Suppressor Returns to Qingzhou
Chapter 89: The Demon Suppressor Returns to Qingzhou
Several demon catchers paused in their inspection of the disciples, their brows furrowing in deep wariness.
Only Chen Qianka remained unfazed, casually releasing his hold on the heavy iron halberd and closing his eyes. His spirit projection instantly left his body, brandishing the halberd as it ascended into the sky!
A demon lord with such an aura wouldn't faze him.
But in just an instant...
The halberd hovered in mid-air as if disoriented, before eventually falling back into Chen Qianka's hand.
The old man opened his eyes, a hint of strangeness in his otherwise calm gaze.
That presence... had vanished.
Even his spirit projection couldn't trace its whereabouts.
Within the Pill Condensation Territory, and at such a close distance, it was impossible for a demon to escape the senses of a spirit projection, whether they concealed their aura or took on a human form like Zhang Hengzhou. Not to mention the inferior transformation techniques.
It was more likely a type of teleportation art, traversing thousands of miles in an instant, solely to intimidate him.
If that was the case, then the aura displayed earlier was probably just the tip of the iceberg.
Chen Qianka's palm, which held the heavy iron halberd, slowly clenched tighter. After a long while, he turned to face the demon catchers.
Their faces twitched as if they had guessed something.
The old master, who stood alone suppressing Qingfeng Mountain, actually sighed with a hint of resignation in his eyes.
"I wonder which demon lord is playing tricks on me. Since you refuse to show yourself, let's see... the sharpest sword in Qingzhou."
"Please trouble all of you to go to Yushan County."
"Invite Jiang Qiuluan."
Upon hearing this, including the two sect-protecting elders, all the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain subconsciously touched their necks.
The walls of Yushan County, stacked with over 20,000 heads, were still standing there.
The demon catchers nodded in agreement. "General Chen, don't worry. We understand the severity of the situation."
Jiang, the general, might not be better at finding demons than Old General Chen. After all, they were both at the Embracing Dan realm, and although she was more robust, she hadn't truly broken through the boundary.
She was also the only one among the Great Demon Suppressors who didn't cultivate martial arts or the Chaotic Yuan.
She didn't even possess the abilities of a spirit projection.
But as long as she walked out of the gates of Yushan City, it would take no more than half a day for all the famous demon lords in Linjiang County to get wind of her presence and quietly return to their lairs to recuperate.
The number one sword in Qingzhou, the leader of the twelve Demon Suppressing Generals, including the Demon Suppressing Office and the Four Surnames and Five Sects—the only one who could surpass her was her teacher, the Generalissimo.
"This general still has important matters to attend to, so I won't stay long."
Chen Qianka shook his head and gestured slightly. A crimson warhorse transformed into a stream of light and arrived with a soft whinny.
It then carried the old general to the waist of Qingfeng Mountain, its hooves gently treading on the precipice of the high cliff overlooking the Sword Canyon.
The old man directed his gaze towards the dense forest below, finding the situation rather intriguing.
According to the message relayed by the demon catchers, the villagers of Shuiyun Village had described a murderous river god in a black shirt, wielding an ink-black blade, and eyes full of killing intent.
But when they finally met, he turned out to be a restrained young man.
They had waited the entire night, but the young man hadn't appeared to pay his respects.
He was cautious and decisive in taking lives, fearless in the face of danger, and resolute when taking the demon core. It seemed that even Chen Qianka, a Demon Suppressing General, couldn't take anything from him.
Yet, he didn't use this to demand greater credit. From start to finish, he didn't even want to get close, let alone flatter or boast.
"You look down on the merit of slaying a flood dragon? I'll give it to you anyway."
Watching the young man walk out of the tent, a rare smile tugged at the corners of the old man's lips. Observing him for a few more years, the Sword Pool of Qingfeng Mountain would be a good choice for the young man.
The Demon Suppressing Office lacked geniuses, but they needed geniuses tempered by life-and-death trials. Although there was a risk of premature death, how could they protect millions of innocent lives without experiencing those life-and-death moments?
Those who survived were the real promising seeds.
"It's a pity to keep you by my side, where it's safe."
Having made a contribution, one should be proud.
Thinking of this, he said indifferently, "Before returning to the Demon Suppressing Office, if you dare to come down, I'll break your legs."
The light threat drifted down to the two people below.
Hong Lei, who was holding the horse, looked back in shock. Upon seeing Chen Qianka's familiar figure, he hurriedly pushed Shen Yi. "I told you that this horse was given to you by the general. You should be the one leading it. Why are you dawdling?"
"...It's good that I now have a certain foundation."
Sensing the external pill being suppressed once more by the Sun Melting Treasure Furnace within his Qi Sea, Shen Yi retracted his gaze and mounted the demon horse.
With over twenty Golden Eagle military officers leading the way and surrounded by dozens of camp officers, Hong Lei maintained a steady pace as he led the horse, transmitting his voice through the secret passage:
"The old general is thoughtful. He's concerned that the Yangchun River tribe might target you after killing the flood dragon. Aside from this group of commanders, no one else knows about it."
"But Zhao Kanglin died right in front of us, and only he perished... The Zhao family will inevitably harbor suspicions and resentment in their hearts. Although those old things may not be able to harm you, it's better to show our strength and save ourselves future trouble."
...
Qingzhou City.
Under the control of the Demon Suppression Office, not many major incidents occurred here.
At most, it was about a swordsman's wife being kidnapped again or the bandits from Pingsha Valley drinking a few jars of wine with the prince.
As the messenger officers rushed about, a piece of news that could stun everyone inevitably reverberated through the streets.
Qingfeng Mountain was gone.
Unlike the previous bloody storm in Yushan County, under the hands of the Linjiang County Grand General, a mountain sect that had existed for countless years had suddenly vanished into thin air.
The storyteller clutched the sounding wood, standing in the tea house at a loss for words.
For decades, he had been telling tales of heroic gallantry and sword-wielding demon-slaying, but overnight, all of these had turned into mere "rumors."
"I..."
His dry lips quivered as he struggled to calm himself. The familiar stories he had memorized were now difficult to retell, and he had to rack his brains to come up with new ones.
"Today, I'll tell you all a story... about... the river god of Shuiyun Village wielding a celestial blade and angrily slaying the thousand-year-old river monster!"
The storyteller wiped the sweat from his brow and struck the sounding wood vigorously. "In this dynasty, there was a burly man with leopard-like eyes and a golden cloud-patterned shirt. He held a mountain-splitting, river-severing black blade, and his aura was awe-inspiring. He stood on the waves with a tortoise spirit bowing before him, and behind him were thousands of shrimp and crab soldiers."
"The river demon had a hideous face, a fat head, and large ears, and its arrogance knew no bounds! It roared, demanding to know who dared to intrude."
"The burly man smiled coldly, and a turtle spirit appeared to pay respects. He introduced himself as the star descended to the mortal realm, the river god who calmed the rivers. Merely hearing his celestial name caused the river demon to tremble and retreat, its entire body shaking like chaff, and its manhood shrinking to the size of a bean..."
"Pfft!"
The storyteller spat into his hand and raised his voice sharply, "The celestial blade slashed down, turning the river demon to ashes!"
The youth below, wrapped in bandages from head to toe, couldn't help but close his eyes and mutter, "This is too embarrassing for me to listen to."
The alluringly dressed young woman picked up her teacup, her mind somewhat unsettled. "Commoners love to hear exaggerated tales."
Li Xinhan turned his attention back to the storyteller. "I wonder how far he is from the Jade Liquid realm. He should be close, right? He's also a genius, but being trapped in Boyun Small City wasted a lot of his time."
"Right."
He suddenly remembered something. "Earlier, I asked you to bring me out for a walk, but I forgot to ask why you came back so early. Where's Shen Yi?"
Li Mujin stared at the tea leaves floating in her cup, silent for a long while.
She didn't know why she had rushed back so hastily. She had only stayed in that county town for two days before impulsively riding back.
What if Qingfeng Mountain needed to mobilize officers again? What if they chose me...
Why did they suddenly stop asking for people?
What could a martial artist at the Initial Realm Perfection do at Qingfeng Mountain?
As the woman's thoughts wandered, Li Xinhan slowly furrowed his brows, staring intently at his sister, his eyes filled with anger and disbelief. "You let him go there?!''
Faced with this rare accusation, Li Mujin did not refute but suddenly stood up.
The sound of a peddler's shout came from outside the door. "They're back! The Demon Suppression Office officers have returned!"
(End of Chapter)
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