Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 310: Chapter 308: Huh? Who? (3000)_1

[In the seven hundred and thirty-second year, under the deterrence of the Youwei Demon Emperor’s aura, the two Superior Spirit Roots were relatively honest, but remained stubborn, no matter how you tried to influence them, they still refused to drink the offered wine, only willing to take the punishment. Fortunately, after such a long period, you had become extremely familiar with their aura.]

Shen Yi looked at the hint, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Could it be rushed again?

As expected, under his gaze, the two Spirit Roots instantly entered his body and were pulled into the sea of Qi by the Dao Infant.

Then, a whip formed from the Crimson Demon Power mercilessly lashed out at the Dragon Fish and Thunder Hawk.

They were still fearful of the Youwei Demon Emperor’s aura.

Years of torture had left an indelible shadow in their hearts.

But their resistance was merely instinctual; the surging Thunder Plasma mingled with gentle waters caused such turmoil within his body that Shen Yi almost couldn’t catch his breath.

He forcefully clutched his throat, sharp claws piercing directly into his flesh, blood streaming down between his fingers as veins bulged on his forehead.

Only then did he suppress the cry of pain that threatened to erupt from his throat.

Are we really playing with life?

Shen Yi cursed inwardly twice, but he could only endure it forcibly.

He knew the choices in the deductions were correct.

If he continued to struggle, once the two Spirit Roots fully revived and realized they were not under the Youwei Demon Emperor but a mere Primordial Realm cultivator in appearance only, the pain would be the least of his problems.

The lashings from the Demon Power Whip reminded the two Spirit Roots of the torment they had once suffered.

They emitted mournful cries.

Finally, they became much calmer.

[In the twenty-four hundredth year, you looked at the Spirit Roots that no longer resisted, and finally began attempting to devour them with your Dao Infant.]

The Crimson Demon Power swiftly ensnared the two Spirit Roots.

The Thunder Hawk, as if sensing its end, let out a piercing cry just before being swallowed by the Dao Infant, filling it with surging Thunder Plasma in a desperate struggle against Shen Yi.

In an instant,

Shen Yi personally experienced the difference between a true Superior Spirit Root and Year Wood.

His body seemed to have no abnormalities.

But at the instant of the Thunder Plasma’s outburst, his entire Dao Infant emitted a muffled crack.

Fine cracks instantly spread out.

The Dao Infant seemed to have become a fragile porcelain piece that might completely shatter at the slightest touch.

Shen Yi’s eyes momentarily lost focus.

But the moment he regained his senses, he did not hesitate and tore through his flesh with his sharp claws, revealing the Crimson Dao Infant. Immediately, the Youwei Spear landed in his hand.

Shen Yi gripped the spearhead and brutally stabbed it into his body, striking upon the Golden Thunder White Jade.

“Screech!”

The Thunder Hawk let out a mournful wail from the depths of its heart.

It was then that the surging demonic power opportunistically pulled it inside.

[In the thirty-seven hundredth year, you finally subdued the Golden Thunder White Jade. Seeing the tragic state of its companion, the Dragon Fish Dao Fruit obediently made its way into your Dao Infant.]

When thousands of years of evolution culminated in a moment’s action,

Shen Yi could see the changes in the Spirit Roots with his naked eye.

He leaned weakly against the bed, blood covering his entire body, even his breathing became sporadic.

A smile finally appeared on his pale face.

The deductions were back on the right path, and what remained was a lengthy process of polishing.

“…”

As a wave of exhaustion surged over him, Shen Yi slowly closed his eyes.

When the light began to fade,

he suddenly woke up, instinctively clutching the Youwei Spear next to him and then sensing A’Qing guarding outside the door before gradually relaxing.

He saw that the wounds on his body had been healed by the peacock red light.

But beneath his chest, he noticed black scales covering the area, presumably due to the spear he had plunged in earlier.

The deductions on the panel before him had stopped.

[In the twelve thousandth year, you successfully refined the two Superior Spirit Roots, clearing the path to cultivation. With the Dragon Fish as kidneys and the White Beryl as lungs, lacking one of the five viscera, ascending to Divinity Transformation is in sight.]

The world became clearer in Shen Yi’s eyes.

He put away the Youwei Spear, and extended both hands, with clear water flowing over his left palm and Thunder Plasma churning over his right palm.

“…”

After getting used to the changes in his body,

Shen Yi calmed his emotions.

This was all preparation for Divinity Transformation. Now that the path was laid out before him, he still couldn’t set foot upon it.

He took out the corpses of demons from his Storage Bag.

First were the bodies of two Extreme Realm Demon Kings, which Shen Yi slightly opened his mouth to dissolve into Demon Blood.

The two demon carcasses provided three hundred and twelve drops of Demon Blood.

Shen Yi directed the lifespan of the demons into the Nine Demon Transformation Technique.

Having fed the White Deer over a hundred drops of Demon Blood without satisfying it, those three hundred plus drops were likely not enough either.

While he practiced the Refinement Martial Arts, Shen Yi took out the corpse of the White Feathered Demon Emperor.

It was relatively safe at the moment. Though somewhat tough to devour a Demon Emperor, he could take his time.

…

The night was deep and silent.

In a slightly larger wooden house in the village,

Xu Hongde sat in a lower seat, facing seven silver-haired elders.

Although he was the clan leader, any significant issue had to be discussed with the elders. These individuals were the ones who had truly experienced the events of the past.

“Look at this commotion,”

the third ancestor of the Xu Family stiffly looked out the window, “To the unaware, it would seem as if you welcomed a Great Demon.”

Xu Hongde forced a smile, “In any case, I have informed the elders of everything. As for the decision, please advise, ancestors.”

Hearing this, the clan elders exchanged glances.

Almost in unison, they said, “Set up the Four Symbols Subduing Demon Formation, and establish a good relationship with him, but we cannot let him leave unless he offers enough compensation for us to replace the entrance to the formation.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Hongde seemed to have anticipated their response and did not show any signs of surprise.

Given the character of the clan elders, they were certainly not going to trust an outsider.

They would either keep Shen Yi at the Xu family forever to prevent the exposure of this secluded place or, if he wanted to leave, they would have to reset the grand formation and change to another entrance.

As for freedom, that was nothing more than a joke.

“He saved A’Qing. The materials needed to replace the formation have been provided by Hongde on his behalf. Let’s leave it at that.”

Xu Hongde nodded, stood up, and took his leave.

It was precisely because of a past betrayal that the Xu family grew up surrounded by those stories and deeply abhorred such actions.

There was no need to do something as petty as repay kindness with ingratitude over some heavenly treasures and earthly riches.

“…” The clan elders had nothing more to say.

Xu Hongde pushed the door open and left. He had only gone a short distance when he saw Xu Wanyun and A’Qing.

“No, don’t you want to go out and see the world at all?” Xu Wanyun stomped her foot, restlessly looking towards the sky. Although this place was full of birdsong and fragrant flowers, everyone knew that even the sky above was an illusion.

It was like a cage that suffocated everyone within.

“Dad…” A’Qing had taken the elixir; other than looking a bit pale, she seemed fine, gripping the sleeve of her outfit tightly.

Xu Hongde raised his hand to cut her off: “In the entire Xu family, only you two want to leave. Do not bring up this matter again.”

“Also, if you dare to steal from my study again, don’t blame your father for being severe.”

“Hand it over!”

Xu Hongde extended his hand.

A’Qing pouted and brought out the thick tome from her Storage Treasure and handed it to him.

Watching her father walk away, she pulled back her eyelid and made a face.

Then she sneakily took out another book just like the thick tome from her sleeve: “Hmph, can’t even see through the Illusory Form Formation, so dumb.”

“What do we do now?” Xu Wanyun pinched her cheek.@@novelbin@@

“What else can we do? Do you trust Brother Shen? If you do, then come with me.”

Xu Wanyun intended to say she didn’t trust him, but recalling her instinctive panic when the man had collapsed in the clouds, she could only nod her head with a voice as faint as a mosquito’s: “Mmhmm.”

“Let’s go, quick.”

A’Qing dragged her aunt towards the rooms where the clan elders were.

They barged into the room recklessly.

“…”

The seven clan elders looked at the young girl in silence, and after a while, almost with a smile, said, “Are you here to accept your punishment?”

A’Qing walked behind an elderly woman, kneading her shoulders vigorously: “A’Qing hasn’t done anything wrong, so why should I be punished?”

The elderly woman closed her eyes: “Sneaking out, bringing an outsider back on your own, is this not wrongdoing?”

“Clan elder, look at this.”

A’Qing took out a thin booklet and waved it before her eyes.

The elderly woman opened her eyes nonchalantly, then suddenly stiffened, as if recalling unpleasant memories: “The Xu Family Formation Manual that went missing, where did you get this?”

“Our Xu ancestors were humiliated by Mysterious Light Cave, and captured by the Thousand Demon Cave to set up the formation and kill named disciples of Wutong Mountain.”

“They no longer acknowledge the Xu family or even consider themselves human cultivators.”

“Because we have never cared for them.”

A’Qing handed the small booklet to the elderly woman, whispering, “This ancestor fought with A’Qing in a formation and has since perished due to backlash.”

Upon hearing this, the elderly woman’s palms let out a creaking noise.

Eventually, she lowered her head powerlessly.

The Xu family truly had not cared for those family members who had been captured in the past.

They were proud to think they had avenged a great wrong by trapping a true being of the Divinity Transformation Realm, not because they didn’t know what would become of those family members—just that they didn’t want to think about it.

Now, it had come to the point of fratricide within the clan.

“Even those old folks couldn’t defeat you.” The elderly woman pulled A’Qing in front of her and gently rubbed her head: “You are the most talented descendant of our Xu family; as long as you work hard, there will be a day when we can leave this place and avenge them.”

A’Qing brushed the clan elder’s hand away: “By then, they will all be dead.”

“So what do you want to do?”

The elderly woman gave a helpless smile, looking at the young girl.

A’Qing quickly pulled her aunt over and vividly described Shen Yi’s prowess, how he killed Zhang Mingyang and the White Feathered Demon Emperor, then the Golden Eyes Lion Emperor, and finally speared through Demon Emperor Qinglin.

With each event, she would look to her aunt for confirmation.

Xu Wanyun’s response was dull and robotic: “Yes, right, exactly like that.”

As A’Qing named one title after another, the expressions on the clan elders’ faces gradually changed, yet no one spoke.

“I understand; he’s a very powerful cultivator, and he’s also a temple priest from Great Qian.”

The elderly woman’s expression grew serious as she said softly, “So he definitely wouldn’t turn his weapons against us, would he?”

At this, A’Qing instinctively wanted to nod.

But then she froze.

The weight of that question was too heavy, heavy enough to affect the lives of all their clansmen.

“I said you’re still a child, and I wasn’t wrong, was I?”

The elderly woman patted her shoulder, observing A’Qing’s downcast look. Then, gazing at the small booklet in her hand, she suddenly said, “Actually, I have another suggestion.”

“Huh?” A’Qing looked up.

“Have you ever read about marital alliances in the book?” The elderly woman’s withered face once again wore a smile.

“I… I…” A’Qing suddenly became flustered, her breathing quickened, and even her fingertips trembled—she wasn’t prepared at all.

“We do not necessarily disagree with what he proposed.”

The elderly woman slowly got to her feet: “If you can convince your aunt and that temple priest, we might have something to discuss.”

“What?” A’Qing was struck by lightning, no longer stammering, her face no longer red, just blankly looking up.

“I…” Xu Wanyun was just as stunned, pointing to her own nose in disbelief.

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