Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 288: Chapter 288: Battle with Zheng Family’s Great Uncle, Part 1

Accompanied by the three people,

Xu Wanyun led the uneasy A’Qing back to the courtyard.

At the same time, several old people who were approaching the end of their lives also made their way over slowly from afar.

The one at the front was none other than the second uncle ancestor of the Zheng Family whom they had met a few days before.

“Shen, please don’t be offended, it must be that my Zheng Family did not attend to you properly, which angered Madame Shen.”

The second uncle ancestor’s smile was gentle, but on his withered face, it looked somewhat unsettling.

“Bring forth the feast.”

He walked into the courtyard and sat down opposite Shen Yi, “Let this old man express his apologies.”

Besides this second uncle ancestor, taking the opportunity of escorting Xu Wanyun back, seven or eight figures gathered outside the courtyard, each emanating an extraordinary aura.

“…”

Shen Yi silently looked towards the “Madame” not far away, his expression growing even more calm.

Xu Wanyun’s fine brows were slightly furrowed, the light finally returned to her eyes, and then she looked around with a bit of bewilderment.

As she gradually regained her senses, a thread of killing intent slowly began to rise in her pitch-black eyes.

As an Ultimate Realm Grandmaster, no matter how inexperienced in worldly affairs, how could she not see that she had been set up?

She held A’Qing’s delicate palm tightly, almost to the point of evoking a cry of pain from the other.

Only then did she temporarily suppress the fluctuation of her emotions.

Silently, she returned to Shen Yi’s side and sat down, each guarding one side at a perfect angle.

This clear intention of defense,

however, did not seem to perturb the people of the Zheng Family, who appeared not to notice Xu Wanyun’s implication and continued to smile.

Soon, Zheng Family disciples came carrying the delicacies that had already been prepared.

They then respectfully poured a few cups of Spiritual Tea.

The second uncle ancestor casually distributed the tea cups to everyone, this time not looking at Xu Wanyun and A’Qing, his cloudy eyes quietly staring at Shen Yi.

He lifted his tea cup, “This old man has abstained from alcohol for many years, today I shall use tea in place of wine to make amends to Shen.”

After speaking, the old man drained the cup in one gulp.

Then, he set down the tea cup, looking towards the cup in front of Shen Yi.

As an Ultimate Realm Primordial, to voluntarily make amends to a Middle Realm Mixed Yuan, would be enough to flatter the latter, no matter where they were.

But Shen Yi pondered for a moment, then indifferently looked away.@@novelbin@@

Seeing this, the people outside the courtyard slowly took two or three steps, although they did not speak, the atmosphere suddenly tensed up quite a bit.

“Shen, what do you mean by this?”

The second uncle ancestor was neither hurried nor slow, glancing over with the corner of his eye, chuckling, “Does this old man not even have this slight degree of respect?”

During the conversation, he maintained an appearance of having the situation firmly in his grasp.

Hearing this, Xu Wanyun had already realized where the strangeness she felt earlier had originated from.

She stared intently at the cup of Spiritual Tea, her hand quietly resting on the hilt of her sword.

In front of her was only one Ultimate Realm, and those nearby, although Primordials, did not have particularly high cultivation levels, at least not exceeding what the Zheng Family should ostensibly possess.

If it were just her breaking out, there should be no problem.

But to protect A’Qing and this young man, that would be a bit stretched.

Also, the momentary lapse she had just experienced made her extremely wary, forcing her to stabilize her mind in secret to avoid falling for another ruse.

Luckily, Shen Yi seemed quite experienced, and perhaps could come up with another way to hold off these old dogs.

“A slight degree of respect?”

Under everyone’s gaze, Shen Yi finally stood up.

He reached out and picked up the cup of Spiritual Tea.

Looking at the green liquid in the cup, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Seeing this, the people from the Zheng Family also smiled.

Considering the probing just now, that woman was already half-crippled.

With only a Middle Realm Mixed Yuan left, there was no need to continue the pretense.

The other party could only choose between drinking the tea and falling down dead.

At this moment, the green tea was scattered in the air, and with a crack, the porcelain cup exploded on the second uncle ancestor’s still-smiling face!

It was but a fleeting moment, but it seemed as though the ink-robed youth had transformed into a completely different person, his aura contrasting sharply with his prior silence and gentleness.

A dense, murderous aura instantly enveloped the entire courtyard.

He thunderously kicked out, his boots shattering the stone table into powder, and hooked fiercely into the old man’s jaw with a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Boom!

The second grand-uncle’s body, clad in dark green robes, suddenly inflated and then his entire figure was blasted into the air.

With just one kick, his skin was covered with fine cracks.

Then, like a parched clump, it crumbled away beneath him with a rustling sound.

“Roar!”

Underneath the old man’s skin, there was no sign of a Dao Infant to be found, only coarse and knotted tree vines smeared with moss.

He looked incredibly bizarre, his eyes filled with rage and surprise.

It was as if he had never expected the youth to dare launch such a bold attack under these circumstances.

What the second grand-uncle of the Zheng family had not anticipated even more was that the other party’s seemingly casual kick had completely destroyed the flesh he used for disguise.

“What kind of monster is this?”

A’Qing was so frightened that she stood rooted to the spot.

Xu Wanyun was not panicked, but she indeed had not expected Shen Yi to act so decisively.

She suddenly drew her sword and looked up at the old man in the sky.

In contrast to the monster-gawking gaze from this side, the other Zheng family experts were also looking at Shen Yi with the same kind of eyes.

They knew better than anyone that, with the blessing of the Year Wood, their physical strength was already far beyond their realm.

Yet they were rudely awakened by Shen Yi’s kick.

Is this the strength that should belong to a Middle Realm Mixed Yuan?

The next moment, with an evil aura soaring into the sky, the ink-robed youth leapt up, his body emitting a surging purple-golden flame that turned the clouds and mists a pale purple.

His fair face bore no trace of emotion.

Yet it sent a subconscious chill down the second grand-uncle’s spine. Indeed, the ink-colored figure instantly grew several times larger in his vision, and a fierce punch with the purple-golden fire crashed down from above his head.

The kick before was no accident…

In the instant he felt the overwhelming power pour into him, the second grand-uncle let out another inhuman howl of rage.

Two thick vine arms swiftly rose up to meet the attack.

As an Ultimate Realm Primordial, he did not use any Cultivation Technique, nor did he exude the aura of a Dao Infant.

But that did not mean he became weaker.

On the contrary, after connecting with the Year Wood, his vine body alone was enough to crush everything!

Crack—

The thick vine arms were directly smashed by the punch.

The purple-golden flames, like a pestilence latching onto bone, quickly licked and climbed onto his body.

The second grand-uncle fell towards the ground in a daze.

How is it possible…

How could there be a Cultivator in the Primordial Realm whose physical strength exceeded his own, even with the blessing of the Year Wood?

Shen Yi glanced calmly at the sky.

On the night Xu Wanyun was planning to leave, he had already conveyed the order to Qinghua to return as quickly as possible at all costs.

He had anticipated that something unexpected might occur because of this matter.

Now, without the Golden Body by his side…

Shen Yi looked down at the falling figure, slowly clenched his fist, and savored the excitement of combat he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

This familiar sensation…

He suddenly vanished from the spot and reappeared beneath the old man.

His hand brushed past his waist, and a three-foot-long blade fell into his palm.

A fierce light flashed across the handsome face of the youth.

Like a woodcutter chopping firewood, he roughly slashed the deep abyss blade toward the old man’s waist!

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